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ĺ ble ance APPLICABLE āte begin body called capital carriage charge cloth contract court covering DICTATION dictionary difference disease drawing electric EXERCISE flowers Give given holding horse kind land LESSON letters light machine Mass meaning medicine ment metal MISCELLANEOUS ness NOTE officer pěn pēr person pertaining plant port preceded printed receive relating REVIEW second word ship shoe short side sion spelling SYNONYMS AND ANTONYMS TERMS thin thing tion tive tón tőr ture United vēr vessel wood writing
Page 48 - If a man can write a better book, preach a better sermon, or make a better mousetrap than his neighbor, though he builds his house in the woods, the world will make a beaten path to his door.
Page 112 - tis the mind that makes the body rich ; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye ? O, no, good Kate ; neither art thou the worse For this poor furniture, and mean array.
Page 101 - IT is not work that kills men ; it is worry. "Work is healthy ; you can hardly put more upon a man than he can bear. Worry is rust upon the blade. It is not the revolution that destroys the machinery, but the friction.
Page 117 - Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever.
Page 119 - Our grand business undoubtedly is, not to see what lies dimly at a distance, but to do what lies clearly at hand.
Page 134 - Dan. Danish ; Daniel. DC District of Columbia.— (It. Da Capo) Again, or From the beginning. DCL Doctor of Civil (or Canon) Law. dd Days after date. DD (L.
Page 102 - The worth of a State, in the long run, is the worth of the individuals composing it...
Page 10 - How beautiful this night ! The balmiest sigh Which vernal Zephyrs breathe in Evening's ear Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which Love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.