LIFE. Why all

this toil, the triumphs of an Young.

hour ? life's a short summer—man a

flower. Dr. Johnson. Bv turns we catch

the vital breath and die. J Pope. The

cradle and the tomb, alas! too nigh.

Prior. Your fate is but the common fate

of all. Longfellow. Unmingled ioys here

to no man befall. ° Southwell. Sin may

be clasped so close you cannot see its

face. French. Vile intercourse where

virtue has no place. Somerville. Her

senBual snares let faithless pleasure

Smollett. lay. With craft and skill to

ruin and betray. Crabbe. Soar not too

high to fall, but stoop to rise We

masters grow of all that we despise

Cowley. Oh, then, remove that impious

self-esteem. Seattie. Riches have wings,

and grandeur is a dream. Coioper. Think

not ambition wise because 'tis brave.

Davenant. Thepaths of glory lead but to

the grave,—(Gray. What is ambition ? Tis

a glorious cheat. Willis. Only

destruction on the brave and S™ 8^^^ How

long we live, not years but

aetions^tell.^ The man lives twice who

lives the first Mcrrick life well