Has clothed a lovely maid with blushes; A smile within his eyelids plays And into words his longing gushes. e. WM. R. ALGER-Oriental Poetry. Love Sowing and Reaping Roses.

Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, Half wishing they were dead to save the shame.

The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow;

They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats,

And flare up bodily, wings and all. f. E. B. BROWNING-Aurora Leigh. Bk. II. L. 732.

Blushed like the waves of hell.

I pity bashful men, who feel the pain
Of fancied scorn and undeserved disdain,
And bear the marks upon a blushing face,
Of needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace.
1. COWPER-Conversation. L. 347.

Once he saw a youth blushing, and addressed him, "Courage, my boy; that is the complexion of virtue."

m. DIOGENES LAERTIUS-Diogenes. VI.

A blush is no language: only a dubious flagsignal which may mean either of two contradictories.

n. GEORGE ELIOT-Daniel Deronda. Bk. V. Ch. XXXV.

The rising blushes, which her cheek o'erspread,

Are opening roses in the lily's bed.

0. GAY-Dione. Act II. Sc. 3.

Blushing is the colour of virtue. p.

MATTHEW HENRY-Commentaries.

Jeremiah III.

And bid the cheek be ready with a blush Modest as morning when she coldly eyes The youthful Phoebus.

I had found the secret of a garret room
Piled high with cases in my father's name;
Piled high, packed large,-where, creeping in
and out

Among the giant fossils of my past,

Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs

Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there
At this or that box, pulling through the gap,
In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy,
The first book first. And how I felt it beat
Under my pillow, in the morning's dark,
An hour before the sun would let me read!
My books!

At last, because the time was ripe,
I chanced upon the poets.

f.

E. B. BROWNING-Aurora Leigh.
Bk. I. L. 830.

"There is no book so bad," said the bachelor, "but something good may be found in it." CERVANTES-Don Quixote. Pt. II.

9.

Ch. III.

It is chiefly through books that we enjoy intercourse with superior minds, and these invaluable means of communication are in the reach of all. In the best books, great men talk to us, give us their most precious thoughts, and pour their souls into ours.

And as for me, though than I konne but lyte,
On bokes for to rede I me delyte,
And to hem yeve I feyth and ful credence,
And in myn herte have hem in reverence
So hertely, that ther is game noon,
That fro my bokes maketh me to goon,
But yt be seldome on the holy day.
Save, certeynly, when that the monthe of May
Is comen, and that I here the foules synge,
And that the floures gynnen for to sprynge,
Farwel my boke, and my devocion.

It is saying less than the truth to affirm that an excellent book (and the remark holds almost equally good of a Raphael as of a Milton) is like a well-chosen and well-tended fruit tree. Its fruits are not of one season only. With the due and natural intervals, we may recur to it year after year, and it will supply the same nourishment and the same gratification, if only we ourselves return to it with the same healthful appetite.

d. COLERIDGE-Literary Remains.

Prospectus of Lectures.

We prize books, and they prize them most who are themselves wise.

Learning hath gained most by those books by which the Printers have lost. p.

FULLER-The Holy and the Profane
State. Of Books.

Some Books are onely cursorily to be tasted

of.

Bk. II. Canto V.

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FULLER-The Holy and the Profane State. Of Books.