A Token of the Heart, or, Gems of Kindness

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: consulting their happiness as no others can. Make home an inviting spot. Let it be the scene of hallowed love and pleasure. Let not the father be a stranger and H terror to his children. Men of business devote time to your families, even at the risk of losing a good bargain; for you can better afford to...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: consulting their happiness as no others can. Make home an inviting spot. Let it be the scene of hallowed love and pleasure. Let not the father be a stranger and H terror to his children. Men of business devote time to your families, even at the risk of losing a good bargain; for you can better afford to lose a bargain now and then, than to lose the affection, the confidence, and finally, the souls of your children. Although occupying a distinguished niche in the temple of merit, Mr. Thompson is quite young, being but about thirty years of age. He was born in the city of Philadelphia, and graduated at Yale College, in 1838. He settled in the Chapel Street Church, New Haven, Connecticut, in 1840, where he remained until April, 1845, when he removed to the Broadway Tabernacle, New York city, and where he still continues. In conversation he is genial; and the expression of his face is both intellectual and benevolent. He is married, and has several children. Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Sands make the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life. Your care to trifles give, . Else you may die ere you have learned to live. Mirth And Wit.?Mirth should be the embroidery of the conversation, not the web; and wit the ornament ofjhe mind, not the furniture. WATTIES. BY MRS. SEBA SMITH. How beautiful the water is Did'st ever think of it, When down it tumbles from the skies, As in a merry fit ? It jostles, ringing as it fells, On all that's in its way; I hear it dancing on the roof, Like some wild thing at play. 'Tis rushing now adown the spout, And gushing out below, Half frantic in its joyousness, And wild in eager flow. The earth is dry, and parched with heat, And it hath longed to be Released from out the self...