is Life. A lady of San Francisco is
said to have occupied several months in
hunting up and fitting together the
following thirty-eight lines from
English poets. The names of tho authors
are given with each line. Why all this
toll lor triumph of an hour ?- Young
Life's a short summer, man a flower ;-
Dr. Johnson By turn we catoh the vital
breach and die -.-Pope The table and the
tomb, alas! so nigh.-Prior .To be Is
fairer than not to bo,-Sewell Though a'l
man's life may seem a tragedy.-'¡pemer
But light cores speak when mighty griefs
are dumb -.-Daniel The bottom is
butehollow Whence they come.-It ¡leigh
Your fate Is but the common fate of
all.-Longfellow Unmingled joys here to
no man befall.-Southwell Mature to euch
allots his proper sphere.-Congrevs
Fortune mokes folly her peculiar care
-Churchill Custom does not Reason
overrule,-troehtster And throws a cruel
sunshine on a fool-Armstrong Live weil ;
how long or short, permit to Heaven
5-Hilton Those who forgave most shall be
forgiven.-Batten Stn may be clasped so
oloae we cannot see Its face ;-trench
Vile intercourse where virtue has not
place -Somerville Then keep each pajelon
down, however dear.-Ihomson Thou
pcndulnm betwixt a smile and tear
.-Byron Hyr eenBual snares let Pleasure
lay,-Smollett with craft and'skill, to
ruin and betray.-Crabbe Soar not too
high to fail, but stoop to rise
;-Massinger > We masters grow ol all
that we despise.-Cowle» Oh, then,
renounce that impious self-esteem
;-Beattie Riches have wings and grandeur
is a dream.-Cooper Think not ambition
wise because 'tis brave -.-Davenant The
paths of glory lead but to the grave
-Qrav What Is ambition ? 'Tis a glorious
cheat,- Willis Only destruction to the
brave and great-Addison What's all the
gaudy glitter ot a crown ?-Dryden The
way to bliss lies not on beds of down-
Quartes How long we live, not years, but
actions tell ;- WntlHn» The man lives
twloe who lives the first life
well.-Bcrricl: Make, then, while yet ye
may, your God your friend,-Mason Whom
Christians worship, yet not
comprehend,-Hill The trust that's giren,
guard ; and to yourself be just ; For
live how we can, die we
must.-Shakspeare