A Literary Cariosity. LIFE, -Why all

this toil for the triumph of an hour?

-Dr. Young: Life's a short summer-man is

but the flower.. -Dr. Johnson. By turns

we catch .the fatal breath and die;

-Bow. The cradle and the tomb, alas 1

how nigh. -Prior. To be is better far

than not to be, -SewelL Though all man's

life may seem a tragedy. -Spencer. -

Light cares speak when heavy griefs are

dumb. -Daniel1. ..." The bottom is but

shallow whence they come. -Sir W.

Raleigh. Thy fate it is the common fate

of all; -Longfellow. Unmingled joy here

no man befall ' -Southwell, Custom does

not reason, overrule. Eoehester. ? Ana

throw a cruel sunshine on a 100L

-Armstrong. Live well,-how long or short

permit to heaven. -Milton. They who

forgive most shall be most forgiven; -

Bailey. - Sin may bo clasped so close we

cannot see its fall. -French. Vile

intercourse where virtue has no place. ;

. -Somerville. Then'keep each passion

down, however dear; * -Thompson. Thr.u

pendulum betwixt a smile and tear: .

-Byron. Her senusal snare let faithless

pleasure lay. -Smollett. : With, craft

and tskill to ruin and betray. -Crabbe.

Soar' not too high to fall, but stoop to

rise. -Massinger. We, masters grow of

all that we despise. -Crowley. Oh, then

renounce that impious selfesteem ;

-Beattie. Riches have wings, and

grandeur is a dream. . -Cowper. Think

not ambition wise because 'tis brave. "

-Sir Wm. Davenport The pathe of glory

lead but to the grave; " -Gray. What is.

ambition? TRs a glorious cheat -Willis.

Only, destructive to the brave and

great! . ' -Addison. W hat's all the

gaudy glitter of a crown r ? -Drydeo.

.The way to bliss lies not on beds of .

down. -Frances Quarlea. How long we

live, not years but, actions tel£

-Witkins. That man lives twice who lives

his first life- well. -Hemck. Make,

then, while ye may your Geld vcur

friend; . -Wm. Mason. Whom Christians

worship, yet nftt comprehend. -Hill. Tne

trust- that's given, guard; to yourself

be just. -Dana. ?For live we how we may,

yet, die we roust -Shakespeare. (Mosaic

formed of lines from English and

American poets, by Mrs. Deming.