The Peach-bud Glows, The Wild Bee Hums,

The Children With The Streamlets Sing, When April Stops At Last Her Weeping; And Every Happy Growing Thing Laughs Like A Babe Just Roused From Sleeping.

To Her Bier Comes The Year Not With Weeping And Distress, As Mortals Do, But, To Guide Her Way To It, All The Trees Have Torches Lit; Blazing Red The Maples Shine The Woodlands Through.

What Is The Meaning Of 'gossip?' Doesn't It Originate With Sympathy, An Interest In One's Neighbor, Degenerating Into Idle Curiosity And Love Of Tattling? Which Is Worse, This Habit, Or Keeping One's Self So Absorbed Intellectually As To Forget The Sufferings And Cares Of Others, To Lose Sympathy Through Having Too Much To Think About?

Girls Especially Are Fond Of Exchanging Confidences With Those Whom They Think They Can Trust; It Is One Of The Most Charming Traits Of A Simple, Earnest-hearted Girlhood, And They Are The Happiest Women Who Never Lose It Entirely.

Every True Friend Is A Glimpse Of God.