A Literary Curiosity.) Why

all this toil for triumphs of. an ]

hour? — Young. I Life's a short summer,

man is but a ! 'flower. — Dr. Johnson. i

By turns we catch the fatal breaths 1

and die^ — Pope. The cradle and the

tomb, alas ! how J nigh . — Prior j To

be is IjeWt'e?' (yjslliTrwI^^o be. —

Though ail ..n$£n 's life niay-.%^3^i a

traged^-tSpe)*oru?i nir, V-' f I I3ut 1

ight \ eases'- spoofo S.WliJn Awi (jhty

griefs afiG'duJiib ; — I )any^ ; »,_ /?

The b{jttoi^«4s' but~ slSaRtfttiV^nence

they come.— Sij;^WaltgK^H€leigh. Thy,

fate is but the common fate of all, —

Longfellow. Unmingled joys lipre to no

man befall ; — Southwell. Nature to each

allots his proper sphere. — Congrcve.

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 per^ .rMits to

h-uiyen.— -Milton. . .. They whb jorgive

most sSalnje most 'forgiwm. — fiailey.

Soar not to high to fall, but stoop to

rise ; — Mnesinger. We masters grow of

all that we despise . — C ro wley . Oh,

then, renounce that unpious self

esleeni.— Beattio. Riches have wings and

grandurc is a dream, — Cowper. Think not

ambition wise because 'tis brave, —

Davenant . The paths of glory lead but

to the grave. — Gray. What's all the

gaudy glitter of a crown ? — Pryden. The

way to bliss lies not on beds of down. —

Quartos. How long we live, not years but

actions tell ; — Vfatkins. 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 now how we may, yet die we must. —

Shakespeare. Copied from 'Everybody's

Book of Jokes,' by H. G. Morrison.