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g, these are the wreaths which form
the contexture of that crown held forth to our hopes.--BISHOP HORNE.
A religious hope does not only bear up the mind under her sufferings
but makes her rejoice in them.--ADDISON.
Hope is like the wing of an angel, soaring up to heaven, and bearing
our prayers to the throne of God.--JEREMY TAYLOR.
Hope is our life when first our life grows clear,
Hope and delight, scarce crossed by lines of fear:
Yet the day comes when fain we would not hope--
But forasmuch as we with life must cope,
Struggling with this and that--and who knows why?
Hope will not give us up to certainty,
But still must bide with us.
--WM. MORRIS.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast,
Man never is, but always to be blest.
--POPE.
A propensity to hope and joy is real riches; one to fear and sorrow,
real poverty.--HUME.
True hope is based on the energy of character. A strong mind always
hopes, and has always cause to hope, because it knows the mutability
of human affairs, and how slight a circumstance may change the whole
course of events. Such a spirit, too, rests upon itself; it is not
confined to partial views or to one particular object. And if at last
all should be lost, it has saved itself.--VON KNEBEL.
Hope, like the glimmering taper's light,
Adorns and cheers the way;
And still, as darker grows the night,
Emits a brighter ray.
--GOLDSMITH.
HOSPITALITY.--Like many other virtues, hospitality is practiced in its
perfection by the poor. If the rich did their share, how would the
woes of this world be lightened!--MRS. KIRKLAND.
It is not the quantity of the meat, but the cheerfulness of the
guests, which makes the feast.--CLARENDON.
There is an emanation from the heart in genuine hospitality which
cannot be described, but is immediately felt and puts the stranger at
once at his ease.--WASHINGTON IRVING.
Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have
entertained angels unawares.--HEBREWS 13:2.
Blest be that spot, where cheerful guests retire
To pause from toil, and trim their evening fire;
Blest that abode, where want and pain repair,
And every stranger finds a ready chair:
Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the jest or pranks, that never fail
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