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A lady occupied a wl.ole year in starching

for aud Attiug ths foUowiug 'thirty-eight lines

from Fnglish and Ameriean potmv The

whole reads as if it ha.l been writteu at one

time and by oue author:

• -LIFE. - - ~~

Why all this toll for the ti iumphs of an hour?

—Young.

Lift's short summer-man is but a fl >Wvsr;

—Dr. Jolinson.

By turns we catch the Altai tH - euth and die.

—Pope.

The cradle and the tomb, alas! so r.igh.

Pricr

To be is better far than not to be.

—Sewell.

Though all man's life may seem a trag dy;

» —Spencer.

But light cares speak whe;a mighty grief is

dumb;

- —Daniel.

The bo» ton* is - but sliart >w whencb they come.

—Sir Walfler Ralph.

Your fate"is Kit the common fate of aU;

—Longfellow.

Umnhngli'd l joys here no man befall

—Sbuftiweli.

Nature to each allots his proper ephere

. ' —Congpcve.

Fbrtunte malies folly her peculiar care; I

Churthill.' ,

Custom dot* often reason overrule. ,

--Rochester. -

A-nd l throw a cruel sun. bine on a fool.

—Armstrong.

Lke well—how king or short permit to heaven.

Those who forgive most shall be most forgiven,

—Bailey.

Sin may ba so- cl jsc we can not see its

tiice—•

—Frinch.

Vile intercourse wherff virtuo has no pface.

—Somt rville-

Then keep each passion however deal,

—'Thompson.

' Thou pcudlum betwixt a smile an*

, - t —Byron,

Her sensual snares let faithless pleasure lay,

—Smollet.

With craft and skill to ruin and betray.

—Crabbe,

Soar not too high to fall; but stoop to rise;

H'e m ister grow of all that we despise.

—Crowley.

Oh, then, ronoince that impious self-eeteem;

—Beuttie.

Riches have wings, and grandeur is a dream.

—Cowper.

Think not ambition wise because 'fls brave.

—Sir William Davenport

The paths of g'ory lead but to the grave.

—Gray.

What ie ambition? 'Tie-but agloiious cWI

.r-Willis.

OUy destructive to the brave and great.

—A4disoo.

. What's all the gaudy glitter of a ciown?

| —Dryden.

(The way to bliss lies not onbeds of do'vn.

' —Francis Quarics.

locg. vre lWe not years, but actions tell; ,

, Watkiue,

man lives tirite who lives- the flist life

well.

I —Herrlclh

'Make. then; wlitte' yet? you' may, your G.d

your friend.

—Wm. jMason.

Whom Chils:i : ins w'orshi- 1 ), yefr not compre­

hend.

—Hill.

The trust fiat's given guard', and' to yourself ba

just;

—Dana.

For live we how we may, yet die we must.

—Shakespeare.