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One more unfortunate

Weary of breath,
Rashly importunate,
Gone to her death,

The Bridge of Sighs.
Take her up tenderly,

Lift her with care;
Fashioned so slenderly,
Young, and so fair!

Ibid.
Alas for the rarity
Of Christian charity
Under the sun!

Ibid.
Even God's providence
Seeming estrang’d.

Ibid.
No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon,
No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day,

No road, no street, no t' other side the way,

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no buds.

November. No solemn sanctimonious face I pull,

Nor think I'm pious when I'm only bilious;

Nor study in my sanctum supercilious, To frame a Sabbath Bill or forge a Bull.

Ode to Rae Wilson.
The Quaker loves an ample brim,

A hat that bows to no salaam;
And dear the beaver is to him
As if it never made a dam.

All round my Hat.

GEORGE LINLEY. 1798-1865.

Ever of thee I'm fondly dreaming,
Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer.

Ever of Thee.

Thou art gone.

Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream,
And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream.

Tho' lost to sight, to mem'ry dear

Thou ever wilt remain;
One only hope my heart can cheer, -

The hope to meet again.
Oh fondly on the past I dwell,

And oft recall those hours
When, wand'ring down the shady dell,

We gathered the wild-flowers.
Yes, life then seem'd one pure delight,

Tho' now each spot looks drear;
Yet tho' thy smile be lost to sight,

To mem’ry thou art dear.
Oft in the tranquil hour of night,

When stars illume the sky,
I
gaze upon each orb of light,

And wish that thou wert by.
I think upon that happy time,

That time so fondly lov'd,
When last we heard the sweet bells chime,

As thro' the fields we rov'd.
Yes, life then seem'd one pure delight,

Tho' now each spot looks drear;
Yet tho' thy smile be lost to sight,
To mem'ry thou art dear.

Song.1 written and composed by Linley for Mr. Augustus Braham, and sung by him — is given entire, as so much inquiry has been made for the source of “Though lost to Sight, to Memory dear." It is not known when the song was written, - probably about 1830.

Another song, entitled “ Though lost to Sight, to Memory dear," was published in London in 1880, purporting to have been “written by Ruthven Jenkyns in 1703.” It is said to have been published in the “ Magazine for Mariners." No such magazine, however, ever existed, and the composer of the music acknowledged, in a private letter, to have copied the song from an American newspaper. There is no other authority for the origin of this song, and the reputed author, Ruthven Jenkyns, was living, under the name of C-, in California in 1882.

1 This song

COLONEL BLACKER.

Put your trust in God, my boys, and keep your pow. der dry?

Oliver's Ad rice. 1834.

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Sorrows remember'd sweeten present joy.

The Course of Time. Book i. Line 464. He laid his hand upon “the Ocean's mane," And played familiar with his hoary locks.”

Book iv. Line 389.

He was a man
Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven
To serve the Devil in.

Book viii. Line 616.
With one hand he put
A penny in the urn of poverty,
And with the other took a shilling out.

Line 632.

RUFUS CHOATE. 1799-1859.

There was a state without king or nobles; there was a church without a bishop; 8 there was a people governed by grave magistrates which it had selected, and by equal laws which it had framed.

Speech before the New England Society, Dec. 22, 1843. We join ourselves to no party that does not carry the flag and keep step to the music of the Union.

Letter to the Whig Convention, 1855.

1 There is a well-authenticated anecdote of Cromwell. On a certain occasion, when his troops were about crossing a river to attack the enemy, he concluded an address, couched in the usu fanatic terms in use among them, with these words: “Put your trust in God; but mind to keep your powder dry'" – Hayes: Ballads of Ireland, vol. i. p. 191.

2 See Byron, page 548.

8 The Americans equally detest the pageantry of a king and the supercilious hypocrisy of a bishop. - JUNIUS: Letter xxxv. Dec. 19, 1769.

It (Calvinism) established a religion without a prelate, a government without a king. - GEORGE BANCROFT : History of the United States, vol. ii. chap. vi.

Its constitution the glittering and sounding generalities of natural right which make up the Declaration of Independence.

Letter to the Maine Whig Committee, 1856.

THOMAS K. HERVEY. 1799-1859.

The tomb of him who would have made
The world too glad and free.

The Devil's Progress.
He stood beside a cottage lone

And listened to a lute,
One summer's eve, when the breeze gone,
And the nightingale was mute.

Ibid.
A love that took an early root,
And had an early doom.

Ibid.
Like ships, that sailed for sunny isles,
But never came to shore.

Ibid.
A Hebrew knelt in the dying light,

His eye was dim and cold,
The hairs on his brow were silver-white,
And his blood was thin and old.

Ibid.

THOMAS B. MACAULAY. 1800-1859.

(From his Essays.) That is the best government which desires to make the people happy, and knows how to make them happy.

On Mitford's History of Greece.

1824.

1 Although Mr. Choate has usually been credited with the original utter. ance of the words “glittering generalities,” the following quotation will show that he was anticipated therein by several years :

We fear that the glittering generalities of the speaker bave left an inpression more delightful than permanent. — FranKLIN J. Dickman: Review of a Lecture by Rufus Choate, Providence Journal, Dec. 14, 1849.

Free trade, one of the greatest blessings which a government can confer on a people, is in almost every country unpopular.

On Mitford's History of Greece. 1824. The history of nations, in the sense in which I use the word, is often best studied in works not professedly historical.

Ibid. Wherever literature consoles sorrow or assuages pain; wherever it brings gladness to eyes which fail with wakefulness and tears, and ache for the dark house and the long sleep, — there is exhibited in its noblest form the immortal influence of Athens.

Ibid. We hold that the most wonderful and splendid proof of genius is a great poem produced in a civilized age.

On Milton. 1825. Nobles by the right of an earlier creation, and priests by the imposition of a mightier hand.

Ibid. Out of his surname they have coined an epithet for a knave, and out of his Christian name a synonym for the Devil."

On Machiavelli. 1825. The English Bible, – a book which if everything else in our language should perish, would alone suffice to show the whole extent of its beauty and power.

On John Dryden. 1828. His imagination resembled the wings of an ostrich. It enabled him to run, though not to soar.

Ibid. A man possessed of splendid talents, which he often abused, and of a sound judgment, the admonitions of which he often neglected; a man who succeeded only in an inferior department of his art, but who in that department succeeded pre-eminently.

Ibid. He had a head which statuaries loved to copy, and a foot the deformity of which the beggars in the streets mimicked.

On Moore's Life of Lord Byron. 1830.

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i See Butler, page 215.

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