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The union of lakes, the union of lands,
Near the Lake.
ALBERT G. GREENE. 1802-1868.
Old Grimes is dead, that good old man
He used to wear a long black coat
LYDIA MARIA CHILD. 1802-1880.
England may as well dam up the waters of the Nile with bulrushes as to fetter the step of Freedom, more proud and firm in this youthful land than where she treads the sequestered glens of Scotland, or couches herself among the magnificent mountains of Switzerland. Supposititious Speech of James Otis. The Rebels, Chap. iv.
To the memory of John Lee, who died May 21, 1823.
Old Abram Brown is dead and gone,
An Inscription in Matherne Churchyard.
You'll never see him more;
He used to wear a long brown coat
That buttoned down before.
HALLIWELL: Nursery Rhymes of England, p. 60.
He is one of those wise philanthropists who in a time of famine would vote for nothing but a supply of toothpicks. Douglas Jerrold's Wit.
The surest way to hit a woman's heart is to take aim kneeling.
The nobleman of the garden.
That fellow would vulgarize the day of judgment.
A Comic Author.
The best thing I know between France and England is the sea. The Anglo-French Alliance. a life fed by the bounty
The life of the husbandman, of earth and sweetened by the airs of heaven.
The Husbandman's Life.
Some people are so fond of ill-luck that they run halfway to meet it. Meeting Troubles Half-way.
Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a harvest. A Land of Plenty [Australia].
The ugliest of trades have their moments of pleasure. Now, if I were a grave-digger, or even a hangman, there are some people I could work for with a great deal of enjoyment. Ugly Trades.
A blessed companion is a book, a book that fitly chosen is a life-long friend.
There is something about a wedding-gown prettier than any other gown in the world. A Wedding-gown.
He was so good he would pour rose-water on a toad.
A Charitable Man.
As for the brandy, "nothing water, put nought in in malice.
extenuate;" and the
Talk to him of Jacob's ladder, and he would ask the number of the steps. A Matter-of-fact Man.
RALPH WALDO EMERSON. 1803-1882.
Nor knowest thou what argument
I wiped away the weeds and foam,
Not from a vain or shallow thought
Out from the heart of Nature rolled
The hand that rounded Peter's dome,
Earth proudly wears the Parthenon
Each and All.
Good bye, proud world! I'm going home;
Earth laughs in flowers to see her boastful boys
For what are they all in their high conceit,
1 See Byron, page 542.
If eyes were made for seeing,
Olympian bards who sung
Ode, inscribed to W. H. Channing.
The silent organ loudest chants
Love not the flower they pluck and know it not,
None shall rule but the humble,
Ode to Beauty.
Give all to Love.
And striving to be man, the worm
2 No war or battle sound
Was heard the world around.
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Boston Hymn. 1863.
1 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. RUMBOLD (when on the scaffold).
MILTON: Hymn of Christ's Nativity, line 31.
Oh, tenderly the haughty day
Go put your creed into your deed,
So nigh is grandeur to our dust,
Whoever fights, whoever falls,
Nor sequent centuries could hit
Born for success he seemed,
Nor mourn the unalterable Days
Fear not, then, thou child infirm;
He thought it happier to be dead,
Wilt thou seal up the avenues of ill?
Though love repine, and reason chafe,
When for the truth he ought to die."
Suum Cuique. Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die. Quatrains. Nature.