It will be seen that this cento does not play fair. It alters, adds, and subtracts according to the exigencies of the moment. Even greater liberties are taken in the following, which was recently contributed to the Manchester Press, England, by one E. A. Marsh : MY FAITH. Tune.-"From Greenland's Icy Mountains." I am a pilgrim stranger And often far from home, 1 pass through toil and danger I meet with opposition And trials on each hand, And while I am proclaiming And start to serve the Lord, And turn their ears away, Has plainly shown the way. I teach that man is mortal, And there I find that man And turns to dust again. The serpent said in Eden, Believe the same old lie. Man then is not immortal, To gain a life eternal Through Christ who makes alive. It has been man's opinion Beyond the stars and skies; The Saviour once ascended To dwell at God's right hand, For vain and sinful man, Heb. xi. 13. Heb. xi. 9. I. Pet. ii. II. I. Pet. i. 7. Rom. x. 15. . II. Tim. iv. 4. Job iv. 17. 1. Thess. v. 21. Gen. iii. 1. I. Tim. vi. 16. John v. 39. Mark vii. 8. Acts i. 11. The promise is recorded That when He comes again He then will usher in, His righteous reign begin, Though Israel has been scattered, Of Israel will take place, They are a chosen nation Rom. iv. 13. I. Cor. xv. 53. Isa. i. 28. Acts iii. 21. Luke i. 32. Ex. xxii. 15. Deut. x. 5. But the two following are not open to criticism on the same score: WHAT IS LIFE? What strange infatuation rules mankind, From labor health, from health contentment springs; Let none then here his certain knowledge boast To smooth life's passage o'er its stormy way, Wealth heaped on wealth, nor truth nor safety buys; Care draws on care, woe comforts woe again; On high estates huge heaps of care attend, No joy so great but runneth to an end, Virtue alone no dissolution fears; But now the wane of life comes darkly on, Thine is the present hour, the past is fled, O thou Eternal Arbiter of things, Notes and Queries. Marsden. Eliot. Blair. Akenside. Shakespeare. THE FATE OF THE GLORIOUS DEVIL A glorious devil, large in heart and brain, And oft the craggy cliff he loved to climb, Whom no man fully sees, and none can see, I will not stop to tell how far he fled, To view the smile of evening on the sea; He tried to smile, and, half succeeding, said, "I smell a loller in the wind," said he. Tennyson. Taite. Wordsworth. Rogers. Longfellow. Beattie. Burns. Wordsworth. Hemans. Crabbe. Chaucer. Collins. Beattie. Gray. Campbell. Bloomfield. Goldsmith. Bloomfield. Falconer. Thomson. Joanna Baillie. Shelley. Beattie. Shakespeare. People's Friend, May, 1871. These are about the best of their sort. It will be seen, however, that even the best are poor enough. If you want to make sense out of them you have to make-believe a good deal. Wherefore Laman Blanchard did a good work in burlesquing the art in a series of mosaic pieces published in George He Cruikshank's "Omnibus," which made no pretence to be be anything save nonsense. Mr. Blanchard' feigned that he found these poems among the manuscripts of one of Sir Fretful Plagiary's numerous descendants. thinks that if any reader should be reminded of poets past and present it can only be because the profusely-gifted bard has clustered together more remarkable and memorable lines than any of his predecessors. "That poem," Mr. Blanchard goes on to say, can be of no inferior order of merit, in which Milton would have been proud to have written one line, Pope would have been equally vain of the authorship of a second, Byron have rejoiced in a third, Campbell gloried in a fourth, Gray in a fifth, Cowper in a sixth, and so on to the end of the Ode; which thus realizes the poetical wealth of that well-known line of Sir Fretful's, 66 ⚫ Infinite riches in a little room.'" A couple of specimens will suffice. They are far more amusing than the genuine article; but, after all, that is no very great praise. ON LIFE, ET CETERA. Know, then, this truth, enough for man to know: Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow, From grave to gay, from lively to severe. To err is human, to forgive divine, And wretches hang that jurymen may dine Like quills upon the fretful porcupine. All are but parts of one stupendous whole, * * * We ne'er shall look upon his like again, For panting time toils after him in vain, And drags, at each remove, a lengthening chain, With sweet, reluctant, amorous delay! WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT. Lives there a man with soul so dead, "Shoot folly as it flies"? And what is friendship but a name, Drink to me only with thine eyes Adieu, adieu, my native shore: 'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more-- Mossbacks, a sobriquet for the old-liners and fossils in the Democratic party, most common in Ohio, but also used in other parts of the country. They are supposed to be the remnants of the ante-bellum Democracy. The derivation is from an old snapping-turtle, in the popular vernacular called a "mossback," because of the covering of its shell by a growth of moss-like aquatic vegetation, induced by its sluggish habits and long living in stagnant water. Mote and the beam. One of the most impressive lessons of charity and forbearance is contained in the Sermon on the Mount: "Why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?" This ancient saying finds its analogues in the proverbs of all nations. We say in English, "The pot calls the kettle black," or "The kiln calls the oven 'burnt house ;'" the Italians say, "The pan says to the pot, 'Keep off, or you'll smutch me ;'" the French, "The shovel makes game of the poker," or "Dirty-nosed folk always want to wipe other folks' noses;" the German, "One ass nicknames another Long-ears;" the Spanish, "The raven said to the crow, 'Avaunt, blackamoor!" the Scotch, "God help the fool!' said the idiot," or "Crooked carlin!' quoth the cripple to his wife." In America, as indeed elsewhere, negroes have no worse reproach for each other than "damn niggers." The Arabs have an apologue," A harlot repented for one night. Is there no police-officer,' she said, 'to take up harlots?" "If thou canst not make thyself such an one as thou wouldst," says the "Imitation of Christ," "how canst thou expect to have another in all things to thy liking? We would willingly have others perfect, and yet we amend not our own faults. We would have others severely corrected, and will not be corrected ourselves. The large liberty of others displeaseth us, and yet we will not have our own desires denied us. We will have others kept under by strict laws, but in no sort will ourselves be restrained. And thus it appeareth how seldom we weigh our neighbor in the same balance with ourselves." An apologue from Phædrus is thus paraphrased by Bulwer : From our necks, when life's journey begins, Two sacks Jove the Father suspends, The one holds our own proper sins, The other the sins of our friends: The first, man immediately throws Out of sight, out of mind, at his back; The last is so under his nose, He sees every grain in the sack. The same metaphor, though not with the same application, is used, in part at least, by Shakespeare: Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes; These scraps are good deeds past; which are devoured As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done. Troilus and Cressida, Act iii., Sc. 3. Mother of Presidents, a popular name for Virginia, from the great number among the earlier Presidents who were natives of that State. Since the civil war the term has lost much of its currency. The following Presidents were natives of Virginia: Washington, born in Westmoreland County, 1732; Jefferson, Albemarle County, 1743; Madison, King George County, 1751; Monroe, Westmoreland County, 1758; Harrison, Charles City County, 1773; Tyler, Charles City County, 1790; Taylor, Orange County, 1784. Mother of States. Virginia was so called from the great number of States which were carved out of the territory originally included under the name Virginia, and also as being the first settled and oldest of the original thirteen States of the Union. The States created out of what was once Virginian territory are Kentucky, Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois. During the civil war the northwestern portion of the seceded State, which portion |