Historical Article
"Maxims for the New Year"
Published in Good Housekeeping, January 1889
"I'll try."
"I can't," is a humbug and a nuisance.
It is not parsimonious to be economical.
To-day is all the time we absolutely have.
A single fact is worth a folio of argument.
It is not selfish to be correct in your dealings.
The worth of a thing depends on the want of it.
Let nothing be undone which ought to be done.
Small profits little risk; great profits great risk.
The best kind of a pic-nic is a pick at Old Nick.
Something wrong when a man is afraid of himself.
Honesty is better capital than a sharper's cunning.
Whose credit is suspected is not safe to be trusted.
A true man never frets about his place in the world.
Conscience dead as a stone is a heavy thing to carry.
Employ no one to do what you can easily do yourself.
Published in Good Housekeeping, January 1889
"I'll try."
"I can't," is a humbug and a nuisance.
It is not parsimonious to be economical.
To-day is all the time we absolutely have.
A single fact is worth a folio of argument.
It is not selfish to be correct in your dealings.
The worth of a thing depends on the want of it.
Let nothing be undone which ought to be done.
Small profits little risk; great profits great risk.
The best kind of a pic-nic is a pick at Old Nick.
Something wrong when a man is afraid of himself.
Honesty is better capital than a sharper's cunning.
Whose credit is suspected is not safe to be trusted.
A true man never frets about his place in the world.
Conscience dead as a stone is a heavy thing to carry.
Employ no one to do what you can easily do yourself.
A Christmas Wish
Victorian Winter Poetry for Christmas and New Year's
"Had I power to give to you
Many a rich and costly gem,
Fit, in brilliancy of hue,
To adorn a diadem,
I'd bestow the jewels rare
On some other friend less dear,
While for you I'd breathe a prayer,
Such as I do offer here.
Many a merry Christmas, friend,
Health, contentment, joy and bliss;
More delights in thought I send
Than I can convey in this.
With the now departing year
May your cares and sorrows cease;
May the new one, drawing near,
Bring you happiness and peace." —1883
As soon as winter arrives, when icy pictures appear on windows and Jack Frost makes maidens blush, our thoughts turn to Christmas. Treats are baked, larders filled, and hunts for mistletoe lead to the most delightful results. Children eagerly await Santa Claus and older folks fill their stockings with memories old and new. Finally the day comes with all its joys and celebrations, and even then we still have more to look forward to, for there is still New Year's to come with all its hopes and promises. This delightful collection of Victorian poetry is perfect for cozy winter evenings. Cuddle up by a crackling fire while the snow flurries outside and share these delightful old verses with all your holiday guests, young and old. Compiled and edited by Sarah A. Chrisman, author of the charming Tales of Chetzemoka series as well as This Victorian Life, Victorian Secrets, and others.
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