“A balance of power”—making the poker stand up straight in your hand.

“Weeping birch”—the kind of stick that makes you weep.

“Eating cares”—troubles because you are tired of eating.

“Spoiler’s hand”—your father’s hand because he spoils you.

“The balm of childhood”—what makes children stop there crying.

“He issued a papal bull”—the news written on the board outside the office.

“I would that my tongue could utter”—means its to much trouble to write out his ideas.

The way we pass a lifetime is to us but as if we were asleep and we do not remember all that happens but the happy moments. When we are dead then we see what we have done in a different way.

Don’t say life is only an empty dream. If our souls stop living and go to sleep it cannot be so for we would die. The last thing we are to attain to I think is the grave.

Your the same as dead when your asleep and things that are making you pleasant now will one day make you sorry.

Do not tell me that life is a dream, because when I sleep things will not be like I think they are.

This means that you know without being told in rymes, that life and soul shall die away and be nothing.

Don’t tell me in sorrowful verses life is only an illusion, the soul is wicked that slumbers, and things are very deceitful.

Great men have not made flights very suddenly. They have slept with their companions while they were toiling to keep the heights they had attained.

The heights that great men have kept out of reach were not attained by means of sudden flight. While their companions were sleeping they were up at all hours of the toiling night.

In the lexicon of Youth, which fate reserves for a bright manhood, there’s no such word as Fail.

In the early days of youth which destiny waits for a better chance, there is no such word as fail.

The lexicon of youth which is fated for a bright manhood, should never fail.

The sentence means, in the beginning of youth the fate that is kept for a bright manhood must not be a failure.

There was no such word as fail when I was a boy, but now I am a man.

If you study while you are young your knowledge will be preserved and you can not fail.

The word fail never appears in the natural teachings of youth and is kept for bright manhood.

In a youth’s translation which is kept back until a riper age, there is no such word which says fail.

The youth who is in his lexicon and about to spring into a bright manhood, the word fail he knows not.

To fail is impossible for youth in the lexicon which is reserved for it.

The man who rode on the horse performed the whip and an instrument made of steel alone with strong ardor not diminishing, for, being tired from the time passed with hard labor overworked with anger and ignorant with weariness, while every breath for labor he drew with cries full of sorrow, the young deer made imperfect who worked hard filtered in sight.

The man who loves his nature he holds connections with his form in a visible manner; he speaks a different language for his lively hours. Nature has a glad voice and smile and beauty. He goes into his darker musings with a mild and healing sympathy and not with a sorrowful feeling that steals away their sharpness before he is aware of it.

To him she speaks the love of nature and of various languages, and she smiles with healing sympathy and steals away his gayer hours and eloquence of beauty that steals away their sharpness before he knows of it.

Was it not for Tradition we would not travel this far. We are still walking to brighter steps by shining our brains. What little intellect we have, if it was well shined, it might do a great deal.

Man is guided by two spirits, evil and good, and if the evil spirit (before he was a good one) had been a good one, man would not have been created.

Man’s path guides two angels. One is old and one is young. Ones names Memory and one is Tradition. One floats round and hunts for things on the earth. Memory clings to the cheek and shines the lamp that Reason holds. Tradition helps us to walk and we brighten up Reason’s lamp.

Two great Powers or Forces guide men and women in this world whether they be young or old, and these powers are still growing through numbers of years.

We lean on Mearcy and Tradition. But whatere it may be, the sound is sweet with vast mysterious accords. Then Power or Mearcy glares above us, and there looks down upon us with extreme splendor.

Memory still shines reflecting that light our senses tell us of, or that is within our brains, if we have any. And I suppose we are all gifted with a little.

Had an angel never committed sin, we never would have been created and guarded by a heavenly spirit.