The following composite poem 1b 1

made up of lines from more than .30

different authors, ingenbusly woven in-'

to connected couplets. As will he' seen,

it includes lihet? from Shakespeare,

Herrlck, Milton, Dryden, Pope, Congrave,

Quarles, Young, Crabbe, Grey, Addison,

'Cowper, Byron, Longfellow, and a score

of other poets more or less famous. The

compiler, Mrs. H. A. Deming, of San

Francisco, has affixed to it the title'

'Life.'.' LIFE. Why all this toil for

triumph of an hour. — Young. Life'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, how nigh. — Prior. To be

Ib better than not to be, — Sewell.

Though all man's life may seem a

tragedy; — Spencer. But light cares

speak when mighty griefs aTe dumb. —

Daniel. The botom is but shallow whence

they come — Raleigh. Thy fate is the

common fate of all; — Longfellow.

Unmingled joys no man befall; —

-Southwell. Nature to each allots his

proper sphere — Congreve Fortune makes

folly her peculiar care. —Churchill..

Custom does not reason overrule, —

Rochester. And throw a cruel sunshine on

a fool. —Armstrong. IJve well; how long

or short permit to heaven. '' — Milton.

They who forgive most shall be most

xorgiven — Bailey. Sin may be clasped so

close We may not see its face. — French.

Vile intercourse where virtue has no

place. — Somerville. Then keep each

passion down however dear. — Thompson.

Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear!

— Byron. Her sensual snares let

faithless pleasure lay, -^Smollet. With

craft and skill 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. Rtoh&e hotra

wincre qtiA cnKlTlfloiir la U dream —

Cowper. Think not ambition wise because

'tis brave, — Davenant. The paths of

glory lead but to the grave; — Gray.

What Is ambition? 'Tis a glorious cheat,

— Willis. Only destructive to the brave

and great, — Addison. What's all the

guady glitter of a crown? — Dryden. The

way to bliss lies not on beds of down. —

Q vir'. -.s. How long we live, not

years, but actions tell; — Watkins. That

man lives twice who lives the first life

well. — Herrick: Make then, while you

may, your God, younr friend. — W. Mason.

Whom Christians worship, yet not

comprehend. — Hill. The trust that's

gjven guard, and to yourself be just, —

Dana. For life we how we may yet die we

must — Shakespeare.