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 Bona?

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.

Bays of Old.

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!

Beath.

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; death comes to young men.

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.

Detraction.

To carp, to detract, and sinistrously to interpret others, are degenerate vices and unworthy depravities; not only beneath St. Paul's noble Christian, but Aristotle's true Gentleman!-Sir Thomas Browne.

-There is no readier way for a man to bring his own worth into question, than by endeavouring to detract from the worth of other men.-Tillotson.

Directors.

People appointed by the shareholders of a public company to read newspapers in a back room made for that purpose, and to dine at the company's expense.

Disappointment.

No change of scene or climate suffices to renovate that weary flagging of the heart consequent upon the total disappointment of its earthly hopes. The young have courage and energy to bear them up against mortifications; but when the whole career of life has been run in vain, and by one who, formed in the school of worldliness, does not easily learn to estimate at their real value the paltry prizes which allured him to the course, his struggles are great, and bitter, and overcoming.

Discontent.

We look before and after,

And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter

With some pain is fraught;

Our sweetest songs are those which tell of saddest thought.

Discretion.

Shelley.

There is a seede called Discretion, if a husbandman have of that seede and mingle it amongst his other corne, they will growe doubtless much the better, for that seede will tell him how many casts of corne a land ought to have. And if