The Right Divine of kings to govern wrong.. m. POPE-Dunciad. Bk. IV. Line 188. Were I a king, I would never make war. n. Saying (reported) of the Crown Prince of Russia.

Monarchs seldom sigh in vain.

0. SCOTT-Marmion. Canto V. St. 9. A substitute shines brightly as a king, Until a king be by; and then his state Empties itself, as doth the inland brook Into the main of waters. p. Merchant of Venice. Ay, every inch a king.

1.

Act V. Sc. 1.

King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 6.

Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own.

Illiteratus Princeps.

LONGFELLOW-Belisarius. St. 8.

Henry V. Act IV. Sc. 1.

Frame them To royalty unlearned; honor untaught; Civility not seen from other.

S. Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2.

Heaven knows, my son, By what by-paths and indirect crook'd ways, I met this crown; and I myself know well, How troublesome it sat upon my head.

u. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 4.

His legs bestrid the ocean; his rear'd arm Crested the world; his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,

He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in 't.

V.

Antony and Cleopatra. Act V. Sc. 2.

Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,
And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer;
Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike,
Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike;
Alike reserv'd to blame, or to commend,
A tim'rous foe, and a suspicious friend.
a. POPE-Prologue to Satires. Line 201.
Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet
To run a muck and tilt at all I meet.
b. POPE-Second Book of Horace.
Satire I. Bk. II.

Line 69.

In the vast sweep of all embracing laws,
Finds Him the real and the only Cause;
And, in the light of clearest evidence,
Perceives Him acting in the present tense;—
Not as some claim, once acting but now not,
The glorious product of His hands forgot-
Having wound up the grand automaton,
Leaving it, henceforth, to itself to run.
ABRAHAM COLES-The Microcosm.
Christian Science.
Science is certainty, is truth found out.
f. ABRAHAM COLES-The Evangel. P. 5.

e.

Still sweet with blossoms is the year's fresh prime;

Her harvests still the ripening Summer yields:

Fruit-laden Autumn follows in his time,
And rainy Winter waters still the fields.
a. BRYANT The Order of Nature.

Now Nature hangs her mantle green
On every blooming tree,

And spreads her sheets o' daises white
Out o'er the grassy lea.

b. BURNS-Lament of Mary, Queen of Scots. The summer will soon be here, sweet Ruth, For the birds of brighter bowers

Are singing their way from the balmy South To the land of opening flowers.

C.

JAMES G. CLARKE-Sweet Ruth.

The hedges luxuriant

With flowers and balm

Are purple with violets,

And shaded with palm.

d. ELIZA COOK-Spring.

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees,

Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze. Line 43.

e.

COWPER--Tirocinium.

The winter is over and gone at last,

The days of snow and cold are past,
Over the field the flowers appear,

It is the Spirits' voice we hear.

The singing of birds,

A warbling band,

And the Spirits' voice!

The voice of the truth is heard in our land. BISHOP COXE-The Singing of Birds.

Down beside the tall, rank sedges,
Flag flaunt from the pool's green edges,
Fair, sweet roses haurt the hedges-
Laugh, O murmuring Spring!
g. SARAH F. DAVIS-Summer Song.
Starred forget-me-nots smile sweetly,
Ring, blue-bells, ring!
Winning eye and heart completely,
Sing, robin, sing!

All among the reeds and rushes,
Where the brook its music hushes,
Bright the calopogon blushes,—

Laugh, O murmuring Spring!
h. SARAH F. DAVIS-Summer Song.
Eternal spring, with smiling verdure, here
Warms the mild air, and crowns the youth-

ful year:

When the spring returns with the sun's sweet light,

The flowers then bud and blossom apace. t. HEINE-Book of Songs. Quite True.

I come, I come! ye have call'd me long, I come o'er the mountain with light and song:

Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth,

By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.

น. Mrs. HEMANS-Voice of Spring.