variety is necessary, and that it will rarely happen that one portrait shall be found to be like another. Let a painter carelessly line out a million faces, and you shall find them all different; yea, let him have but one copy before him, yet, after all his art, there will remain a sensible distinction; for the pattern or example of everything is the most perfect in that kind, whereof we still come short, though we transcend or go beyond it; because herein it is wide, and agrees not in all points unto its copy.

Courtesy.

The law of social life.-Rev. T. Jervis.

Crime.

It is enough for crime to once begin,
One fall (error) is sure to draw another sin;
Honour is like an isle with craggy shore,
Deserted once-we enter there no more.

Cromwell.

A chess-player, who struck the king from the board instead of checking him.-A paste jewel in the English crown.-An immortal rebel.-Byron.

Cui Bono?

What is Hope?—A smiling rainbow
Children follow through the wet;
'Tis not here still yonder, yonder;
Never urchin found it yet.

What is Life!-A thawing iceboard
On a sea with sunny shore ;-
Gay we sail; it melts beneath us;
We are sunk, and seen no more.
What is Man ?-A foolish baby,
Fighting fierce for hollow nuts;
Demanding all, deserving nothing—

One small grave is all he gets.-Fraser.
(Cui bono?—To what good will it tend?)

Cunning and Knavery.

Cunning leads to knavery; it is but a step from one to the other, and that very slippery; lying only makes the difference; add that to cunning, and it is knavery.Bruyere.

The word “daisy" is a thousand times pronounced without our adverting to the beauty of its etymology,—“ the eye of day."—Campbell.

Day-Break.

Daybreak, what seest thou?—A peaceful flock in a fold; a den of watchful ravenous wolves; a peasant whistling as he goes to his labour; a murderer shuddering over his victim; a poor boy convulsed with anguish; a maiden in her bloom, sweetly sleeping; a miser counting his gold; a bridegroom watching the slumbers of his bride; an infant's entry into life; an old man's exit;-these, with alternate smiles and tears, hast thou looked upon from age to age.

Days of OW.

Oh, for the truthful times of old,

When Hate, like Love, was open and bold,—
But hearts have now grown cunning and cold,
Earnest in nought but the strife for gold!

Death.

The glories of our birth and state

Are shadows, not substantial things;

There is no armour against fate:

Death lays his icy hand on kings:
Sceptre and crown

Must tumble down,

And in the dust be equal made

With the poor crooked scythe and spade.

Some men with swords may reap the field,
And plant fresh laurels where they kill;
But their strong nerves at last must yield,
They tame but one another still.
Early or late

They stoop to fate,

And must give up their murmuring breath,
When they, pale captives, creep to death.

The garlands wither on your brow—
Then boast no more your mighty deeds,
Upon death's purple altar now

See where the victor victim bleeds:
All heads must come

To the cold tomb :

Only the actions of the just

Smell sweet, and blossom in the dust.

Shirley. [1600.]

I have not lived

After the rate to fear another world.

We come from nothing into life; a time

We measure with a short breath, and that often
Made tedious too, with our own cares that fill it;
Which like so many atoms in a sunbeam,
But crowd and jostle one another. All,
From the adored purple to the hair-cloth,
Must centre in a shade, and they that have
Their virtues to wait on them, bravely mock
The rugged storm that so much frights them here,
When their soul's launched by death into a sea
That's ever calm.

- The birth of the soul.-Old men go to death;

comes to young men.

What is Death?

A sleep that ends our mortal pain,
But bids us wake to live again-
A cherub fair, with placid mien-
A welcome visitor unseen-

death

See LIFE.

The harbinger of rest and peace,
Of gladness that shall never cease-
A bárk that bears our souls away
To realms of light and cloudless day-
A path that faith delights to tread,
O'er which her light is sweetly shed,
That leads from mortal woe and strife
To everlasting joy and life-

A blessing sent us from on high-
The passage to eternity-

And such is Death!

Mrs. Stamford.

O Death! the poor man's dearest friend !
The kindest and the best!

Welcome the hour my aged limbs

Are laid with thee at rest!

The great, the wealthy, fear thy blow,
From pomp and pleasure torn;

But, oh a blest relief to those

That weary-laden mourn !-Burns.

Decision of Character.

It is of great importance, in order to be successful in any undertaking, that a man possess a good degree of firmness; because, if after he have undertaken any business or enterprise, he becomes discouraged, merely because he meets with a few difficulties and embarrassments which he did not anticipate, his abilities for conducting his business will be paralyzed, and his efforts weak and ill-directed, so that his failure will almost of necessity be the result. But if a man of a firm and decided cast of character meet with obstacles to his prosperity, he nerves himself to meet them, taxes his utmost ability, and directs all the energies of his mind and body to remove the embarrassment,-and the result in nine out of ten cases will be complete success.

Department.

Be reserved, but not sour; grave, but not formal; bold, but not rash; humble, but not servile; patient, but not insensible; constant, but not obstinate; cheerful, but not light. Rather be sweet-tempered than familiar; familiar, rather than intimate; and intimate with very few, and with those few upon good grounds.-W. Penn.

Derision.

Insult not misery, neither deride infirmity, nor ridicule deformity; the first shows inhumanity; the second, folly; and the third, pride. He that made him miserable made thee happy to lament him; he that made him weak, made thee strong to support him; he that made him deformed, if he has made thee otherwise, do not show thy ingratitude to thy great Creator by despising any of his works.

Desire.

Desire, the condition of mortal being, annihilates for us the Present. Try to think on the present moment; you cannot - your thought goes behind or beyond. But if Desire ceases in the secure possession of Eternity, in which nothing is left to hope for, then, in turn, Past and Future are annihilated, and one Present alone exists.-Sir Bulwer Lytton.

Bespondency.

The law of life is, in the sweat of thy brow shalt thou eat bread. No man can evade that law with impunity. Like all God's laws, it is its own executioner. It has strange penalties annexed to it—would you know them? Go to the park or the esplanade, or the solitude after the night of dissipation, and read the penalties of being useless in the sad, jaded, listless countenances-nay, in the very trifles which must be contrived to create excitement artificially. Yet these very eyes could, dull as they are, beam with intelligence; on many of those brows is stamped the mark of possible nobility. The fact is, that the capacity of ennui is one of the signatures of man's immortality. It is his