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Items of Interest.

Tact is the rudder of the ship

He who can supress a moment's anger may prevent many days of sorrow.

Every man is worth just as much as the thing's are worth about which he busies himself. —Marcus Aurelius.

In every piece of honest work, however irksome, laborious and commonplace, we are fellow-workers with God. —F. B. Meyer.

Passion is not a power. It is the abuse of power, the dispersion of power. Power always accompanies peace, serenity, repose.

There are some men who are trusted by all who know them, enemies and friends alike. The recipe to insure such trust is a simple one. It is—Do wrong - for no man.

What matters it how much money one has if there is only a small part of the real man alive; if his sympathies have dried up from the lack of use or cultivation, if his appreciation of the beautiful and his love of the good have become paralysed ?

Man is the artificer of his own happiness. Let him beware how he complains of the disposition of circumstances, for it is his own disposition he blames. —Henry D. Thoreau.

Give! as the morning" that flows out of heaven; Give J as the wavds when the channel is riven; Give! as the free air and sunshine are given; Lavishly, utterly, joyfully give. —Rose Terry Cooke.

There is a sublime sort of courage in the man or woman who goes straight on, and, regardless of individual feeling, fulfils the duty of the hour and unhesitatingly does the next thing.

Julge not!, the working of his brain And of his heart thou can'st not see ; What looks to thy dim eyes a stain, In God's pure light may only be A scar, brought from some wellknown field — '■ Where thou would'st only faint and yield. —A. A. Proctor.

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Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, Issue 701, 10 November 1909, Page 7

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Items of Interest. Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, Issue 701, 10 November 1909, Page 7

Items of Interest. Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, Issue 701, 10 November 1909, Page 7

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