a

whole year in searching for, and fitting

the following thirty-eight lines from

English and American poets. The whole

reads as if written at one time and by

one author : — LIFE. Why all this toil

for triumphs of an hour ? — Young.

Tiifft's a short summer : man is but a

flower. — Dr. Johnson. By turns we catch

the fatal breath and die. — Pope. The

cradle and the tomb, alas ! so nigh. —

Prior. To be is better than not to be. —

Sewell. Though all man's life may seem a

tragedy. — Spencer. But light cares

speak when mighty griefs are dumb. —

Daniel. The bottom is but shallow whence

they come. —Sir Walter Scott. Your fate

but the common fate of all. —

Longfellow. Unmingled joys here do no

man befall. — Southwell. Nature to each

allots its proper sphere. — Congreve.

Fortune makes follies her peculiar care.

—Churchill. Custom does often reason

overrule. - ? . — Rochester. And throw a

cruel sunshine on a fool. —Armstrong.

Live well — how long or short permit to

heaven. — Milton. They who forget most

shall be most forgiven. — Bailey. Sin

may be clasped so close we cannot see

its face. — French. Vile intercourse

where virtue has no place. — Somerville.

Then keep such passions down, however

dear. — Thompson. Thou pendulum betwixt

a smile and a tear. —Byron. Her senstlal

snares let faithless pleasures lay. —

Smollet. With craft and skill to ruin

and betray. — Crabbe. Soar not too

liigli to fall, but stoop to rise. —

Massinger. We masters grow of all that

we despise. — Crowley. Oh, then,

renounce that impious self-esteem. —

Beattie. Riches have wings, and grandeur

is a dream. — Cowper. Think not ambition

wise because 'tis brave. — Sir Walter

Davenant. The paths of glory lead but to

the grave. —Gray. What is ambition ?

'Tis a glorious cheat. —Willie. Only

destruction to the brave and great. —

Addison. What's all the gaudy glitter of

a crown ? — Dryden. The way to bliss

lies not on beds of down. — Francis

Quarles. How long we live, not years,

but actions tell. — Watkins. That man

lives twice who lives the first life

well. — Herrick. Make then, while yet ye

may, your God your friend. ? — Herrick.

Whom Christians worship, vet not

comprehend. 1 ' —Hill. The trust that

given guard, and to yourself be just. —

Dana. For, live how we may, yet die we

must. — Shakespeare.