LITEBABY CUBIOSITr. fMrs. H. A- Denning,

of San Francisco, is said to have

occupied a year in hunting and fitting

together the following thirty-eight

lines from thirty-eight distinguished

poets.] Life. .. Why all this toil for

triumphs of an hour 1 Young. life b a

short summer—man aflower. Dr. Johnston.

By" turns we catch the vitabbraath and

die. Pope. The cradle and the tomb,

alas! too nigh.. Prior. To be is far

better than not to be, Sewell.. Though

all man's life may seem a tragedy.

Spencer. But light cares speak when

mighty griefs are dumb; Daniel. The

bottom is but shallow whence they come.

Sir. W. Raleigh. Tour fate is but the

common fate of all; Longfellow.

Unmingled joys here to no man befalL

Southwell. Nature to each allots his

proper sphere, „ Gotigrevei Fortune

makes folly her peculiar care. • .

ChwrchQl. Custom does often reason

overrule, Armstrong. A" cruel sunshine

on a iooL Rochester. Live well, how long

or short—permit to heaven. Iton. Those

who forgive the most shall be most

forgiven. Baily. Sin may be clasped so

close we cannot see its face; French.

Vile intercourse where virtue has 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

skill—to ruin and betray. Crabbe. Soar

not too high to fall, but stoop to rise,

Messenger. We masters grow of all that

we despise. Cowley. O then remove that

impious self-esteem. Bedttse. Biches

have wings and grandeur is a dream.

Oowper. Think not ambition wise because

tis brave, Devenant. The paths of glory

lead but to the grave. Grey. What is

ambition? 'tis a glorious cheat, Willis.

Only destructive to the brave and great.

Addison. What's all the gaudy glitter of

a crown? Drytlen. The way to bliss lies

not on beds of down. „ J- Quarles. How

long we live not years but actions tell.

The man lives twice who lives the first

bfe^6"^" well. ^derrick. Make then while

yet ye may your God your ™ kjfJi"?-.. ,.

W.Mason, whom C/imstians worship, yet

not comprehend. The truBt that's given

guard, and to yourself oe just. Dana. I;

or live we how we can, yet die we must.

&nafcspeare.