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First ©ay. 
 
 v.^^-'^ ,_/- —Don't flatter yourselves that 
 
 friendship authorizes you to 
 
 say disagreeable things to your 
 intimates. On the contrary, 
 
 the nearer you come into relation 
 with a person, the more necessary 
 
 do tact and courtesy become. 
 Except in cases of necessity, which are rare, 
 leave your friend to learn unpleasant 
 truths from his enemies; 
 they are ready 
 
 enough 
 to tell them. 
 
 The sAutocrai of the JSrea/cfast Table. 
 
^ecoad ©ay, 
 
 UILD thee more stately mansions, 
 O my soul, 
 As the swift seasons roll! 
 
 Leave thy low-vaulted past ! 
 Let each new temple, nobler 
 
 than the last, 
 Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, 
 Till thou at length art free, 
 Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's 
 unresting sea! 
 
 The (Bhambered d^autilus. 
 
 All economical and practical wisdom 
 
 is an extension or variation of the 
 following arithmetical formula : 2 + 2 = 4. 
 
 Every philosophical proposition has the 
 
 more general character of the expression 
 a + b = c. We are mere operatives, empirics 
 and egotists, until we learn to think in 
 
 letters instead of figures. 
 
 The Autocrat of the oBreakfasi Table. 
 
Third 9ay. 
 
 S to clever people hating each 
 other, I think a little extra 
 talent does sometimes 
 
 make people jealous. 
 They become irritated by 
 perpetual attempts and failures, 
 and it hurts their tempers and dispositions. 
 
 The ^^uiocfat of the Jdreakfasi %able. 
 
 Ah ! many lids Love lurks between, 
 Nor heeds the coloring of his screen; 
 
 And when his random arrows fly. 
 The victim falls, but knows not why. 
 
 The '4)ilemma. 
 
 O lady! there be many things 
 
 That seem right fair, below, above; 
 But sure not one among them all 
 
 Is half so sweet as love; — 
 
 Let us not pay our vows alone. 
 But join two altars both in one. 
 
 Stanzas. 
 
"Fourth ©ay. 
 
 'Tis here we part 
 other eyes 
 The husy deck, the 
 fluttering streamer, 
 The dripping arms 
 
 that plunge 
 and rise, '^ 
 
 The waves in foam, 
 the ship in tremor, 
 The 'kercliiefs 
 waving from the 
 pier. 
 The cloudy pillar 
 
 gliding o'er him7^5^t_:_ 
 The deep blue desert, "■ — -— 
 lone and drear, 
 With heaven above and home 
 before him. 
 
 qA Sood Time Soing. 
 
 Alas for those who never sing. 
 But die with all their music in them ! 
 
 %he /^ciceleen. 
 
riflK 9ay. 
 
 AMILY men get dreadfully 
 
 homesick. In the remote and 
 bleak village the heart returns 
 to the red blaze of the logs in 
 
 one's fireplace at home. 
 "There are his young barbarians 
 all at play,"— 
 if he owns any youthful savages.— No, the 
 world has a million roofs for a man but 
 only one rest, 
 
 ^he Autocrat of the JSreakfast %able. 
 
 At thirty we are all trying to cut our names 
 
 in big letters upon the walls of this tenement 
 of life; twenty years later we have 
 carved it, or shut up our jack-knives. 
 
 %he oAutocrat of the JBreakfast Table. 
 
 Stick to your aim; the mongrel's hold will slip, 
 
 But only crowbars loose the bulldog's grip. 
 
 tlrania. 
 
9ay 
 
 That one 
 
 unquestioned 
 
 text we read, 
 doubt 
 
 beyond, 
 all fear above, 
 Nor crackling' pile 
 nor cursing creed 
 ,„^ Can burn 
 or blot it: 
 
 GOD IS LOVE! 
 IVhat We ^m Think. 
 
SeveatK ©ay, 
 
 A still, sweet, placid, moonlig'lit face, 
 
 And slightly nonchalant, 
 Which seems to claim a middle place 
 Between one's love and aunt, 
 
 Where childhood's star has left a ray 
 In woman's sunniest sky. 
 
 As morning dew and blushing day 
 
 On fruit and blossom lie. 
 
 oAJPortrait. 
 
