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Prayer goeth on in sleep, as true

And pauseless as the pulses do.
E. B. Browning: The Lady of the Brown

Rosary, Second Part.

Yet a little sleep, a little slumber,

A little folding of the hands to sleep. -Proverbs., Chap. VI., ver. 10, Ibid., Chap.

XXIV., ver. 33.

Tir'd Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep,
He, like the world, his ready visit pays
Where fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes;
Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe,
And lights on lids unsully'd with a tear.

Young Night Thoughts, Night I., line 1.

No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure

meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.

-Byron. Childe Harold, Can. III., XXII.

GEMS IN THEIR SETTING.

How oft a gem of thought is found astray,
The utterance of some soul long passed away,
A priceless jewel from the setting gone,
A ray of sunlight stolen from the dawn.
It is a comfort when at last we find
Its home and birth-place in a master mind.

-J. C. H.

Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.

- Tennyson. In Memoriam, XXXII.

Her feet beneath her petticoat
Like little mice stole in and out,

As if they feared the light;
But oh ! she dances such a way,
No sun upon an Easter-day

Is half so fine a sight.
-Sir John Suckling. Ballad on a

Wedding

Soft words, with nothing in them, make a song.

Waller. To Mr. Creech.

Breathes there a man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself has said,

This is my own, my native land ?
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn’d,
From wandering on a foreign strand ?
Sir W. Scott. The Lay of the Last

Minstrel, Can. ., 1.

No quality will get a man more friends than a disposition to admire the qualities of others. -Boswell. Life of Johnson, Fitzgerald's

Ed., Vol. II., p. 22. Our life is but a dark and stormy night, To which sense yields a weak and glimmering

light, While wandering man thinks he discerneth all By that which makes him but mistake and fall. -Lord Herbert of Cherbury. To his Mis.

tress, for her True Picture.
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on;
And doves will peck, in safeguard of their brood.
-Shakspere. Henry VI. Pt. III. (Clifford),

Act II., $c. II.
My soul is an enchanted boat,

Which like a sleeping swan doth float
Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing ;

And thine doth like an angel sit

Beside the helm conducting it, Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing. -Shelley. Prometheus Unbound (Asia),

Act II., Sc. V

GEMS IN THEIR SETTING.

How oft a gem of thought is found astray,
The utterance of some soul long passed away,
A priceless jewel from the setting gone,
A ray of sunlight stolen from the dawn.
It is a comfort when at last we find
Its home and birth-place in a master mind.

-J. C. H.

Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.
- Tennyson. In Memoriam, XXXII.

Her feet beneath her petticoat
Like little mice stole in and out,

As if they feared the light;
But oh ! she dances such a way,
No sun upon an Easter-day

Is half so fine a sight.
-Sir John Suckling. Ballad on a

Wedding

Soft words, with nothing in them, make a song.

-Waller, To Mr. Creech.

Breathes there a man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself has said,

This is my own, my native land ?
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn’d,

From wandering on a foreign strand ?
-Sir W. Scott. The Lay of the Last

Minstrel, Can. VI., I.

No quality will get a man more friends than a disposition to admire the qualities of others. -Boswell. Life of Johnson, Fitzgerald's

Ed., Vol. II., p. 22. Our life is but a dark and stormy night, To which sense yields a weak and glimmering

light, While wandering man thinks he discerneth all By that which makes him but mistake and fall. -Lord Herbert of Cherbury. To his Mise

tress, for her True Picture.
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on;
And doves will peck, in safeguard of their brood.
--Shakspere. Henry VI., Pt. III. (Clifford),

Act II., $c. II.
My soul is an enchanted boat,

Which like a sleeping swan doth float
Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing ;

And thine doth like an angel sit

Beside the helm conducting it, Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing. -Shelley. Prometheus Unbound (Asia),

Act II., Sc. V

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