show it with great satisfaction to his mother. She was much delighted athis skill and said:"You are surely going to be a wood-carver, and a very good one." From that time on Toni looked at every little piece of wood which came inhis way, to see if it would be good for carving, and if so he wouldquickly put it away, so that he often brought home all his pockets full ofthese pieces, which he then collected like treasures into a pile and spentevery free moment carving them. Thus the
o! my songs have crossed the ocean But the voice of my emotion finds no word. SEE? If one proves weak who you fancied strong, Or false who you fancied true, Just ease the smart of your wounded heart By the thought that it is not you! If many forget a promise made, And your faith falls into the dust, Then look meanwhile in your mirror and smile, And say, '_I_ am one to trust!' If you search in vain for an ageing face Unharrowed by fretful fears, Then make right now (and keep) a vow To grow in
unnecessary."As some of the Franciscan friars who have come to the Philippineshave preferred to labor in China, Peñalosa orders (March 2, 1582)that no person shall leave the islands without his permission. In aletter dated June is of that year, he complains to the king that hehas not received the expected reënforcements of men from New Spain;that the Audiencia of that country (in which is now Sande, supersededby Peñalosa as governor of the Philippines) meddles with his governmentand
"Lazy Thoughts of a Lazy Girl" by Jenny Wren is a witty and humorous collection of essays and musings on the art of laziness. Through a series of relatable and entertaining anecdotes, Wren explores the joys and pitfalls of a life lived at a leisurely pace, touching on topics such as procrastination, napping, and the art of doing nothing. Her writing is light-hearted and whimsical, but also insightful, encouraging readers to embrace their inner laziness and find beauty in the quiet
to Central Park, where the scene was to be filmed, or photographed over again--a "retake," as it is called, the bane alike of camera men and directors.And while the girls--the moving picture girls--are on their way to do over a bit of work, I shall take the opportunity of telling my new readers something about Ruth and Alice DeVere. I have called them just what they are: "The Moving Picture Girls," and that is the title of the first volume of this series, which depicts them
arch. Already, for half a yearor longer, Bell had known the correct theory ofthe telephone; but he had not realized that thefeeble undulatory current generated by a magnetwas strong enough for the transmission of speech.He had been taught to undervalue the incredibleefficiency of electricity.Not only was Bell himself a teacher of thelaws of speech, so highly skilled that he wasan instructor in Boston University. His father,also, his two brothers, his uncle, and hisgrandfather had taught the
fe. One sees that dead, vacant look steal sometimes over the rarest, finest of women's faces,--in the very midst, it may be, of their warmest summer's day; and then one can guess at the secret of intolerable solitude that lies hid beneath the delicate laces and brilliant smile. There was no warmth, no brilliancy, no summer for this woman; so the stupor and vacancy had time to gnaw into her face perpetually. She was young, too, though no one guessed it; so the gnawing was the fiercer.She lay
show it with great satisfaction to his mother. She was much delighted athis skill and said:"You are surely going to be a wood-carver, and a very good one." From that time on Toni looked at every little piece of wood which came inhis way, to see if it would be good for carving, and if so he wouldquickly put it away, so that he often brought home all his pockets full ofthese pieces, which he then collected like treasures into a pile and spentevery free moment carving them. Thus the
o! my songs have crossed the ocean But the voice of my emotion finds no word. SEE? If one proves weak who you fancied strong, Or false who you fancied true, Just ease the smart of your wounded heart By the thought that it is not you! If many forget a promise made, And your faith falls into the dust, Then look meanwhile in your mirror and smile, And say, '_I_ am one to trust!' If you search in vain for an ageing face Unharrowed by fretful fears, Then make right now (and keep) a vow To grow in
unnecessary."As some of the Franciscan friars who have come to the Philippineshave preferred to labor in China, Peñalosa orders (March 2, 1582)that no person shall leave the islands without his permission. In aletter dated June is of that year, he complains to the king that hehas not received the expected reënforcements of men from New Spain;that the Audiencia of that country (in which is now Sande, supersededby Peñalosa as governor of the Philippines) meddles with his governmentand
"Lazy Thoughts of a Lazy Girl" by Jenny Wren is a witty and humorous collection of essays and musings on the art of laziness. Through a series of relatable and entertaining anecdotes, Wren explores the joys and pitfalls of a life lived at a leisurely pace, touching on topics such as procrastination, napping, and the art of doing nothing. Her writing is light-hearted and whimsical, but also insightful, encouraging readers to embrace their inner laziness and find beauty in the quiet
to Central Park, where the scene was to be filmed, or photographed over again--a "retake," as it is called, the bane alike of camera men and directors.And while the girls--the moving picture girls--are on their way to do over a bit of work, I shall take the opportunity of telling my new readers something about Ruth and Alice DeVere. I have called them just what they are: "The Moving Picture Girls," and that is the title of the first volume of this series, which depicts them
arch. Already, for half a yearor longer, Bell had known the correct theory ofthe telephone; but he had not realized that thefeeble undulatory current generated by a magnetwas strong enough for the transmission of speech.He had been taught to undervalue the incredibleefficiency of electricity.Not only was Bell himself a teacher of thelaws of speech, so highly skilled that he wasan instructor in Boston University. His father,also, his two brothers, his uncle, and hisgrandfather had taught the
fe. One sees that dead, vacant look steal sometimes over the rarest, finest of women's faces,--in the very midst, it may be, of their warmest summer's day; and then one can guess at the secret of intolerable solitude that lies hid beneath the delicate laces and brilliant smile. There was no warmth, no brilliancy, no summer for this woman; so the stupor and vacancy had time to gnaw into her face perpetually. She was young, too, though no one guessed it; so the gnawing was the fiercer.She lay