Ring out, ye crystal spheres,
Once bless our human ears,

(If ye have power to touch our senses so:) And let your silver chime

Move in melodious time,

And let the bass of Heaven's deep organ blow,

And with your ninefold harmony
Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
i. MILTON-On the Morning of Christ's
Nativity. St. 13.
This is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King,
Of wedded maid, and virgin mother born,
Our great redemption from above did bring,
For so the holy sages once did sing,
That he our deadly forfeit should release,
And with his Father work us a perpetual
peace.

j.

MILTON - On the Morning of Christ's Nativity. St. 1.

Be merry all, be merry all,
With holly dress the festive hall;
Prepare the song, the feast, the ball,
To welcome merry Christmas.
p. W. R. SPENCER-The Joys of
Christmas.

The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist.

1.
TENNYSON-In Memoriam. Pt. XXVIII.
With trembling fingers did we weave
The holly round the Christmas hearth;
A rainy cloud possess'd the earth,
And sadly fell our Christmas-eve.

7'.

TENNYSON-In Memoriam. Pt. XXX. At Christmas play, and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year. S. TUSSER-Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. Ch. XII.

CHURCH, THE.

Where God hath a temple, the Devil will have a chapel.

t. BURTON-Anatomy of Melancholy. Pt. III. Sc. 4.

Wherever God erects a house of prayer, The devil always builds a chapel there. u. DEFOE-The Trueborn Englishman.

Line 1.

The objects that we have known in better days are the main props that sustain the weight of our affections, and give us strength to await our future lot.

0. WM. HAZLITT- Table Talk. On the Past and Future.

Sprinkled along the waste of years Full many a soft green isle appears : Pause where we may upon the desert road, Some shelter is in sight, some sacred safe abode.

p. KEBLE The Christian Year.

Advent Sunday. St. 8. Occasions do not make a man frail, but they shew what he is.

1.

Line 285.

Ch. XVI.

THOMAS À KEMPIS--Imitation of Christ. Bk. I. Condition, circumstance is not the thing. 7'. POPE--Essay on Man. Ep. IV.

Line 57.

Taming of the Shrew. Act V. Sc. 1. My circumstances Being so near the truth as I will make them, Must first induce you to believe.

u. Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 4. What means this passionate discourse, This peroration with such circumstance. v. Henry VI. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 1. So runs the round of life from hour to hour. TENNYSON-Circumstance.

CITIES.

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;
A palace and a prison on each hand;

I saw from out the wave her structure rise
As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand:
A thousand years their cloudy wings expand
Around me, and a dying Glory smiles
O'er the far times when many a subject land
Look'd to the wingèd Lion's marble piles,
Where Venice sate in state, throned on her
hundred isles!

x.

St. 10.

BYRON-Childe Harold. Canto IV.

St. 1.

MILTON-L'Allegro. Line 117.

See the wild Waste of all-devouring years! How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears, With nodding arches, broken temples sprea l! The very Tombs now vanish'd like their dead! POPE-Moral Essays. Ep.V. Line 1.

f.

The Golden Legend. Pt. V.

LONGFELLOW-Christus.

The louring element

Scowls o'er the darkened landscip. MILTON--Paradise Lost. Bk. II.

Line 490.

There does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night, And casts a gleam over this tufted grove. p. MILTON--Comus. Line 223. Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven, Curtain round the vault of heaven. 9. THOS. LORE PEACOCK --Rhododaphne. Clouds on the western side Grow gray and grayer, hiding the warm sun. r.. CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI-Twilight Calm. St. 1.

We often praise the evening clouds,
And tints so gay and bold,

But seldom think upon our God,

Who tinged these clouds with gold.
S. SCOTT-The Setting Sun.

Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds.

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,

From the seas and the streams;

I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams.

From my wings are shaken the dews that waken

The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,

As she dances about the sun.

I wield the flail of the lashing hail,

And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. SHELLEY-The Cloud. St. 1.

น.

What we gave, we have:
What we spent, we had:
What we left, we lost,

h. Epitaph of Edward, Earl of Devon.

O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes!
O drooping souls, whose destinies
Are fraught with fear and pain,
Ye shall be loved again.

i.

LONGFELLOW Endymion. St. 7. Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us; The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in, The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us,

We bargain for the graves we lie in; At the devil's booth are all things sold, Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold; For a cap and bells our lives we pay, Bubbles we buy with a whole soul's tasking: "Tis heaven alone that is given away, 'Tis only God may be had for the asking, No price is set on the lavish summer; June may be had by the poorest comer. J. LOWELL The Vision of Sir Leninfal Prelude to Pt. I.

Repent what's past; avoid what is to come. Hamlet. Act III.

S.

Sc. 4.