Thy dress was like the lilies,
And thy heart as pure as they:
One of God's holy messengers
Did walk with me that day.

H. W. Longfellow.
Year after year her tender steps pursuing,
Behold her grown more fair.

January 8.

H. W. Longfellow.

His youth was innocent; his riper age
Marked with some act of goodness every day;
And watched by eyes that loved him, calm and sage,
Faded his late declining years away.

Cheerful he gave his being up and went

To share the holy rest that waits a life well spent.

January 9.

W. C. Bryant.

Underneath the winter's snows,

The invisible hearts of flowers grow ripe for blossoming!

And the lives that look so cold, if their stories

could be told,

Would seem cast in gentler mould, would seem full of love and spring.

T. B. Aldrich.

January 8.

January 9.

Her name before she was a queen boots not. When she was crowned, her kingdom said, "The

Queen!"

And, after that, all other names too mean

By far had seemed. Perhaps all were forgot,
Save "Queen, sweet Queen."

January 11.

Mrs. H. H. Jackson.

Hearts, like apples, are hard and sour,
Till crushed by Pain's resistless power;
And yield their juices rich and bland
To none but Sorrow's heavy hand.
The purest streams of human love
Flow naturally never,

But gush by pressure from above,
With God's hand on the lever.

January 12.

7. G. Holland.

Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise

But to be overcast !

A voice from out the future cries

"On! On!" but o'er the Past,
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast.

E. A. Poe.

January 11.

January 12.

Proud abroad, and proud at home,
Proud wherever she chanced to come,
When she was glad and when she was glum ;
Proud as the head of a Saracen
Over the door of a tippling-shop!
Proud as a duchess, proud as a fop,
"Proud as a boy with a bran-new top,"
Proud beyond comparison !

January 14.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

J. G. Saxe.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,

Be not like dumb, driven cattle!

Be a hero in the strife!

January 15.

A beautiful and happy girl,

H. W. Longfellow.

With step as light as summer air,
Eyes glad with smiles, and brow of pearl,
Shadowed by many a careless curl

Of unconfined and flowing hair;

A seeming child in every thing,

Save thoughtful brow and ripening charms, As Nature wears the smile of Spring

When sinking into Summer's arms.

7. G. Whittier.