This section is from the book "Hill's Manual Of Social And Business Forms: A Guide To Correct Writing", by Thos. E. Hill. Also available from Amazon: Hill's Manual Of Social And Business Forms: The How-To-Do-Everything Book Of Victorian America.
THE individual is frequently called upon for his or her autograph. In complying, it is customary to couple with the same a sentiment, signing the name beneath. If the matter written is original, be it long or short, it is usually more highly valued. If a brief selection be made, some of the following quotations may be appropriate:
0 NATURE! though blessed and bright are thy rays, O'er the brow of creation enchantingly thrown, Yet faint are they all to the luster that plays In a smile from the heart that is dearly our own!
TAKE heart, nor of the laws of fate complain, Though now 'tis cloudy, 't will clear up again.
SO far is it from being true that men are naturally equal, that no two people can be half an hour together but one shall acquire evident superiority over the other.
IF others be as fair, What are their charms to me? I neither know nor care, For thou art all to me.
PURCHASE not friends by gifts; when thou ceasest to give, such will cease to love.
SMALL service is true service while it lasts; Of friends, however humble, scorn not one: The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,
Protects the lingering dew-drop from the sun.
OLD Time will end our story, But no time, if we end well, will end our glory.
THE most delicate, the most sensible of all pleasures, consists in promoting the pleasures of others.
AND what is fame? the meanest have their day; The greatest can but blaze and pass away.
AH! could you look into my heart And watch your image there! You would own the sunny loveliness Affection makes it wear.
HE who labors with the mind governs others; he who labors with the body is governed by others.
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
HE who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below.
LET us deal very gently with the erring. We should always remember that had we been born with a like unfortunate organization, and been trained amid as unfavorable circumstances, we would have done as badly ourselves.
I DEEMED that time, I deemed that Pride Had quenched at length my boyish flame; Nor knew, till seated by thy side,
My heart in all, save hope, the same.
EARTH holds no other like to thee, Or if it doth, in vain for me.
OH! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant; And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that 's broken.
THOSE who have finished by making others think with them, have usually been those who began by daring to think with themselves.
DESIRE not to live long, but to live well; How long we live, not years, but actions tell.
WHO does the best his circumstance allows, Does well, acts nobly; angels could do no more.
HE who sedulously attends, pointedly asks, calmly speaks, coolly answers, and ceases when he has no more to say, is in the possession of some of the best requisites of man.
SOMETIME, when all life's lessons have been learned, And sun and stars forever more have set, The things which our weak judgments here have spurned,
The things o'er which we grieved with lashes wet, Will flash before us out of life's dark night,
And how what seemed reproof was love most true.
Peruse these simple rhymes, P If ever you read any,
And think of me, sometimes, Among the many!
May you through life remain the same, Unchanged in all except your name.
Fond Memory, come and hover o'er This album page of my fair friend; Enrich her from thy precious store,
And happy recollections send. If on this page she chance to gaze
In years to come - where'er she be - Tell her of earlier happy days, And bring her back one thought of me.
When I, poor elf, shall have vanished in vapor, May still my memory live - on paper.
As half in shade, and half in sun, This world along its path advances, Oh I may that side the sun shines on
Be all that ever meets thy glances; May Time, who casts his blight on all,
And daily dooms some joy to death, On thee let years so gently fall
They shall not crush one flower beneath.
As flowers bloom'd in Petrarch's favorite grove, So glows the heart beneath the smile of love.
I care not for beauty, but give me that heart Where truth has its dwelling, and goodness a part.
As o'er the cold, sepulchral stone Some name arrests the passer-by, So, when thou view'st this page alone,
Let mine attract thy pensive eye; And when by thee that name is read,
Perchance in some succeeding year, Reflect on me as on the dead, And think my heart is buried here,
If Cupid be blind, as the ancients declare, 'Tis strange he should always recognize the fair.
Had I the power to carve or print Thy future, my dear friend, It would be fair and ever bright Unclouded to the end.
Bright be the years before thee, Friend of my childhood days; Peace weave her olive o'er thee, And joy attend thy ways.
When on this page you chance to look, Think of me and close the book.
Thy memory, as a spell Of love, comes o'er the mind; As dew upon the purple bell,
As perfume on the wind, As music on the sea,
As sunshine on the river, So hath it always been to me, So shall it be forever.
Good sense and virtue must prevail
O'er hearts where wit and beauty fail.
The changeful sand doth only know The shallow tide and latest; The rocks have marked its highest flow,