d.--_Milton._

The day is done; and slowly from the scene the stooping sun upgathers
his spent shafts, and puts them back into his golden
quiver!--_Longfellow._

The weary sun hath made a golden set, and, by the bright track of his
fiery car, gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.--_Shakespeare._

U.

~Ugliness.~--I do not know that she was virtuous; but she was always ugly,
and with a woman, that is half the battle.--_Heinrich Heine._

Ugliness, after virtue, is the best guardian of a young woman.--_Mme. de
Genlis._

~Understanding.~--The eye of the understanding is like the eye of the
sense; for as you may see great objects through small crannies or holes,
so you may see great axioms of nature through small and contemptible
instances.--_Bacon._

In its wider acceptation, understanding is the entire power of
perceiving and conceiving, exclusive of the sensibility; the power of
dealing with the impressions of sense, and composing them into wholes,
according to a law of unity: and in its most comprehensive meaning it
includes even simple apprehension.--_Coleridge._

~Unselfishness.~--The essence of true nobility is neglect of self. Let the
thought of self pass in, and the beauty of great action is gone, like
the bloom from a soiled flower.--_Froude._

~Uprightness.~--To redeem a world sunk in dishonesty has not been given
thee. Solely over one man therein thou hast quite absolute control. Him
redeem, him make honest.--_Thomas Carlyle._

~Urbanity.~--Poor wine at the table of a rich host is an insult without an
apology. Urbanity ushers in water that needs no apology, and gives a
zest to the worst vintage.--_Zimmermann._

~Usefulness.~--Nothing in this world is so good as usefulness. It binds
your fellow-creatures to you, and you to them; it tends to the
improvement of your own character; and it gives you a real importance in
society, much beyond what any artificial station can bestow.--_Sir B. C.
Brodie._

On the day of his death, in his eightieth year, Elliott, "the Apostle of
the Indians," was found teaching an Indian child at his bed-side. "Why
not rest from your labors now?" asked a friend. "Because," replied the
venerable man, "I have prayed God to render me useful in my sphere, and
He has heard my prayers; for now that I can no longer preach, He leaves
me strength enough to teach this poor child the alphabet."--_Rev. J.
Chaplin._

There is but one virtue--the eternal sacrifice of self.--_George Sa