A beggar through the world am I,-
From place to place I wander by.
Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me,
For Christ's sweet sake and charity.
0. LOWELL-The Beggar. St. 1.

O chime of sweet Saint Charity,
Peal soon that Easter morn
When Christ for all shall risen be,
And in all hearts new-born!
That Pentecost when utterance clear
To all men shall be given,
When all shall say My Brother here,
And hear My Son in heaven!

p. To pity distress is but human; to relieve it is Godlike.

LOWELL-Godminster Chimes. St. 7.

Ay, and when huntsmen wind the merry horn,

And from its covert starts the fearful prey; Who, warm'd with youth's blood in his swelling veins,

Would, like a lifeless clod, outstretched lie,
Shut up from all the fair creation offers?
f. JOANNA BAILLIE-Ethwald. Pt. I.
Act 1. Sc. 1.

Broad are these streams-my steed obeys,
Plunges, and bears me through the tide.
Wide are these woods-I tread the maze
Of giant stems, nor ask a guide.

I hunt till day's last glimmer dies
O'er woody vale and glassy height;
And kind the voice, and glad the eyes
That welcome my return at night.

g. BRYANT-The Hunter of the Prairies. He thought at heart like courtly Chesterfield, Who, after a long chase o'er hills, dales, bushes,

And what not, though he rode beyond all price,

Ask'd next day, "if men ever hunted twice?" h. BYRON-Don Juan. Canto XIV.

St. 35. Archers ever Have two strings to a bow; and shall great Cupid

(Archer of archers both in men and women), Be worse provided than a common archer?

i.

CHAPMAN-Bussy D'Ambois. Act II.

Sc. 1.

Soon as Aurora drives away the night,
And edges eastern clouds with rosy light,
The healthy huntsman, with the cheerful
horn,

Summons the dogs, and greets the dappled

k.

morn.

GAY.-Rural Sports. Canto II. L. 93. Love's torments made me seek the chase; Rifle in hand, I roam'd apace. Down from the tree, with hollow scoff, The raven cried: 'Head-off! head-off!' 1. HEINE-Book of Songs. Youthful Sorrows. No. 8.

Of horn and morn, and hark and bark,
And echo's answering sounds,
All poets' wit hath ever writ
In dog-rel verse of hounds.

m.

HOOD-Epping Hunt. St. 10.

It (hunting) was the labour of the savages of North America, but the amusement of the gentlemen of England.

n. SAM'L JOHNSON-Johnsoniana.

Oh, 'tis a parlous boy; Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable; He's all the mother's from the top to toe. p. Richard III. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 154. We have no such daughter, nor shall ever see That face of hers again. Therefore begone Without our grace, our love, our benizon. King Lear. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 266.

զ. Your children were vexation to your youth, But mine shall be a comfort to your age. T. Richard III. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 305. A truthful page is childhood's lovely face, Whereon sweet Innocence has record made,

An outward semblance of the young heart's grace,

Where truth, and love, and trust are all portrayed.

L. 220.

8.

Ah! there are no longer any children! i. MOLIERE Le Malade Imaginaire. Act II. Sc. 11.

And when with envy Time transported
Shall think to rob us of our joys,
You'll in your girls again be courted,
And I'll go wooing in my boys.
j.

THOMAS PERCY-Winifreda. 1720.

Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law, Pleas'd with a rattle, tickled with a straw. k.

POPE-Essay on Man. Ep. II. L. 275.

Pointing to such, well might Cornelia say, When the rich casket shone in bright array, "These are my Jewels!" Well of such as he, When Jesus spake, well might the language be,

"Suffer these little ones to come to me!"

SHILLABER-On a Picture of Lillie.

1. SAM'L ROGERS-Human Life. L. 202.

prayer.

R. H. STODDARD-The Children's

Prayer. L. 43.