LIFE. (A littlo poem by eight irreat

Ken.) Why all this toil for triumphs of

in hour? — Young. Life's a short summer;

man is but a, flower. — Dr. Johnson. By

turns wo catch tho fatal breath and dio.

— Pope Tho cradlo and tho tomb, alas,

how nigh I — Prior How long wo live, not

years but actions toll. — Watluns. The

man lives twice, who lives tho first

lifo woll. — Horrick. The trust that's

givon, guard, and to yourself bo just. —

Dans. For live wo how wo may, yet dio wo

muyi — Shakospearo.