The following

composite poem is made up o£ lines from

more than thirty diiferent authors,

ingenuously woven into connocted

couplets. As will be seen, it includes

lines from Shakespeare, Herrick, Milton,

Dryden, Pope, Congrove, Queries, Young,

Crabbe, Gray, Addison, Cowper, Bvinn.

Lonofellow. and a score of other noets

more or less famous. The compiler, Mrs.

II. A. Deming, of San Francisco, has

affixed to it the title 'Life.' LIFE.

Why all this toil for triumphs of nn

hour? — Youug. Life's a short summer—

man is but a flower. Dr. Johnson. By

turns we catch the fatal breath and die;

— Pope. The cradlo and the tomb, alas,

how nigh.! . — Prior. To be is better

far than not to be, — Sowoll. 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 whenco thoy come.

— Raleigh. Thy fate is the common fate

of all; —Longfellow. Unmingled joys no

man befall ; —Southwell. Nature to each

allots his proper sphere. —Congrove.

Fortune makes folly her peculiar care.

—Churchill. Custom, does not reason

overrule, — Rochester. And throw a cruel

sunshine on a fool, — Armstrong. Live

well; how long or short permit to

heaven. — Milton. Thoy who forgive most

shall bo most forgiven. — Bniloy. Sin

may be clasped so close wo may not see

its face, — Fronoli. 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, —

Smollot. With craft nnd skill to ruin

ond betray; — Crabbe. Soar not too high

to fall, but stoop to rise ; —

Mnssinger. Wo masters grow of all that

wo despise. —Crowley. Oh, then, renounce

that impious self-esteem; — Beuttio.

Riches have wings, and grandeur is a

dream. — Cowper. Think not ambition wise

because 'tis brave, — Davenant. Tho

paths of glory lead but to tho grave; —

Gray. What is ambition? 'Pis a glorious

cheat, -Willis. Only destructive to the

brave and great. — Addison. What's all

the gaudy glitter of a crown? —Dryden.

Tho way to bliss lies not on beds of

down. TT — Quarle9. How long wo live,

not years, but actions toll ; — Watkins.

That man lives twice who lives tho first

life woll. . . —Herrick. Make then,

while ye may, your God yo.iir friond, ,

. —Wm. Mason. Whom ..Christians worship,

yet not comprehend. —Hill. Tho trust

that's given, guard, and to yourself ho

? ? just,' . ? ' ? ' . ? ? — Dana. 1' or

live we how wo. may, yoti die we must.