What are the wild waves saying,
Sister, the whole day long,
That ever amid our playing

I hear but their low, lone song?

JOSEPH E. CARPENTER (1813-———): What are the wild
Waves saying?

Well, General, we have not had many dead cavalrymen lying about lately.

JOSEPH HOOKER (1813-1879): A remark to General Averill,
November, 1862.

Come in the evening, or come in the morning;
Come when you're looked for, or come without warning.
THOMAS O. DAVIS (1814-1845): The Welcome

But whether on the scaffold high

Or in the battle's van,

The fittest place where man can die

Is where he dies for man!

MICHAEL J. BARRY (Circa 1815): The Dublin Nation,
Sept. 28, 1844, Vol. ii. p. 809.

Oh the heart is a free and a fetterless thing, -
A wave of the ocean, a bird on the wing!

JULIA PARDOE (1816-1862): The Captive Greek Girl.

Let wealth and commerce, laws and learning die,
But leave us still our old nobility.

LORD JOHN MANNERS (1818-): England's Trust. Part ii.
Line 227.

Why thus longing, thus forever sighing
For the far-off, unattain'd, and dim,
While the beautiful all round thee lying
Offers up its low, perpetual hymn?

HARRIET W. SEWALL (1819-1889): Why thus longing!

Don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?
Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown;
Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile,
And trembl'd with fear at your frown!

THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH (1819--): Ben Bolt

The Survival of the Fittest.

HERBERT SPENCER (1820--): Principles of Biology, Vol. i.
Chap. xii. (American edition, 1867.)

Who fears to speak of Ninety-eight?

Who blushes at the name?

When cowards mock the patriot's fate,

Who hangs his head for shame ?

JOHN K. INGRAM (1820--): The Dublin Nation, April 1, 1843, Vol. ii. p. 339.

On Fame's eternal camping-ground

Their silent tents are spread,

And Glory guards with solemn round.

The bivouac of the dead.

THEODORE O'Hara (1820-1867): The Bivouac of the
Dead. (August, 1847.)

Hold the fort! I am coming!

WILLIAM T. SHERMAN (1820-1891), — signalled to General Corse

in Allatoona from the top of Kenesaw, Oct. 5, 1864.

For every wave with dimpled face

That leap'd upon the air,

Had caught a star in its embrace

And held it trembling there.

AMELIA B. WELBY (1821-1852): Musings. Stanza 4.

To look up and not down,

To look forward and not back,

To look out and not in, and

To lend a hand.

EDWARD EVERETT HALE (1822

-): Rule of the "Harry

Wadsworth Club" (from "Ten Times One is Ten," 1870).

Listen! John A. Logan is the Head Centre, the Hub, the King Pin, the Main Spring, Mogul, and Mugwump of the final plot by which partisanship was installed in the Commission.

ISAAC H. BROMLEY (1833- -): Editorial in the "New York
Tribune," Feb. 16, 1877.

A mugwump is a person educated beyond his intellect. HORACE PORTER (1837- —), -a bon-mot in the Cleveland. Blaine campaign of 1884.

I never could believe that Providence had sent a few men into the world, ready booted and spurred to ride, and millions ready saddled and bridled to be ridden. RICHARD RUMBOLD, on the scaffold, 1685. History of England (Macaulay), Chap. v.

The last link is broken

That bound me to thee,

And the words thou hast spoken
Have render'd me free.

FANNY STEERS: Song.

Old Simon the cellarer keeps a rare store

Of Malmsey and Malvoisie.

G. W. BELLAMY: Simon the Cellarer.

Babylon in all its desolation is a sight not so awful as that of the human mind in ruins.1

SCROPE DAVIES: Letter to Thomas Raikes, May 25, 1835.

She's all my fancy painted her;
She's lovely, she 's divine.

WILLIAM MEE: Alice Gray.

Stately and tall he moves in the hall,

The chief of a thousand for grace.

KATE FRANKLIN: Life at Olympus, Lady's Book, Vol. xxiii. p.

33

When the sun's last rays are fading

Into twilight soft and dim.

THEODORE L. BARKER: Thou wilt think of me again

Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee
And cherish'd thine image for years;
Thou hast taught me at last to forget thee,

In secret, in silence, and tears.

MRS. (DAVID) PORTER: Thou hast wounded the Spirit.

1 Babylon in ruins is not so melancholy a spectacle (as a distracted person). ADDISON: Spectator. No. 421

Rattle his bones over the stones!

He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns!

THOMAS NOEL: The Pauper's Ride

In the days when we went gypsying

A long time ago;

The lads and lassies in their best

Were dress'd from top to toe.

EDWIN RANSFORD: In the Days when we went Gypsying

Speak gently! 't is a little thing.
Dropp'd in the heart's deep well;
The good, the joy, that it may bring
Eternity shall tell.

G. W. LANGFORD: Speak gently.

Hope tells a flattering tale,'
Delusive, vain, and hollow.
Ah! let not hope prevail,
Lest disappointment follow.

Miss

WROTHER: The Universul Songster, Vol. ii. p. 86.

Nose, nose, nose, nose!

And who gave thee that jolly red nose?
Sinament and Ginger, Nutmegs and Cloves,
And that gave me my jolly red nose.

RAVENSCROFT: Deuteromela, Song No. 7.2 (1609.)

The mother said to her daughter, "Daughter, bid thy daughter tell her daughter that her daughter's daughter hath a daughter."

GEORGE HAKEWILL: Apologie. Book iii. Chap. v. Sect. 9.8

1 Hope told a flattering tale,

That Joy would soon return;

Ah! naught my sighs avail,

For Love is doomed to mourn.

ANONYMOUS (air by Giovanni Paisiello, 1741– 1816): Universal Songster, vol. i. p. 320.

2 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: The Knight of the Burning Pestle, act i

SC. 3.

8 Hakewill translated this from the "Theatrum Vitæ Humanæ," vol. iii

Betwixt the stirrup and the ground,
Mercy I ask'd; mercy I found.1

WILLIAM CAMDEN: Remains

Begone, dull Care! I prithee begone from me!
Begone, dull Care! thou and I shall never agree.

Much of a muchness.

PLAYFORD: Musical Companion. (1687.)

VANBRUGH: The Provoked Husband, Act i. Sc. 1.

Mathew, Mark, Luke, and John,

The bed be blest that I lye on.

THOMAS ADY: A Candle in the Dark, p. 58. (London, 1656.)

Junius, Aprilis, Septémq; Nouemq; tricenos,
Vnum plus reliqui, Februs tenet octo vicenos,
At si bissextus fuerit superadditur vnus.

WILLIAM HARRISON: Description of Britain (prefixed to
Holinshed's "Chronicle," 1577).

Thirty dayes hath Nouember,
Aprill, June, and September,
February hath xxviii alone,
And all the rest have xxxi.

RICHARD GRAFTON: Chronicles of England. (1590.)

Thirty days hath September,

April, June, and November,
February has twenty-eight alone,
All the rest have thirty-one;

Excepting leap year, that's the time
When February's days are twenty-nine.

The Return from Parnassus. (London, 1606.)

Thirty days hath September,

April, June, and November;

All the rest have thirty-one,

Excepting February alone,

Which hath but twenty-eight, in fine,

Till leap year gives it twenty-nine.

Altered by Johnson (1783),

Common in the New England States

Between the stirrup and the ground,
I mercy ask'd; I mercy found.