Oh! many a shaft, at random sent,
Finds mark the archer little meant;
And many a word, at random spoken,
May soothe or wound a heart that’s broken. 

                                    —­Walter Scott.

Sleep.—­One hour’s sleep before midnight is worth two after.—­Fielding.

God gives sleep to the bad, in order that the good may be undisturbed.  —­Saadi.

Put off thy cares with thy clothes; so shall thy rest strengthen thy labor; and so shall thy labor sweeten thy rest.—­Quarles.

We sleep, but the loom of life never stops; and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up to-morrow.  —­Beecher.

Heaven trims our lamps while we sleep.—­Alcott.

There are many ways of inducing sleep,—­the thinking of purling rills, or waving woods; reckoning of numbers; droppings from a wet sponge fixed over a brass pan, etc.  But temperance and exercise answer much better than any of these succedaneums.—­Sterne.

Sleep is a generous thief; he gives to vigor what he takes from time.  —­Elizabeth, Queen of Roumania.

O sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole. 
—­Coleridge.

Society.—­Society is ever ready to worship success, but rarely forgives failure.—­Mme. Roland.

Society is a troop of thinkers, and the best heads among them take the best places.—­Emerson.

Society is like a lawn, where every roughness is smoothed, every bramble eradicated, and where the eye is delighted by the smiling verdure of a velvet surface.—­Washington Irving.

Heaven forming each on other to depend,
A master, or a servant, or a friend,
Bids each on other for assistance call,
Till one man’s weakness grows the strength of all. 
Wants, frailties, passions, closer still ally
The common interest, or endear the tie. 
To these we owe true friendship, love sincere,
Each home-felt joy that life inherits here. 

          
                          —­Pope.

Every man depends on the quantity of sense, wit, or good manners he brings into society for the reception he meets with in it.—­Hazlitt.

A man’s reception depends upon his coat; his dismissal upon the wit he shows.—­BERANGER.

Man in society is like a flow’r,
Blown in its native bed.  ’Tis there alone
His faculties expanded in full bloom
Shine out, there only reach their proper use. 

          
                          —­Cowper.

There is a sort of economy in Providence that one shall excel where another is defective, in order to make men more useful to each other, and mix them in society.—­Addison.