The Silent Partner, 11

Silent Partner, 1915

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˹ 152 - Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul.
˹ 57 - ... forum is closed, grass heals over the scar which our descent into the bosom of the earth has made, and the carpet of the infant becomes the blanket of the dead.
˹ 91 - If a man does not make new acquaintances as he advances through life, he will soon find himself left alone. A man, sir, should keep his friendship in constant repair.
˹ 281 - Dear Johnston: Your request for eighty dollars I do not think it best to comply with now. At the various times when I have helped you a little you have said to me, "We can get along very well now"; but in a very short time I find you in the same difficulty again. Now, this can only happen by some defect in your conduct. What that defect is, I think I know. You are not lazy, and still you are an idler. I doubt...
˹ 221 - Men give me credit for genius. All the genius I have lies just in this : when I have a subject in hand I study it profoundly. Day and night it is before me. I explore it in all its bearings. My mind becomes pervaded with it. Then the effort which I make the people are pleased to call the fruit of genius; it is the fruit of labor and thought.
˹ 57 - It bears no blazonry of bloom to charm the senses with fragrance or splendor, but Its homely hue is more enchanting than the lily or the rose. It yields no fruit in earth or air, yet should its harvest fail for a single year famine would depopulate the world.
˹ 286 - Jesus' sake forbeare To digg the dust enclosed heare : Blest be ye man yt spares thes stones, And curst be he yt moves my bones.
˹ 242 - Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee." "Rock of Ages, cleft for me," Sung above a coffin lid; Underneath, all restfully, All life's joys and sorrows hid.
˹ 57 - ... solicitation of spring. Sown by the winds, by wandering birds, propagated by the subtle horticulture of the elements which are its ministers and servants, it softens the rude outline of the world.
˹ 24 - Climb clean above the roof and look from the steeple, And never see a robin, nor a beech or ellum tree ! And right here in ear-shot of at least a thousan' people, And none that neighbors with us or we want to go and see!