Give me a staff of honor for mine age,
But not a sceptre to control the world.
b. Titus Andronicus. Act 1. Sc. 2.
His silver hairs

Will purchase us a good opinion,
And buy men's voices to commend our deeds.
C. Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 1.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
d. Timon of Athens. Act I. Sc. 2.
Minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and
years,

Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this!

e. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 5. My way of life

Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf:
And that which should accompany old age,
As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
Curses not loud, but deep, mouth-honor,
breath,

Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.

u.

THOMSON-The Seasons.

Autumn. Line 1229.

O good gray head which all men knew, TENNYSON-On the Death of the Duke of Wellington. St. 4.

A happy youth, and their old age
Is beautiful and free.

But an old age serene and bright,
And lovely as a Lapland night,
Shall lead thee to thy grave.

20. WORDSWORTH To a Young Lady.

Thus fares it still in our decay,

And yet the wiser mind

Mourns less for what age takes away
Than what it leaves behind.

x. WORDSWORTH-The Fountain. St. 9. Shall we- -shall aged men, like aged trees, Strike deeper their vile root, and closer cling, Still more enamour'd of their wretched soil? y. YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night IV. Line 111.

AGONY.

Just prophet, let the damn'd one dwell
Full in the sight of Paradise,
Beholding heaven and fearing hell.
z. MOORE-Lalla Rookh.

Fire
Worshippers. Line 1028.

Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. аа. Love's Labour's Lost.

Act V. Sc. 2.

Many flowering islands lie
In the waters of wide Agony.
SHELLEY-Lines written among the
Enganean Hills. Line 66.

bb.

Onward, onward may we press Through the path of duty; Virtue is true happiness,

Excellence true beauty;

Minds are of supernal birth,

Bk. II. Line 426.

Bk. IV.

Line 92.

Let us make a heaven of earth.
JAMES MONTGOMERY-Aspirations of
Youth. St. 3.

20.

Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious

and free,

First flower of the earth, and first gem of the

x.

sea.

MOORE-Remember Thee. From servants hasting to be gods. POLLOK-Course of Time.

y.

Bk. II. Just and Unjust Rulers. But see how oft ambition's aims are cross'd, And chiefs contend 'till all the prize is lost! 2. POPE-Rape of the Lock. Canto V. Line 108.

Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou

shrunk !

When that this body did contain a spirit,
A kingdom for it was too small a bound;
But now, two paces of the vilest earth
Is room enough.

J.

Henry IV. Pt. I. Act. V. Sc. 4.
It were all one

That I should love a bright particular star,
And think to wed it, he is so above me.
k. All's Well That Ends Well. Act. I.
Sc. 1.
Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me.
Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambi-
tion,

By that, sin, fell the angels; how can man then,

The image of his Maker, hope to win by it? Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee;

Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Henry VIII. Act. III. Sc. 2.

1.

O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside,

If I but remember only

g.

Pt. II. Line 386.

Such as these have lived and died! LONGFELLOW-Footsteps of Angels. The good one, after every action closes His volume, and ascends with it to God. The other keeps his dreadful day-book open Till sunset, that we may repent; which doing, The record of the action fades away, And leaves a line of white across the page. Now if my act be good, as I believe, It cannot be recalled. It is already

Sealed up in heaven, as a good deed accomplished.

The rest is yours.

h. LONGFELLOW-Christus, The Golden Legend. Pt. VI.

All God's angels come to us disguised;
Sorrow and sickness, poverty and death,
One after other lift their frowning masks,
And we behold the seraph's face beneath,
All radiant with the glory and the calm
Of having looked upon the front of God.
i. LOWELL-On the Death of a Friend's
Child. Line 21.

An angel stood and met my gaze,
Through the low doorway of my tent;
The tent is struck, the vision stays ;-

I only know she came and went.

j.

LOWELL-She Came and Went.

MILTON-Hymn on the Nativity. St. 110.
Angel voices sung

The mercy of their God, and strung
Their harps.

p. MOORE -Loves of the Angels. Third Angel's Story. A guardian angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.

q. ROGERS-Human Life.

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 2.

7.