Hope is our life when first our life grows clear,
Hope and delight, scarce crossed by lines of fear: 
Yet the day comes when fain we would not hope—­
But forasmuch as we with life must cope,
Struggling with this and that—­and who knows why? 
Hope will not give us up to certainty,
But still must bide with us. 

                                    —­Wm. Morris.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast,
Man never is, but always to be blest. 
—­Pope.

A propensity to hope and joy is real riches; one to fear and sorrow, real poverty.—­Hume.

True hope is based on the energy of character.  A strong mind always hopes, and has always cause to hope, because it knows the mutability of human affairs, and how slight a circumstance may change the whole course of events.  Such a spirit, too, rests upon itself; it is not confined to partial views or to one particular object.  And if at last all should be lost, it has saved itself.—­Von Knebel.

Hope, like the glimmering taper’s light,
Adorns and cheers the way;
And still, as darker grows the night,
Emits a brighter ray. 

          
                          —­Goldsmith.

Hospitality.—­Like many other virtues, hospitality is practiced in its perfection by the poor.  If the rich did their share, how would the woes of this world be lightened!—­Mrs. Kirkland.

It is not the quantity of the meat, but the cheerfulness of the guests, which makes the feast.—­Clarendon.

There is an emanation from the heart in genuine hospitality which cannot be described, but is immediately felt and puts the stranger at once at his ease.—­Washington Irving.

Be not forgetful to entertain strangers:  for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.—­Hebrews 13:2.

Blest be that spot, where cheerful guests retire
To pause from toil, and trim their evening fire;
Blest that abode, where want and pain repair,
And every stranger finds a ready chair: 
Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown’d,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the jest or pranks, that never fail,
Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale,
Or press the bashful stranger to his food,
And learn the luxury of doing good. 

          
                          —­Goldsmith.

Humility.—­The sufficiency of my merit is to know that my merit is not sufficient.—­St. Augustine.

The high mountains are barren, but the low valleys are covered over with corn; and accordingly the showers of God’s grace fall into lowly hearts and humble souls.—­Worthington.

He who sacrifices a whole offering shall be rewarded for a whole offering; he who offers a burnt-offering shall have the reward of a burnt-offering; but he who offers humility to God and man shall be rewarded with a reward as if he had offered all the sacrifices in the world.—­The Talmud.