LIFE (A Literary Curiosity, compiled by

the late Mrs. H. A. Deming.) Why all

this toil for triumphs of an hour ?

—Young. Life's a short summer, man a

flower. —Dr. Johnson. By turns we catch

the vital breath, and die— —Pope. The

cradle and the tomb, alas, so nigh,

—Prior. To be is better far than not to

be, —SeweL Though all man's life may

seem a tra gedy; - Spenser. But ligii

cares speak when, mighty griefs are

dumb, . —Daniell. The bottom is but

shallow -whence they come. —Sir Walter

Raleigh. Your faie is bnt the common

fate of all; —Longfellow.; Unmingled

joys here to no man befalL —Southwell.

Nature to each allots his proper sphere;

—Congreve. Fortune makes folly 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 forgive most shall be most for

given. —Bailey. Sin may be clasped so

close that we cannot see its face;

—Trench. Vile intercourse where virtue

has no place. " —Somerville. Then keep

each passion down, however dear;

—Thompson. Thou pendulum betwixt a smile

and tear. —Byron. Hef sensual snares lei

faithless plea sures lay; —Smollett.

With craft and skill, to ruin and betray

—Crabbe. SoaT not too high to fall, but

stoop to rise, —Massinger. We masters

grow of all thait we despise. —Cowley.

Oh, then, I 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!

—Willis. Only destructive to the brave

and great. —Addison. What's all the

gaudy glitter of & crown? —Dryden. The

way to bliss lies not on beds of down.

—Francis Quarles. How long we live, not

years, but actions tell; —Watkins. The

man lives twice who lives the first life

welL —Herrick. Make, then, while yet yon

may, your God your friend, —William

Mason. Whom ^Christians worship, yet not

'com prehend! " __ —Hill. The trust

that's given guard, and to* your self be

just; —©ana. For, live we how we can,

yet die we must. —Shakspeare.