What are the wild waves saying, I hear but their low, lone song? JOSEPH E. CARPENTER (1813-———): What are the wild Well, General, we have not had many dead cavalrymen lying about lately. JOSEPH HOOKER (1813-1879): A remark to General Averill, Come in the evening, or come in the morning; 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, Oh the heart is a free and a fetterless thing, - JULIA PARDOE (1816-1862): The Captive Greek Girl. Let wealth and commerce, laws and learning die, LORD JOHN MANNERS (1818-): England's Trust. Part ii. Why thus longing, thus forever sighing HARRIET W. SEWALL (1819-1889): Why thus longing! Don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt? THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH (1819--): Ben Bolt The Survival of the Fittest. HERBERT SPENCER (1820--): Principles of Biology, Vol. i. 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 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 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 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; 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 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. G. W. LANGFORD: Speak gently. Hope tells a flattering tale,' Miss WROTHER: The Universul Songster, Vol. ii. p. 86. Nose, nose, nose, nose! And who gave thee that 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, WILLIAM CAMDEN: Remains Begone, dull Care! I prithee begone from me! 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, WILLIAM HARRISON: Description of Britain (prefixed to Thirty dayes hath Nouember, RICHARD GRAFTON: Chronicles of England. (1590.) Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November, Excepting leap year, that's the time 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, |