5. Sir Henry Havelock, 1795.

This way, men are men,

No difference! best and worst, they love their boys
After one fashion; wealth they differ in-
Some have it, others not: but each and all
Combine to form the children-loving race.

HERAKLES.

6. Raphael born, 1483; died, 1520. Was there nought better than to enjoy ? No feat which done, should make time break, And let us pent-up creatures through

Into eternity, our due?

No forcing earth teach heaven's employ?

No grasping at love, gaining a share

O' the sole spark from God's life at strife
With death, so, sure of range above
The limits here? For us and love
Failure; but, when God fails, despair.

DIS ALITER VISIUM.

7. William Wordsworth, 1770.

Into the truth of things

Out of their falseness rise, and reach thou and re

main!

FIFINE AT THE FAIR.

8. George Washington Greene, 1811.

Oh, to be in England

Now that April 's there,

And whoever wakes in England

Sees, some morning, unaware,

That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England - now! HOME THOUGHTS FROM ABROAD.

9. Adelina Patti, 1843.

All is best, believe,

And we best as no other than we are.

IN A BALCONY.

10. Hortense de Beauharnais, 1783.

Never again elude the choice of tints!
White shall not neutralize the black, nor good
Compensate bad in man, absolve him so :
Life's business being just the terrible choice.

THE RING AND THE BOOK.

11. Edward Everett, 1794.

Mere largeness in a life is something, sure,
Enough to care about and struggle for.

COLOMBE'S BIRTHDAY.

12. Henry Clay, 1777.

Had I no experience how a lip's mere tremble, Look's half hesitation, cheek's just change of color, These effect a heartquake, how should I con

ceive

What a heaven there may be ? Let it but resemble Earth myself have known! No bliss that's finer, fuller,

Only - bliss that lasts, they say, and fain would I

believe.

FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.

13. Thomas Wentworth, Earl of Strafford, 1593.

hurts

So absolutely good is truth, truth never The teller, whose worst crime gets somehow grace avowed.

FIFINE AT THE FAIR.

14. Lincoln assassinated, 1865.

Fool not thus

In practising with life and its delights!
Enjoy the present gift, nor wait to know
The unknowable — Enough to say "I feel
Love's sure effect, and being loved, must love
The love its cause behind - I can and do"!

FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.

15. Louis Adolph Thiers, 1797.

Knowledge means

Ever-renewed assurance by defeat

That victory is somehow still to reach :
But love is victory, the prize itself;

Love trust to! Be rewarded for the trust
In trust's mere act. In love success is sure,
Attainment -no delusion · - whatsoe❜er

The prize be apprehended as a prize,
A prize it is.

FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.

16. Sir John Franklin, 1786.

My whole life long I learned to love.
This hour my utmost art I prove

And speak my passion-heaven or hell?
She will not give me heaven? 'Tis well!
Lose who may I still can say,

Those who win heaven, blest are they!

ONE WAY OF LOVE.

17. William Gilmore Simms, 1806.

Men being mortal should think mortal-like ; Since to your solemn, brow-contracting sort, All of them, - so I lay down law at least, Life is not truly life but misery.

BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE.

18. George H. Lewes, 1817.

Then welcome each rebuff

That turns earth's smoothness rough,

Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go !

Be our joys three parts pain!

Strive and hold cheap the strain;

Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge

the throe!

RABBI BEN EZRA.

19. Lexington and Concord, 1775.

By proved potency that still
Makes perfect, be assured come what come will,
What once lives never dies—what here attains
To a beginning, has no end, still gains

And never loses aught; when, where, and how
Lies in Law's lap.

20. Napoleon III., 1808.

For, what are the voices of birds
- Ay, and of beasts, - but words
Only so much more sweet?

PARLEYINGS.

our words,

21. Charlotte Bronte, 1816.

PIPPA PASSES.

We are beside thee, in all thy ways,
With our blame, with our praise,

Our shame to feel, our pride to show,
Glad, sorry but indifferent, no!

THE FLIGHT OF THE DUCHESS.