 She knew not love, yet lived in maiden fancies,— 
 Walked, simply clad, a queen of 
 
 high romances, 0\ 
 
 And talked strange tongues ^. J'W-^ 
 
 with angels 
 in her 
 trances. 
 
 iris, Her JQock. 
 
ZigKlK 9ay. 
 
 HAT you bring away from 
 the Bible 
 depends to some extent on 
 what you carry 
 
 to it. 
 
 %he J^rofesdor at the JBreakfast Table. 
 
 The gay grisette, whose fingers touch 
 
 Love's thousand chords so well; 
 The dark Italian loving much, 
 
 But more than one can tell; 
 
 And England's fair-haired, 
 blue-eyed dame. 
 Who binds her brow with pearls; — 
 Ye who have seen them, can they shame 
 Our own sweet Yankee girls? 
 
 0ur Yankee Sirh. 
 
 The axis of the earth sticks out visibly 
 
 through the centre of each and evei^ 
 
 town and city 
 
 The ^Autccrat of the J^rcakfast Table. 
 
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 IKialK ©ay. 
 
 As o'er the g'lacier's 
 frozen 
 sheet 
 Breathes soft 
 
 '^^'T", the 
 
 J ""K ,/\^^) Alpine 
 
 W j<ii/ V \ through 
 ^ ^ ^ '^"^ life's 
 
 desert 
 
 springing 
 sweet. 
 The flower 
 of 
 friendship 
 grows. 
 
 e^ Son£i of 
 
 0iher Q)ays. 
 
TeatK 9ay. 
 
 %^ 
 
 t 
 
 e; ORD of all life, below^ above, 
 
 Whose llglit is truth, whose 
 warmth is love, 
 Before thj^ ever-blazing throne 
 We ask no lustre of our own. 
 
 Grant us thy truth to make us free, 
 And kindling hearts that burn for thee, 
 Till all thy living altars claim 
 
 One holy light, one heavenly flame! 
 
 e.f Sun-'^ay Hymn. 
 
 Do you ^vant an image of the human will, 
 or the self-determining principle, 
 
 as compared with its prearranged 
 and impassable restrictions? 
 A drop of water— imprisoned in a crystal; 
 
 you may see such a one in any 
 ]TLineralogical collection. One little fluid 
 
 particle in the crystalline prism of the 
 solid universe. 
 
 The Autocrat cf the JBreakfast "hable. 
 
iLleverilK 
 
 People that 
 make puns 
 are like wanton 
 boys that put 
 coppers on the 
 railroad tracks. 
 They amuse themselves 
 and other children, but 
 their little trick 
 may upset a freight train of 
 
 conversation for the 
 sake of a battered witticism. 
 
 "The :>Jutccrat of the JQrcakfa^t-Tailc. 
 
 Our brains are seventy -year 
 clocks. The Angel of 
 ',' Life winds them up once for 
 
 all, then closes the case, and gives the key 
 
 into the hand of the Angel of the Resurrection. 
 
 The ^^utccrat of the JBreak fast-Table. 
 
Twelfth 9ay 
 
 NE of my friends had a little 
 
 marble statuette of Cupid 
 in his country-house,— bow, 
 arrows, wings, and all complete. 
 A visitor, indigenous to the region 
 looking pensively at 
 
 the figure, asked of the 
 lady of the house "if that was 
 
 a statoo of her deceased 
 infant?" 
 
 The Q^'^utccrat of the Jdreahfast Table. 
 
 ()h, tell me where did Katy live, 
 
 And what did Katy do? 
 And was she very fair and young. 
 And yet so wricked, too? 
 
 Did Katy love a naughty man, 
 
 Or kiss more cheeks than one? 
 I warrant Katy did no more 
 Than many a Kate has done. 
 
 ^0 an fnsect. 
 
xKirleealK 
 ©ay. 
 
 I care not mucli for gold or land; — 
 Give me a mortgage here and there,— 
 Some good bank-stock, some note of hand, 
 Or trifling railroad share; — 
 
 I only ask that Fortune send 
 A little more than I can spend. Contentment. 
 
 You don't suppose that my remarks made 
 at this table are like so many postage 
 
 stamps, do you,— each to be only once 
 uttered ? If you do, you are mistaken. He 
 
 must be a poor creature that does not 
 often repeat himself. 
 
