o make it easy for people to
do good, and difficult for them to do evil.--GLADSTONE.

All free governments are managed by the combined wisdom and folly of
the people.--JAMES A. GARFIELD.

Those who think must govern those who toil.--GOLDSMITH.

GRACE.--Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy
affections.--DRYDEN.

The mother grace of all the graces is Christian good-will.--BEECHER.

All actions and attitudes of children are graceful because they are
the luxuriant and immediate offspring of the moment,--divested of
affectation and free from all pretence.--FUSELI.

Grace has been defined, the outward expression of the inward harmony
of the soul.--HAZLITT.

GRATITUDE.--Gratitude is a virtue disposing the mind to an inward
sense and an outward acknowledgment of a benefit received, together
with a readiness to return the same, or the like, as occasions of the
doer of it shall require, and the abilities of the receiver extend to.

He who receives a good turn, should never forget it: he who does one,
should never remember it.--CHARRON.

O Lord, that lends me life, lend me a heart replete with
thankfulness.--SHAKESPEARE.

What causes such a miscalculation in the amount of gratitude which men
expect for the favors they have done, is, that the pride of the giver
and that of the receiver can never agree as to the value of the
benefit.--LA ROCHEFOUCAULD.

If gratitude is due from children to their earthly parents, how much
more is the gratitude of the great family of man due to our Father in
heaven!--HOSEA BALLOU.

GRAVE.--There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be
at rest. There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of
the oppressor. The small and great are there; and the servant is free
from his master.--JOB 3:17, 18, 19.

We go to the grave of a friend saying, "A man is dead;" but angels
throng about him, saying, "A man is born."--BEECHER.

Always the idea of unbroken quiet broods around the grave. It is a
port where the storms of life never beat, and the forms that have been
tossed on its chafing waves lie quiet forevermore. There the child
nestles as peacefully as ever it lay in its mother's arms, and the
workman's hands lie still by his side, and the thinker's brain is
pillowed in silent mystery, and the poor girl's broken heart is
steeped in a balm that extracts its secret woe, and is in the keeping
of a charity that covers all blame.--CHAPIN.

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