HE wise man always throws himself on the

Tside of his assailants. It is more his interest

than it is theirs to find his weak point. The wound cicatrizes and falls off from him like a dead skin and when they would triumph, lo! he has passed on invulnerable.

COMPENSATION

AUGUST SECOND

For this is love's nobility,

Not to scatter bread and gold,
Goods and raiment bought and sold,
But to hold fast his simple sense,
And speak the speech of innocence.

CELESTIAL LOVE

AUGUST THIRD

A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall.

SELF-RELIANCE

To go into solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as from society. I am not solitary whilst I read and write, though nobody is with me.' But if a man would be alone, let him look at the

stars.

NATURE

AUGUST FIFTH

Enough for thee the primal mind

That flows in streams, that breathes in wind.
Leave all thy pedant lore apart;

God hid the whole world in thy heart.

WOOD NOTES

AUGUST SIXTH

Who looks upon a river in a meditative hour, and is not reminded of the flux of all things? Throw a stone into the stream, and the circles that propagate themselves are the beautiful type of all influence. Man is conscious of a universal soul within or behind his individual life, wherein, as in a firmament, the natures of Justice, Truth, Love, Freedom, arise and shine.

LANGUAGE

AUGUST SEVENTH

The pleasure of life is according to the man that lives it, and not according to the work or the place. Life is an ecstasy.

FATE

AUGUST EIGHTH

If your eye is on the 'eternal, your intellect will grow, and your opinions and actions will have a beauty which no learning or combined advantages of other men can rival. The moment of your loss of faith, and acceptance of the lucrative standard, will be marked in the pause, or solstice of genius, the sequent retrogression, and the inevitable loss of attraction to other minds.

WORSHIP

AUGUST NINTH

No land is bad, but land is worse. If a man own land, the land owns him. Now let him leave home, if he dare. Every tree and graft, every hill of melons, row of corn, or quickset hedge, all he has done, and all he means to do, stand in his way, like duns, when he would go out of his gate.

AUGUST TENTH

The fiend that man harries,
Is love of the best;

Yawns the Pit of the Dragon

Lit by rays from the Blest.
The Lethe of Nature
Can't trance him again,
Whose soul sees the Perfect,
Which his eyes seek in vain.

WEALTH

THE SPHYNX

What is Love, and why is it the chief good, but because it is an overpowering enthusiasm ? Never selfpossessed or prudent, it is all abandonment.

THE METHOD OF NATURE

AUGUST TWELFTH

If a man should send to me to come a hundred miles to visit him, and should set before me a basket of fine summer-fruit, I should think there was some proportion between the labor and the reward.

GIFTS

AUGUST THIRTEENTH

Your goodness must have some edge to it,-else it is none. The doctrine of hatred must be preached, as the counteraction of the doctrine of love, when that pules and whines.

SELF-RELIANCE

AUGUST FOURTEENTH

Our age and history, for these thousand years, has not been the history of kindness, but of selfishness. Our distrust is very expensive. The money we spend for courts and prisons is very ill laid out. We make, by distrust, the thief, and burglar, and incendiary, and by our court and jail we keep him so. An acceptance of the sentiment of love throughout Christendom for a season would bring the felon and the outcast to our side in tears, with the devotion of his faculties to our service.

MAN THE REFORMER

AUGUST FIFTEENTH

Some thoughts always find us young, and keep us so. Such a thought is the love of the universal and eternal beauty. Every man parts from that contemplation with the feeling that it rather belongs to ages than to mortal life.

AUGUST SIXTEENTH

Give all to love;

Obey thy heart;

Friends, kindred, days,

Estate, good fame,

Plans, credit, and the muse;

Nothing refuse.

THE OVER-SOUL

GIVE ALL TO LOVE

AUGUST SEVENTEENTH

Every man supposes himself not to be fully understood; and if there is any truth in him, if he rests at last on the divine soul, I see not how it can be otherwise. The last chamber, the last closet, he must feel was never opened; there is always a residuum unknown, unanalyzable. That is, every man believes that he has a greater possibility.

CIRCLES

AUGUST EIGHTEENTH

Every spirit makes its house; but afterwards the house confines the spirit.

FATE