A lady occupied a whole year in
searching for and fitting the follow
ing lines from English and American
poets The whole reads almost as
if written at one time and by one
author 4
LIFE
Why all this toil for triumphs of an
hour T Young
Life s a snort summer—man is but a
1 flower Dr Johnson
By turns we catch the fatal breath and
die Pope
The cradle and the tonnib alas so nigh
Priot
To be is better tar than not to be L ewe l
Though all man s life may seem a tragedy
Spencer
But light cares speak when mighty griefs
are dumb— Drulel
The bottom is but shallow whence they
come Sir Walter Raleigh
Your fate is but the common tate of all
Longfellow
Unmingled joys here to no man betall
Southwell
Nature to each allots his proper sphere
Congreve
Fortune makes folly her peculiar care
Churchill
Custom does often reason over ru e
Rochester
And throw a cruel unshine 011 a fool
it Armstrong
Live well—how long or short permit to
heaven j Milton
They who forgive m at shall be most for-
given Bailey
Sin may be clasped si close we cannot see
Its face French
Jile intercourse where virtue vhas no
place Somerville
Then keep each passion down however
dear Thompson
Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear
Byron
Her sensual snares let faithless pleasures
lay Smollett
With craft and sklll to ruin and betray
f Crabbe
Soar not too nigh to fall but stoop to rise
M ssinger
We masters grow of all that we dc sptse
Crowley
Oh then jrenounce that impious seif
esteem Beattie
Riches have wings and erandeur is a
dream j Cowper
Think not ambition wise because tis
brave Sir Walter Davenaut
The paths ot glory lead but to the grave Gray
What Is ambition Tis a glorious cheat
Willis
Only destructive to the brave and great
T Addison
What is all the gaudy glitter of a crown
Dtyden
The way to bliss lies not on bed« of down
F Quarles
How lojig we live not years but actions
tell Watkins
That man lives twice who lives the first
lite well Herrick
Make thoii while yet ye may your God
your friend Mason
Whom christians worship yet not compre
hend • JiffU
J 4 JM lI i atTgTveh guard and to your-
self be just Dana
For live howe er we may yet die we must
Shakespeare