F. For all who swell the pean there, Must sing of sins and faults forgiven. L. The worldling is like the hind wheel of a carriage: always following after the front wheel of happiness, but never reaching it. 13. G. When well-formed features beauty's offspring speak, Are vouchers for the beauty of the mind, You're then in danger-she's a very witch.. L. Of undergoing extinction in drawing-rooms,—of surrendering your divine faculties to wither in lamp-light, and be wafted away in perfume and praise. "Literary Lions." 14. It may be that thou wilt forget thy grief, From sorrows now unknown. Futurity Mrs. S. J. Hale. F. 15. Your days, though few, will pass below You'll 'scape the weariness of life. Byron. Thou must suffer, ere thy spirit Shall attain its highest goal! Light untempered pales the blossom, Life is toil they live, they only, See a mighty end upspringing, Like choice wheat among the tares. They who patience glean from trial, Strength from struggle, hope from pain, F. They twice live-on earth, in heaven- Caroline A. Briggs. 16. 'Tis folly all for us, poor worms, to trace 17. Misfortune does not always wait on vice; Havard. 18. A needless question that, for you to ask, None that you know would undertake the task, 19. G-Take an opportunity of praising her to her most intimate friend, but with a solemn injunction of secrecy. Of course, the friend will infallibly inform her principal, the first moment she sees her, and this is a mode of flattery which always succeeds. Colton. F. L.-'Tis o'er the empire of the heart 20. G-Perhaps this cruel nymph well knows to feign When a blush, or a smile, on that cheek would beguile His heart from its safety with witchery's wile. Then, lady, look kindly, Or frown on him still, He'll yield-to your will; Too tightly you drew the light reins of command, 21. Most fond of the theatre, concert, and ball, In the city or country to roam; Of fashion's loud frolic-of gaiety's hall Of any place, rather than home! F. 22. G.-A nature which has the carbonized tinder of irritability, the nitre of latent passion, and the sulphur of illhumor-all lying in hot neighborhood, and close by a reverberating furnace of fancy. We have here the components of driest gunpowder, ready on occasion of the smallest spark to blaze up! And she finds, too, that sparks are nowhere wanting. Carlyle. L.-He, fairly looking into life's account, He says, Crabbe. A happy man is he; he knows the world, and cares not for it; after many traverses of thought, he is grown to know what he may trust to, and stands equally armed for all events; and he can so frame his thoughts to his estate, that when he hath least he cannot want, because as far from desire as superfluity, for he walks cheerfully the way that God hath chalked, and never wishes it more wide, or more smooth. His strife is ever to redeem, and not to spend time. In spiritual things he is graciously ambitious. He walks ever in the midway betwixt hopes and fears, resolving to fear nothing but God, to hope for nothing but that which he must have. If all the world were his he could be no other than he is, no whit gladder of himself, no whit higher in his carriage, because he knows content. |