64 AUTUMN-SPRING-WINTER, &c. 18. The dead leaves strew the forest walk, 19. The world leads round the seasons in a choir, 20. The gentle gales of Spring went by, And fruits and flowers of summer die; J. BRAINARD. J. G. PERCIVAL. GOODRICH. 21. What scenes of delight, what sweet visions she brings Of fair sunny glades where the buttercup springs, MRS. A. B. WELBY. 22. The bleak wind whistles-snow-showers, far and near, 23. Hark! through the dim woods dying With a moan, Faintly the winds are sighing; Summer's gone! MRS. NORTON. MRS. NORTON. 24. First budding Spring appears, next Summer's heat, Then Autumn's fruits, then Winter's cold and sleet. J. T. WATSON. 25. Then rugged Winter his appearance makes, Cloth'd in his cheerless robes of snow and frost, And vegetation all the land forsakes, And flowers decay, and all Spring's fruits are lost. J. T. WATSON. 1. AVARICE-BRIBERY-MISER. Shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes? 2. The miser lives alone, abhorr'd by all, Like a disease, yet cannot so be 'scaped, SHAKSPEARE. But, canker-like, eats through the poor men's hearts 3. Of Age's avarice I cannot see What colour, ground, or reason there can be; But Age scarce sows, ere death stands by to reap, 4. Who thinketh to buy villany with gold, Shall ever find such faith so bought-so sold. MAY. DENHAM. 6* MARSTON. 5. But the base miser starves amidst his store, Broods o'er his gold, and griping still at more, Sits sadly pining, and believes he's poor. 6. The lust of gold, unfeeling and remorselessThe last corruption of degenerate man. DRYDEN DR. JOHNSON's Irene, 7. 'Tis strange the miser should his care employ To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy. POPE'S Moral Essays. 8. Their crimes on gold shall misers lay GAY's Fables. 9. Oh cursed lust of gold! when for thy sake BLAIR'S Grave. 10. Who, lord of millions, trembles for his store, 11. DR. WOLCOT's Peter Pindar. The love of gold, that meanest rage, 12. Oh gold! why call we misers miserable? Theirs is the pleasure that can never pall; MOORE. BYRON'S Don Juan. 13. 14. Sound him with gold; "T will sink into his venal soul like lead A thirst for gold, The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm BYRON. BYRON'S Vision of Judgment. 15. Who loves no music but the dollar's clink. SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. 16. The kindly throbs that other men control, SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. 17. And he, across whose brain scarce dares to creep Aught but thrift's parent pair-to get-to keep. 18. Mammon's close-link'd bonds have bound him, Though heaven's waters gush'd around him, BALL-DANCING, &c. 1. Come and trip it as you you go 2. MRS. S. J. HALE. On the light fantastic toe. Methought it was the sound. Of riot and ill-managed merriment, Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds. MILTON. MILTON'S Comus. 68 BALL-DANCING, &c. 3. Yet is there one, the most delightful kind, And whirl themselves with strict embracements round. 4. Alike all ages; dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze; DAVIES. GOLDSMITH'S Traveller. 5. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when BYRON'S Childe Harold. 6. On with the dance! let joy be unconfined! BYRON'S Childe Harold. 7. The long carousal shakes th' illumined hall; BYRON'S Lara. 8. The music, and the banquet, and the wine,— |