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Childhood Is Like A Mirror, Which Reflects In Afterlife The Images First Presented To It. The First Thing Continues Forever With The Child. The First Joy, The First Sorrow, The First Success, The First Failure, The First Achievement, The First Misadventure, Paint The Foreground Of His Life.

Lost Wealth May Be Replaced By Industry, Lost Knowledge By Study, Lost Health By Temperance Or Medicine, But Lost Time Is Gone Forever.

The Knowledge And Experience Which Produce Wisdom Can Only Become A Man's Individual Possession And Property By His Own Free Action; And It Is As Futile To Expect These Without Laborious, Painstaking Effort, As It Is To Hope To Gather A Harvest Where The Seed Has Not Been Sown.

No Good Thing Is Ever Lost. Nothing Dies, Not Even Life Which Gives Up One Form Only To Resume Another. No Good Action, No Good Example Dies. It Lives Forever In Our Race. While The Frame Moulders And Disappears, The Deed Leaves An Indelible Stamp, And Molds The Very Thought And Will Of Future Generations.

The Tiniest Bits Of Opinion Sown In The Minds Of Children In Private Life Afterwards Issue Forth To The World, And Become Its Public Opinion; For Nations Are Gathered Out Of Nurseries.