pearls. The girl supposed they were only imitations, but the whole story came out in a few days when, on taking them to a jeweler to have the clasp tightened, she was cross-questioned as to how the pearls had come into her possession. They proved to be worth more than $11,000.—New York Press.
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See Compliment; Endeavor; Heroism
Recognized; Kinship.
Appreciation, Belated—See Irretrievable,
The.
APPRECIATION, DELAYED
Mrs. Marion M. Hutson points out the necessity of appreciating the help of others before it is too late.
Somewhere in the future—God knows when—
These tired hands will lie at rest—and then
The friends and loved ones will recall with tears
Some kindly deed they wrought in bygone years.
Will ponder o'er those little acts again,
And register them all on heart and brain.
My precious ones, why wait? Tell me to-day
If ever hands of mine have soothed your way.
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APPRECIATION, LACK OF
The owner of a small country estate decided
to sell his property, and consulted an
estate agent in the nearest town about the
matter. After visiting the place, the agent
wrote a description of it, and submitted it
to his client for approval.
"Read that again," said the owner, closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair contentedly.
After the second reading he was silent a few moments, and then said thoughtfully: "I don't think I'll sell. I've been looking for that kind of a place all my life, but until you read that description I didn't know I had it! No; I won't sell now."
If we could see our own blessings as
others see them, would it not add to our
contentment with our lot?
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APPRECIATION OF CHARACTER
A shipping merchant said to a boy applying
for work, "What can you do?" "I can do
my best to do what you are kind enough to
let me try," replied the boy. "What have you
done?" "I have sawed and split my mother's
wood for nearly two years." "What have
you not done?" "Well, sir," the boy replied
after a moment's reflection, "I have not
whispered in school for over a year." "That
is enough," said the merchant. "I will take
you aboard my vessel, and I hope some day
to see you her captain. A boy who can master
a wood-pile and bridle his tongue must
have good stuff in him."—James T. White,
"Character Lessons."
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Appreciation of Poetry—See Poet Appreciated.
Appreciation of the Gospel Story—See
Father, Our.
APPRECIATION, SPIRITUAL
An infinite joy is lost to the world by the
want of culture of the spiritual endowment.
Suppose that I were to visit a cottage and
to see its walls lined with the choicest
pictures of Raffael, and every spare nook
filled with statues of the most exquisite
workmanship, and that I were to learn that
neither man, woman, nor child ever cast an
eye at these miracles of art, how should 1
feel their privation; how should I want to
open their eyes, and to help them to comprehend
and feel the loveliness and grandeur
which in vain courted their notice! But
every husbandman is living in sight of the
works of a diviner Artist; and how much
would his existence be elevated could he see
the glory which shines forth in their forms,
hues, proportions, and moral expression!—William
Ellery Channing.
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APPREHENSION, LINCOLN'S
In Carl Schurtz' war reminiscences, we find the following, showing the apprehension felt by Lincoln at the outbreak of the war:
One afternoon, after he [President Lincoln]
had issued his call for troops, he sat
alone in his room, and a feeling came over
him as if he were utterly deserted and helpless.
He thought any moderately strong
body of Secessionist troops, if there were
any in the neighborhood, might come over
the "long bridge" across the Potomac, and
just take him and the members of the Cabinet—the
whole lot of them. Then he suddenly
heard a sound like the boom of a
cannon. "There they are!" he said to himself.
He expected every moment that somebody
would rush in with the report of an
attack. But the White House attendants,
