uture.--LAMARTINE.

It is when the hour of the conflict is over that history comes to a
right understanding of the strife, and is ready to exclaim, "Lo, God
is here, and we knew him not!"--BANCROFT.

This I hold to be the chief office of history, to rescue virtuous
actions from the oblivion to which a want of records would consign
them, and that men should feel a dread of being considered infamous in
the opinions of posterity, from their depraved expressions and base
actions.--TACITUS.

Not to know what has been transacted in former times is to continue
always a child. If no use is made of the labors of past ages, the
world must remain always in the infancy of knowledge.--CICERO.

History is the depository of great actions, the witness of what is
past, the example and instructor of the present, and monitor to the
future.--CERVANTES.

There is no history worthy of attention but that of a free people; the
history of a people subjected to despotism is only a collection of
anecdotes.--CHAMFORT.

History is but the unrolled scroll of prophecy.--JAMES A. GARFIELD.

The world's history is a divine poem of which the history of every
nation is a canto and every man a word. Its strains have been pealing
along down the centuries, and though there have been mingled the
discords of warring cannon and dying men, yet to the Christian
philosopher and historian--the humble listener--there has been a
divine melody running through the song which speaks of hope and
halcyon days to come.--JAMES A. GARFIELD.

HOME.--There is no happiness in life, there is no misery, like that
growing out of the dispositions which consecrate or desecrate a
home.--CHAPIN.

It was the policy of the good old gentleman to make his children feel
that home was the happiest place in the world; and I value this
delicious home-feeling as one of the choicest gifts a parent can
bestow.--WASHINGTON IRVING.

He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his
home.--GOETHE.

'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark
Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home;
'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark
Our coming, and look brighter when we come.
--BYRON.

'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
--JOHN HOWARD PAYNE.

There's a strange something, which without a brain
Fools feel, and which e'e