we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,--
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

_Alfred Tennyson._

PREPAREDNESS

For all your days prepare,
And meet them ever alike:
When you are the anvil, bear--
When you are the hammer, strike.

_Edwin Markham._

From "The Gates of Paradise, and Other Poems."

THE WISDOM OF FOLLY

"Jog on, jog on, the footpath way,
And merrily hent the stile-a:
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a."

Shakespeare's lilting stanza conveys a great truth--the power of
cheerfulness to give impetus and endurance. The _a_ at the end of lines
is merely an addition in singing; the word _hent_ means take.

The cynics say that every rose
Is guarded by a thorn which grows
To spoil our posies;
But I no pleasure therefore lack;
I keep my hands behind my back
When smelling roses.

Though outwardly a gloomy shroud
The inner half of every cloud
Is bright and shining:
I therefore turn my clouds about,
And always wear them inside out
To show the lining.

My modus operandi this--
To take no heed of what's amiss;
And not a bad one;
Because, as Shakespeare used to say,
A merry heart goes twice the way
That tires a sad one.

_Ellen Thorneycroft Fowler.
(The Honorable Mrs. Alfred Felkin.)_

From "Verses Wise and Otherwise."

SEE IT THROUGH

An American traveler in Italy stood watching a lumberman who, as the
logs floated down a swift mountain stream, jabbed his hook in an
occasional one and drew it carefully aside. "Why do you pick out those
few?" the traveler asked. "They all look alike." "But they are not
alike, seignior. The logs I let pass have grown on the side of a
mountain, where they have been protected all their lives. Their grain is
coarse; they are good only for lumber. But these logs, seignior, grew on
the top of the mountain. From the time they were sprouts and saplings
they were lashed and buffeted by the winds, and so they grew strong with
fine grain. We save them for choice work; they are not 'lumber,'
seignior."

When you're up against a trouble,
Meet it squarely, face to face;
Lift your chin and set your shoulders,
Plant your