 The Autocrat of the sBreak fast-Table 
 
IFourleeRlK ©ay, 
 
 ON'T ever think the poetry is dead 
 in an old man 
 because his forehead is wrinkled, 
 or that his manhood 
 has left him when 
 
 his hand trembles ! 
 
 The e.^utccrat cf the J^reakfast %ahle. 
 
 Where, oh where are the visions of morning", 
 Fresh as the dews of our prime? 
 
 Gone, like tenants that quit without warning, 
 Down the back entry of time. 
 
 (^ueations and e-^nsivers. 
 
 "Boston State-House is the hub of the 
 solar system. You couldn't pry that out 
 of a Boston man if you had the 
 
 tire of all creation straightened 
 out for a ^crow-bar. 
 
 The ^^utccrai cf the J^reakfast %able. 
 
FifteeatK ©ay 
 
 IN" has many tools, but a lie 
 is the handle 
 
 that fits them all. 
 
 The oAulcaat of the Mreakfa&t-Tahle. 
 
 Be Arm! one constant element 
 in luck 
 Is g-enuine, solid, old Teutonic pluck; 
 
 See yon tall shaft; it felt the earthquake's 
 thrill, 
 Clung to its base, and greets the sunlight 
 still. 
 
 Urania. 
 
 —Buckwheat is skerce and high.— 
 she remarked. 
 [Must be a poor relation sponging on our 
 landlady,— pays nothing,— 
 so she must stand by the guns and be 
 
 ready to repel boarders.] 
 
 The ^'^utccrar cf the J^reakfa 
 
SijcleealK ©ay. 
 
 When turning round tHeir dial-track, 
 Eastward the lengthening 
 shadows pass, 
 Her little mourners, clad 
 in hlack, 
 The crickets, sliding 
 through the grass. 
 Shall pipe for her 
 an evening £^ 
 mass. \ 
 
 At last the rootlets ^ 
 
 of the trees 
 Shall find the ^^^ 
 
 prison . ^^^ 
 
 where she 
 lies, 
 And bear 
 the buried dusu they seize 
 
 In leaves and blossoms to 
 the skies — 
 So may the soul that warmed 
 
 it rise! Under the Volets 
 
^Deveateealh ©ay. 
 
 O brag little,— to< show well,— 
 
 to crow gently, if in luck,— 
 to pay up, to own up, 
 
 to shut up, if beaten, 
 are the virtues of a 
 
 sporting man. 
 
 '^Iie oJlutccrat of the Joreakfast-Table. 
 
 Where, oh where are life's lilies and roses, 
 
 Nursed in the golden dawn's smile? 
 Dead as the bulrushes 'round little Moses, 
 On the old banks of the Nile. 
 
 Questions and oAnswers. 
 
 It is better to lose a pint of blood 
 
 from your veins than to have a ner:i^e tapped. 
 Nobody measures your nervous force 
 as it runs away,, nor bandages your 
 
 brain and marrow after the operation. 
 
 The oAutccrat of the J^reakfast- Table. 
 
^LighteentK 2^ ay. 
 
 ^ 
 
 I have been 
 throug-h as many 
 hardships as Ulysses, 
 in the pursuit of my 
 histrionic vocation. I have 
 traveled in cars until 
 the conductors all knew me 
 like a brother. I have run 
 off the rails, and stuck all nig-ht in 
 snow-drifts, and sat behind 
 ^ females that would have the window 
 ^ open when one could not 
 
 wink without his eyelids freezing 
 tog-ether. 
 
 The sy^utccrat of the JBrcQkfast-Table. 
 
 #. 
 
 But here's to our boyhood, its gold and its gray! 
 
 The stars of its Winter, the dews of its May ! 
 And when we have done with our life-lasting toys, 
 Dear Father, take care of thy children 
 the Boys. 
 
 ^he oBcys. 
 
jHiaeteenlK ©ay. 
 
 0:N"CEIT is just as natural a thing 
 to liuman minds 
 
 as a centre is 
 to a circle. 
 
 ^he Autocrat of the <Sreakfa%t-l'able. 
 
