The following remarkable compilation 1 a
contribution to the San Francisco Times trom
the pen of Mw. H. A. Deming. The reader
will notice that each line is a quotation from
some of the standard authors of England and
America, This is the result of a year's labor.
ous search among the leading poets of the
past and present time,
Why all thus toil for triumphs of an hour?
w Young.
Lite's a short summer, man a flower,
- Dy.
By turns we oatoh tho vital breath and die—
Johnson
— Pope.
The cradle and the tomb, alas! so nigh.
- Prior.
To be, is better than not to be.
— Newell.
Though all man's lite may scam & tragedy;
- Spencer
But light cares speak when mighty griets are
dumb,
The bottom is but shallow whence they come,
w= Radeigh,
Your fate is but the common fate of all;
w Din sell.
- Longfellow
Unmingled joys here to no man belall,
-— Souikwell,
Nature t0 each allots his proper sphere;
— (Congreve,
Fortune makes folly her peculiar care;
- Churchill,
Custom does often reason overrule,
— Rochester.
And throw a cool sunshine on a fool,
—Armairong.
0
Live well; how long or short,
heaven; - Millon.
They who forgive most shall be most torgiven.
- Batley.
Bin may be clasped so close we cannot see
face, — Trench,
Vile intercourse where virtue has no place.
- Spmerville.
permit
its
is
— Thomson.
Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
— Baron.
He rsensual snares let faithless pleasure lay,
-— Smolicil
With eralt and skill to ruin and betray.
- Crabbe.
car aot too high to fall, but stoop to rise;
— Messenger.
We masters grow of all that we despise.
— Cowley.
Then I renounce that impions self-esteem;
— Beattie.
Riches have wings, and grandeur is a dream.
- Cowper,
Think vot ambition wise because "tis brave;
— Davenanl.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
-— Gray.
"Tis a glorious cheat !
- Willis.
Only destructive to the brave and great.
— Addison.
What's all the gandy glitter of a crown?
— Dryden.
The way to bliss lies not on beds of down.
- Quarries.
How long we live, not years bat actions tell;
- Watkins.
That man lives twice who lives the first lif
well. — Herrick.
Make then, while yet we may, your God your
friend,