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Title: How to be happy
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: (Frink, Maria Mrs.) (from old catalog)
Subjects: Conduct of life
Publisher: Valparaiso, Ind., F. & M. Frink
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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SRTHY ®F N07E. E agree that the following is worthy a boys no-tice. In fact, he cannot beat it into his headtoo thoroughly, if he hopes to make the fine-grained, solid man his mother expects him to be: Every time I refuse a drink of liquor I improve mymanhood. Every time I spend a dollar foolishly I am openinga paupers grave. Every time I pay rent I am taking so much awayfrom a home of my own. Every time I speak a kind word I am adding a brickto my temple of manhood. Every time I buy an article I am encouraging themanufacturer or producer. Every time I pay a debt I am doing right and help-ing to put money into circulation. Every time I refrain speaking in defense of a friendI prove that I am not a friend. fJtVERY day a self denial. The thing that is diffi-cult to do will be easy three hundred and sixty-five days hence, if each day shall have been re-peated. What power of self-mastery shall he enjoy,who; looking to God for graces, seeks every day topractice the grace he prays for! 177
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THE HEW GHURGH. JifT was an humble church, no stately steeple;m Looked down upon the river and street;s^ An humble church, for humble, toiling people,Who hither came, with heavy, aching feet. Outside there raged the citys ceaseless riot,And careless souls the path to ruin trod; Within, amid a reverent Lords day quiet,The little church was set apart to God. I saw another sight than those rapt faces; I saw a vision of the years to be,The throng of those whose forms shall fill theseplaces, When time shall be no more with you and me. More solemn than the solemn invocations,More joyful than these joyful notes of praise, I heard the prayers of future generations,I heard the song of far-off future days. I heard the wistful penitents grieved sighingIn memory of a sad and wasted past; And high above I heard the angels crying,Rejoice ! the wanderer returns at last! And then I heard the Master, softly saying, O ye who reared this building for my sake,Through toil and sacrifice and fervent prayin

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