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Title: You and I;
Year: 1886 (1880s)
Authors: Cleveland, Rose Elizabeth, 1846- (from old catalog)
Subjects: Etiquette Culture
Publisher: Detroit, Mich. (etc.) F. B. Dickerson & co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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next room, forgot allher plates and spoons, and, thowing herself into a chair, sobbedas if her heart would break — a reciprocal emotion that theaccomplished singer declared was the greatest complimentever paid her. Longfellow, in speaking of his friend Prescott, the historian,said: There is Prescott, always pleasant and merry. Andagain, My last remembrance of him is a sunny smile.11Could there be a more beautiful souvenir of an absent friendthan the memory of a sunny smile?11 And the smile thatchallenges reciprocity comes from the heart, or it would chillwith its unresponsive glow, like the snow on the crests of thefrozen glaciers. There is no courtesy so perfect as the nativetact of a good heart. In the warmth of sunshine that comesfrom such a source, the sternest nature dissolves and becomescongenial. We might all wish to deserve the eulogy containedin these four lines: It was only a glad good morning/As she passed along her way,But it left the mornings gloryOver the livelong day.
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IT WAS ONLY A GLAD GOOD MORNING*AS SHE PASSED ALONG HER WAY. YOU AND /. 163 The mornings glory is natures highest perfectionexpressed in a simple greeting. A prosperous business man, who had catered to the publicfor many years, and was prominent in his profession, wasasked what incident had made the most lasting impressionupon him. As he had feasted civic dignitaries and titledopulence, it was supposed he would recur to these. But heanswered that giving a breakfast to a poor working girl,who had lost her purse, was the only thing of importance hecould recall. I can never forget the look of sweet humility with whichshe said I can not pay; I can only thank you, and pray foryou. Her voice was like that of a little child saying itsevening prayer, and I felt that it was she who was giving andI who was receiving. And this goes far to verify the poetswords: A simple maiden in her flowerIs worth a hundred coat-of-arms. How beautifully has Sydney Smith remarked that Man-ners are the shadows of

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