 I gave her once a locket, 
 
 It was filled with my oAvn hair, 
 And she put it in her pocket 
 With very special care, 
 But a jeweler has got it,— 
 He offered it to me. 
 And another that is not it 
 
 Around her neck I see. 
 
 bines by a Qlerk. 
 
 What a comfort a dull but kindly person is, 
 
 to be sure, at times! A ground-glass' shade 
 over a gas-lamp does not bring more 
 solace to our dazzled eyes than such a one 
 to our minds. ^, . 
 
 I he ^utccrat of the Jdnakfait-%ahle. 
 
Twentieth ©ay. 
 
 O Nature! bare thy loving: 
 "breast 
 And give thy child cme hour S^. ^^ ^ . -^ 
 
 One little hour to lie 
 unseen 
 Beneath thy scarf of leafy ' -^^ * 'Ifc- 
 
 green ! 
 
 
 So, curtained by a singing 
 pine, 
 Its murmuring voice shall 
 blend 
 
 with mine, 
 Till, lost in dreams, mj^ faltering lay 
 
 In sweeter music dies away. 
 
Iwealy-firsl j:3^ay 
 
 UT not your trust in money, 
 but put your 
 
 money in trust. 
 
 The ^^utccrat cf the oBreakfant-^ablc . 
 
 That one unquestioned text we read, 
 
 All doubt beyond, all fear above, 
 Nor crackling pile nor cursing creed 
 Can burn or blot it: 
 
 GOD IS LOVE. 
 
 What We All Think. 
 
 There stands the old school-house, 
 
 hard by the old church; 
 That tree at its side had the flavor of 
 birch ; 
 O sweet were the days of his juvenile tricks, 
 Though the prairie of youth had so many 
 
 "big licks." 
 
Twenty ^second ©ay. 
 
 -I find the great thing 
 
 in this world 
 is not so much 
 
 ^->ak where 
 ff we 
 
 stand, 
 as in 
 what direction 
 we are moving. 
 To reach the 
 
 port of Heaven, 
 we must sail 
 sometimes with the 
 wind and sometimes 
 against it,~ 
 hut we must 
 sail, and not 
 drift or lie at anchor. 
 
 The Jlutccrat of the JBreak fast-Table. 
 
XwerLty=i:hird 23ay. 
 
 ERE lies the home of 
 
 school-hoy life, 
 With creeping stair and wind-swept 
 hall, 
 And, scarred by many a 
 
 truant knife, 
 Our old initials on the wall. 
 
 dlTare Rubrum. 
 
 I hear the whispering" voice of Spring, 
 The thrush's trill, 
 
 the catbird's cry. 
 Like some poor bird with prisoned wing 
 
 That sits and sings, but longs to fly. 
 
 Oh for one spot of living green,— 
 
 One little spot where leaves can grow — 
 To love unblamed, to walk unseen, 
 
 To dream above, to sleep below! 
 
 Spring Has (Borne. 
 
xwealy^fourtK S^ay. 
 
 O my lost Beauty l— hast thou folded quite 
 Thy wings of morning- light 
 Beyond those iron gates 
 Where Life crowds hurrying- to the haggard Fates, 
 And Age upon his mound of ashes waits 
 To chill our fiery dreams 
 Hot from the heart of youth plunged in his 
 icy streams. 
 
 .„^^ dTTusa. 
 
 ..K^'*"" 
 
Twealy=fiftK 9aij, 
 
 OD bless the ancient Puritans ! 
 Their lot was 
 
 hard enough; 
 But honest hearts make iron arms, 
 And tender maids 
 
 are tough ; 
 So love and faith have formed 
 and fed 
 Our true-born Yankee stuff, 
 
 And keep the kernel in the shell 
 
 The British found so tough. 
 
 qA Song. 
 
 Oh, what are the prizes we perish to win, 
 
 To the first little "shiner" we caught with 
 a pin! 
 No soil upon earth is so dear to our eyes 
 As the soil we first stirred 
 
 in terrestrial pies I 
 
 Lines. 
 
xwcatiL5=si2clH ©ay 
 
 Call liim not old, whose 
 i. visionary brain 
 
 Holds o'er the past its 
 undivided reigrL, 
 or him in vain the envious 
 seasons roll 
 J\rho hears eternal summer in his soul. 
 If yet the minstrel's song, 
 the poet's lay, 
 Spring with her birds, or children with their play, 
 Or maiden's smile, or heavenly dream 
 of art 
 Stir the few life -drops creeping round 
 his heart,— ^ /^l^ 
 
 Turn to the record where his years 
 are told,— 
 Count his gray hairs,— they 
 
 cannot make him old 
 
 ^W/^ 
 
 ^Mlljiim dXot eid, Whose BiHicnary Jirain. 
 
