A Literary Curiosity. The followiqg

literary cu.rib*tyy wjjl&ear'

reproduction, although old," having

'"been originally published in San

^tjuhcisco about twenty years ago. The

poem Was compiled by .a San Francisco

lady, Mrs.-H. A, Deming, eaoh line being

a quotation from the works qf the author

named.: . life; Why all 'this toil for

triumphs'-of ah hour ? —Young. Life's a

short summer, man a flaweri—Dr. Johnson.

'••••'. ' •••'• By turns we oatoh the

vitKlbreath, and die —Pope. The cradle

and the tomb, slae, so nigh. — . Prior.

To be is better far than not to

be.:—Sewil. Though all man's life may

seem a tragedy; —Spenser, But light

cares speak when mighty griefs are

dumb,—Daniell. The bottom is but shallow

whence they comc.—Sir Walter Raleigh.

Your'fate is but the common fato of all

;— Longfellow. Unmiugied joys here to no

man befall.— Southwell, Nature. t$>

pacli allots his proper sphere tXngrtve.

Fortune • mikes folly her peculiar7

care;-;—. CKuj-cKill, Custom elo6s

often' reason overrule,—Roches- '■ ■ ■ ~

ter. ■ '■' '• ■ And throw kernel

sunshine'on-a fool.— Armstring. .

Livei:well j :how long .or short,,

'.permit to_ . :Hcaven^—Milton. ; They'

wjiq forgive "m&St 6h'aU''be.ino6#fot-'

givets.^illaileji. •' . "' Sin may .be

skspeii.BO close that we cannot . ,, See

its f4$err*Freitch. • ■ ' . : Vile

intercourse where virtue has no,place...

—So'nennllc. ." , Then beep.each passion

down, however dear u —-Thompson. '

Thou'peiidulum betwixtWsmile and tear.T—

Byron. ' ' . y 1 ' Her sensual snares

let faithless pleasure lay ; —Smollett.

With craft and skill, to ruin and

Betray; —Crabhei Soar not too high, to

fall, but stoop-to rise, —htassinger»■ .

We masters grow of all that we despise.—

Cowley. 0, then, I renounce that impious

self Esteem ; —Beat tie, Ilichea have

wings, and granduer is.a dream. Ct/wper.

, Think not amhition wise because 'tis

brave, —Sir Walter Davcnent. The paths

of glory lead but to the grave.— Gray.

What is ambition ? 'Tie a glorioiiB

cheat 1 — Willis. ' Only destructive to

the brave and.great.— Addison. What's

all the gaudy glitter of a crown ?—

Dnjden. The way to bliss lies not on

beds of down. —Francis Quarles. How long

we Jive, not years, but actions tell

;—Wat kins. The man liveB twice who

lives the first life well.—Herrick.

Hake, then, while yet you may, your God

your friend,— William Mason. Whom

Christians worship, yet not conopre '

hend.—Hiil. The trust that's given

guard, and to your self be just ;—Dana.

■ ' ' For, live we how we can, yet die

we must. —Shakespeare