Were honor to be scann'd by long descent From ancestors illustrious, I could vaunt A lineage of the greatest; and recount, Among my fathers, names of ancient story, Heroes and god-like patriots, who subdu'd The world by arms and virtue. But that be their own praise; Nor will I borrow merit from the dead, Myself an undeserver. --_Rowe._ 68 He who constantly boasts of his ancestors, confesses that he has no virtue of his own. --_Charron._ 69 Never mind who was your grandfather. What are you? 70 A good man's anger lasts an instant, A meddling man's for two hours, A base man's a day and night, A great sinner's until death. --_Persian._ 71 Have nothing to do with men in a passion, for they are not like iron, to be wrought on when they are hot. 72 Anger generally begins with folly, and ends with repentance. --_Pythagoras._ 73 He who subdues his anger, conquers his greatest enemy. 74 A fit of anger is as fatal to dignity as a dose of arsenic to life. --_J. G. Holland._ 75 It is much better to reprove, than to be angry secretly. 76 Catch not too soon at an offence, nor give too easy way to anger; the one shows a weak judgment, the other a perverse nature. 77 He who can suppress a moment's anger, may prevent a day of sorrows. 78 Nothing can be more unjust, or ridiculous, than to be angry with others because they are not of our opinion. 79 When a man grows angry, his reason flies out. --_Spanish._ 80 Animals are such agreeable friends--they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms. --_George Eliot._ 81 HIS CREATURES. The daughter of an army officer, whose life had been spent in the far west, told the following anecdote: "Indians, when they accept Christianity, very often hold its truths with peculiar simplicity. "There was near our fort an old chief called Tassorah. One day, when I was an impulsive girl, I was in a rage at my pony, and dismounting, beat him severely. The old man stood by, silent for a moment. "'What words have I heard from Jesus?' he said, sternly. 'If you love not your brother whom you have seen, how can you love God whom you have not seen?' "'This horse is not my brother!' I said scornfully. "The old man laid his hand on the brute's head and turned it toward me. The eyes were full of terror. "'Is not God his creator? Must He not care for him?' he said. 'Not a sparrow falls to the ground without His notice.' "I never forgot the lesson. It flashed on me then for the first time that the dog that ran beside me, the birds, the very worms were His, and I, too, was one of His great family." 82