A curiosity among timepieces is a clock of flowers. It is well known that every blossom has its precise hour for opening its petals and for closing them. Some open at sunrise and close at sunset; but as a matter of fact, there is not an hour of the day nor of the night even but some flower begins or ends its period. In Pliny's time forty-six such flowers were known. The number since then has very largely increased. From these a floral timepiece has been made.
Man's life and deeds, like these
flowers, ought to keep God's time.
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Time, Killing—See Idleness. TIME PRECIOUS Mere amusement, a pleasing invention to kill time, is not a high aim for a novel. Killing time is the worst kind of murder. Remember while we are killing it, it is surely killing us. We need no books to help us. Rather give us books that will enable us to make time live, so that every moment in life will bear its own blossom. Then will we value each hour as the miser does his golden disks, letting each slip through his fingers slowly and longingly, for its power and worth is known to him so well. Naturalism will never help us. Dredging stagnant ponds does not purify them. It merely sets the filth in circulation.—Book Chat.
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See Novels, Good and Bad.
Time, Redeeming—See Knowledge,
Thirst for, Painstaking.
TIME SAVERS
Harry Harm, the son of a Columbia
grocer, has found a practical use for a lot
of carrier-pigeons. It used to take him half
a day to gather orders, half a day to fill
them, and half a day to deliver; but now,
thanks to the pigeons, the work is done in
one day. When Mr. Harm starts he takes a
crate of pigeons along in his wagon, and
after he secures a few orders he takes the
duplicate order-slips, which are of thin paper,
puts them in a tiny roll on a pigeon's leg, and
the bird is liberated. It at once flies to its
loft at the store, where the clerks relieve it
of its orders. This plan is followed until
the man covers his entire route, and when
he returns to the store the clerks have the
goods ready for delivery.—Philadelphia
Press.
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TIME, THE PRESENT
When I have time, so many things I'll do
To make life happier and more fair
For those whose lives are crowded full with care;
I'll help to lift them up from their despair—
When I have time.
When I have time, the friend I love so well
Shall know no more these weary toiling days;
I'll lead her feet in pleasant paths always,
And cheer her heart with sweetest words of praise—
When I have time.
When you have time, the friend you loved so dear
May be beyond the reach of your intent;
May never know that you so kindly meant
To fill her life with ever sweet content—
When you had time.
Now is the time. Ah, friend, no longer wait
To scatter loving smiles and words of cheer
To those around whose lives are now so drear;
They may not need you in the coming year—
Now is the time. (Text.)
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Time too Short—See Fame and Time.
TIMELINESS OF GOD
His wisdom is sublime;
His heart supremely kind;
God never is before His time
And never is behind. (Text.)
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TIMIDITY
May T. McKean, in Zion's Advocate, reports an acquaintance as saying to her:
I wish I could say the thoughts that come
to me, but I could no more speak in a meeting
than I could fly. I could not preside at
even the smallest meeting. Indeed, I can
scarcely make a motion in our own little
circle. The sound of my own voice frightens
me; it sounds queer and hollow and far off,
and I forget everything I had in mind before.
But, honestly, I believe I could be a
more useful woman in Christ's kingdom if I
were not so timid. I guess I did not begin
