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22. The young! Oh! what should wandering fancy bring,
In life's first spring-time, but the thoughts of spring?—
World without winter, blooming amaranth bowers,
Garlands of brightness, wreath'd from changeless flowers?
MRS. NORTON's Dream.

23. It lay upon its mother's breast, a thing

Bright as a dew-drop when it first descends,
Or as the plumage of an angel's wing,
Where every tint of rainbow beauty blends.

MRS. A. B. WELBY.

24. I sported in my tender mother's arms,
I rode a-horseback on my father's knee;
Alike were sorrows, passions and alarms,
And gold, and Greek, and love, unknown to me.
LONGFELLOW-From the Danish.

25. Oh! what a world of beauty fades away
With the wing'd hours of youth!

26. Our early days!-How often back

We turn on life's bewildering track
To where, o'er hill and valley, plays
The sunlight of our early days!

DAWES' Geraldine.

W. D. GALLAGHER.

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Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms,
Such as will enter at a lady's ear,

And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?

2. I do not think a braver gentleman,

More active-valiant, or more valiant-young,
More daring, or more noble, is now alive,
Το grace this latter age with noble deeds.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

3. Could deeds my heart discover, Could valour gain your charms, I'd prove myself a lover

Against a world in arms.

4. A form more active, light and strong,
Ne'er shot the ranks of war along;

The modest, yet the manly mien,
Might grace the court of maiden queen.

CHURCH - CLERGY, &c.

1. Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven,
Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
And recks not his own road.

2. He could raise scruples dark and nice, And, after, solve 'em in a trice;

As if divinity had catch'd

The itch on purpose to be scratch'd.

Old Song.

SCOTT.

SHAKSPEARE.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

3. The proud he tam'd, the penitent he cheer'd,
Nor to rebuke the rich offender fear'd;

His preaching much, but more his practice wrought
A living sermon of the truths he taught.

4. At church with meek and unaffected grace,
His looks adorn'd the venerable place;
Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway,
And fools, who came to scoff, remain❜d to pray.

DRYDEN.

GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village.

5. Such vast impressions did his sermons make, He always kept his flock awake.

DR. WOLCOT's Peter Pindar.

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6. I venerate the man whose heart is warm,

Whose hands are pure, whose doctrines and whose life
Coincident, exhibit lucid proof

That he is honest in the sacred cause.

7. Some go to church just for a walk,
Some go there to laugh and talk,
Some go there the time to spend,
Some go there to meet a friend,
Some go to learn the parson's name,
Some go there to wound his fame,
Some go there for speculation,
Some go there for observation,

Some go there to doze and nod,
But few go there to worship God.

COWPER'S Task.

CIGAR-SMOKING.

1. In mind compos'd, he sucks: thick curling clouds
Of smoke around his reeking temples play.
Joyous he sits, and, impotent of thought,
Puffs away care and sorrow from his heart.

2. Thy quiet spirit lulls the lab'ring brain,

SOMERVILE

Lures back to thought the flights of vacant mirth;
Consoles the mourner, soothes the couch of pain,
And breathes contentment round the humble hearth;
While savage warriors, soften'd by thy breath,
Unbind the captive Hate had doom'd to death.

3. Yes, social friend, I love thee well,

REV. WALTER COLTON

In learned doctors' spite;
Thy clouds all other clouds dispel,
And lap me in delight.

CHARLES SPRAGUE.

4. Farewell! I've yet one solace left, which cheers my lonely

hearth,

And in that thought a thousand hopes are springing into

birth:

How beautiful the vision comes, amidst life's gathʼring

cares,

In shape-a champagne bottle, and a box of fine cigars! J. C. M'CABE.

CLERGY. (See CHURCH.)

CLOUDS-STORM-WEATHER, &c.

1. The clouds consign their treasures to the fields,
And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool
Prelusive drops, let all their moisture flow,
In large effusion o'er the freshen'd world.

2.

3.

Oh night,

THOMSON'S Seasons.

And storm, and darkness! ye are wondrous strong,

Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light

Of a dark eye in woman. Far along

From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, Leaps the live thunder.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

How the giant element,

From rock to rock, leaps with delirious bound!

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

4. The storm howl'd madly o'er the sea,
The clouds their thunder anthems sang,

And billows, rolling fearfully,

In concert with the whirlwind rang.

REV. J. N. MAFFIT.

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COMPANY-COMPASSION - CONCEALMENT, &c.

5. How calm, how beautiful comes on

The stilly hour, when storms are gone;
When warring winds have died away,
And clouds, beneath the glancing ray,
Melt off, and leave the land and sea
Sleeping in bright tranquillity!

MOORE'S Lalla Rookh.

6. In pomp transcendant, rob'd in heav'nly dyes, Arch'd the clear rainbow round the orient skies.

7. Far on the utmost verge of that huge dome, Which rears its ether arch above the world.

DR. DWIGHT.

T. D. ENGLISH.

8. The sky grew darker. Soon came booming on
The deep-voic'd thunder, whilst at distance roll'd
The wild winds' dirge-like, and yet tempest tone;
And lightning's evanescent sheets of gold
Burst, in their anger, from the cloud's huge fold.
T. D. ENGLISH.

9.

The wintry blast,
With sound terrific, rushes wildly past.

COMPANY. (See ASSOCIATES.)

COMPASSION. (See FORGIVENESS.)

CONCEALMENT-SECRESY.

1. A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon

Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon.

SHAKSPEARE.

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