HERE AND THERE. LIFE (A little poem by

cipht great men.) Why nil this toil fot

triumphs of an hour? — Young Life'o o

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 How long

we live, not years but actions tell. —

Watkms . The man lives twice who lives

the first life well. — Herrick The trust

that's given, guard, and to yourself be

just. — Dana. For live we how we may,

yet die we must. — Shakespeare.