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MATTHEW ARNOLD. 1822-1888.


Others abide our question. Thou art free.
We ask and ask. Thou smilest and art still,
Out-topping knowledge.

Strew on her roses, roses,
And never a spray

In quiet she reposes;
Ah, would that I did too!

To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost
Which blamed the living man.

Growing Olde Time may restore us in his course Goethe's sage mind and Byron's force; But where will Europe's latter hour Again find Wordsworth's healing power ?

Meinorial Verses. Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born.

Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse. The kings of modern thought are dumb.

Ibid. Philistine must have originally meant, in the mind of those who invented the nickname, a strong, dogged, unenlightened opponent of the children of the light.

Essays in Criticism. Heinrich lleine. There is no better motto which it (culture) can have than these words of Bishop Wilson, “To make reason and the will of God prevail."

Culture and Anarchy. P. 8.

RUTHERFORD B. HAYES. 1822– He serves his party best who serves the country best.?

Inaugural Address, March 5, 1877

1 See Pope, page 339.


On a lone barren isle, where the wild roaring billows

Assail the stern rock, and the loud tempests rave, The hero lies still, while the dew-drooping willows,

Like fond weeping mourners, lean over his grave. The lightnings may flash and the loud thunders rattle;

He heeds not, he hears not, he's free from all pain; He sleeps his last sleep, he has fought his last battle; No sound can awake him to glory again!

The Grare of Bonaparte. Yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee,

But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun Thou springest from bondage and leavest behind thee

A name which before thee no mortal hath won. Tho' nations may combat, and war's thunders rattle,

No more on thy steed wilt thou sweep o'er the plain: Thou sleep'st thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last

battle, No sound can awake thee to glory again.


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Till the sun grows cold,

And the stars are old,
And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold.

Bedouin Song.
They sang of love, and not of fame;

Forgot was Britain's glory;
Each heart recall’d a different name,
But all sang Annie Lawrie.

The Song of the Camp.
The bravest are the tenderest,
The loving are the daring.

Ibid. 1 This song was composed and set to music, about 1842, by Leonard Heath, of Nashua, who died a few years ago. – BELA CHAPIN: The Poets of New Hampshire, 1883, p. 760.


Two hands upon the breast,

And labour's done; }
Two pale feet crossed in rest,
The race is won.

Now and After warıls.


Like a pale martyr in his shirt of fire.

A Life Drama. Sc. 11
In winter, when the dismal rain

Comes down in slanting lines,
And Wind, that grand old harper, smote
His thunder-harp of pines.


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song to the oak, the brave old oak,
Who hath ruled in the greenwood long!

The Brave Old Oak.

Then here's to the oak, the brave old oak,

Who stands in his pride alone !
And still flourish he a hale green tree

When a hundred years are gone!


Two hands upon the breast, and labour is past. – Russian Proverb.


Backward, turn backward, 0 Time, in your flight!
Make me a child again, just for to-night!

Rock me to sleep
Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years !
Tam so weary of toil and of tears,
Toil without recompense, tears all in vain!
Take them, and give me my childhood again!



We have exchanged the Washingtonian dignity for the Jeffersonian simplicity, which was in truth only another name for the Jacksonian vulgarity.

Address at the Washington Centennial Serrice in

St. Paul's Chapel, New York, April 30, 1889. If there be no nobility of descent, all the more indispensable is it that there should be nobility of ascent, a character in them that bear rule so fine and high and pure that as men come within the circle of its influence they involuntarily pay homage to that which is the one pre-eminent distinction, the royalty of virtue.



Under the sod and the dew,

Waiting the judgment day;
Love and tears for the Blue,

Tears and love for the Gray.”

The Blue and the Gray

1 This poem first appeared in the "Atlantic Monthly."



After an existence of nearly twenty years of almost innocuous desuetude these laws are brought forth.

Message, March 1, 1886. It is a condition which confronts us - not a theory.

Annual Message, 1887. I have considered the pension list of the republic a roll of honor.

Veto of Dependent Pension Bill, July 5, 1888. Party honesty is party expediency.

Interview in New York Commercial Adrertiser, Sept. 19, 1889.


Which I wish to remark, –

And my language is plain,-
That for ways that are dark

And for tricks that are vain,
The heathen Chinee is peculiar.

Plain Language from Truthful James
Ah Sin was his name.


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