Xweatij=seYealK j3ai], 
 
 I look upon the fair blue skies, 
 
 And naug'ht but empty air I see 
 But when I turn me to thine eyes, 
 
 It seemeth unto me 
 Ten thousand angels spread 
 their wings 
 Within those little azure rings. 
 
 Stanzas. 
 
 O for one hour of youthful joy ! 
 Give back my twentieth ^--^' ""^ 
 spring! ^ 
 
 I'd rather laugh a ^vH 
 bright-haired boy ^' 
 
 Than reign a gray-beard ^^^'\^M 
 king! ' "' 
 
 Off with the wrinkled spoils - 
 
 of age ! 
 Away with learning's crown! 
 Tear out life's wisdom- 
 written page, 
 And dash its trophies down ! 
 
 '^he &lcl dlXan breams. 
 
Tweaty-eigKtK ©ay. 
 
 UN, if you like, but try to 
 
 keep you breath; 
 Work like a man, but don't 
 be worked to death.; 
 
 And with new notions,— 
 let me change the rule,— 
 Don't strike the iron till 
 
 it's fairly cool. 
 
 Urania. 
 
 O Father! grant Thy love divine 
 
 To make these mystic temples Thine! 
 When wasting age and 
 
 wearing strife 
 Have sapped the leaning walls of life, 
 When darkness gathers over all, 
 And the last tottering pillars fall, 
 
 Take the poor dust Thy mercy 
 warms 
 And mould it into heavenly forms. 
 
 ^he Living %emple. 
 
aialK 
 9ay. 
 
 Let Friendship's 
 accents cheer our doubtful 
 way, 
 And Love's pure planet lend its 
 guiding YSiy — 
 Our tardy Art shall wear an angel's wings, 
 
 And life shall lengthen with the joy it 
 brings ! 
 
 eA Sentiment. 
 
 How patient Nature smiles at Fame! 
 
 The weeds that strewed the victor's way, 
 Feed on his dust to shroud his name, 
 Green where his proudest towers decay. 
 
 aA Roman oAcqueduct. 
 
^KirtietK 9ay. 
 
 Y blank check "book 
 
 seemed to be a dictionary 
 of possibilities, 
 in wbich I could find all the 
 synonyms of happiness, 
 and realize any of them 
 on the spot. 
 
 %he JProfessor at the J^reakfaBt-Tahle. 
 
 But when the patient stars look down 
 On all their light 
 
 discovers, 
 The traitor's smile, the murderer's frown. 
 The lips of lying lovers, 
 
 They try to shut their saddening eyes, 
 And in the 
 
 vain endeavor 
 We see them twinkling in the skies, 
 
 And so they wink forever. 
 
 <s.^lbum &erses. 
 
Is but the 
 and shade. 
 
 The 
 
 clouds 
 by day, 
 the stars 
 
 by night, 
 Inweave 
 their floating- 
 locks of light. 
 The rainbow, 
 Heaven's own 
 forehead's 
 braid, 
 embrace of sun 
 
 The philosopher to His l/o 
 
xhiriy=firsl ©ay. 
 
 VERY event that a man 
 
 would master must be 
 mounted on tlie run, 
 and no man ever caught the reins 
 of a thoug-ht except 
 as it galloped by him. 
 
 The profeshcr at the JSnak fast-Table. 
 
 Shalt thou be honest? Ask the worldly schools, 
 And all will tell thee knaves are busier fools; 
 Prudent? Industrious? Let not modern x)ens 
 Instruct "Poor Richards," fellow-citizens. 
 
 Urania. 
 
 And if I should live to be 
 
 The last leaf upon the tree 
 In the* spring. 
 Let them smile as I do now. 
 At the old forsaken bough 
 Where I cling. 
 

 
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