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Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold !
Bright and yellow, hard and cold.

Her Moral.
Spurn'd by the young, but hugg'd by the old
To the very verge of the churchyard inould.

Ibid. How widely its agencies vary, — To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless, As even its minted coins express, Now stamp'd with the image of Good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Mary.

Ibid. Another tumble! That's his precious nose!

Parental Ode to my Infant Son.
Boughs are daily rifled

By the gusty thieves,
And the book of Nature
Getteth short of leaves.

The Season.
With fingers weary and worn,

With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat in unwomanly rags
Plying her needle and thread,

Stitch! stitch! stitch! The Song of the Shirt.
O men with sisters dear,

O men with mothers and wives,
It is not linen you 're wearing out,
But human creatures' lives ! 1

Sewing at once a double thread,
A shroud as well as a shirt.

O God! that bread should be so dear,
And flesh and blood so cheap!

No blessed leisure for love or hope,
But only time for grief.

My tears must stop, for every drop
Hinders needle and thread.


1 See Scott, page 493.

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!

Alas for the rarity
Of Christian charity
Under the sun!

Even God's providence
Seeming estrang'd.

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 mg Hat

GEORGE LINLEY. 1798-1865.

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

Ever of Thes

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

Thou art gone
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 This song — 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.


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

Oliver's Adrice. 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 ir. Line 389.

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

Book cüi. 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;& 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 Conrention, 1855. 1 There is a well-authenticated anecdote of Cromwell. On a certain occssion, when his troops were about crossing a river to attack the enemy, he concluded an address, couched in the usual 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: Leller æxxv. Dre. 19, 1769.

It (Calvinism) established a religion without a prelate, a government without a king. - George BANCROFT : History of the United States, not üi. 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 was gone,
And the nightingale was mute.

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

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

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.


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. Although Mr. Choate has usually been credited with the original atter. 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 have left an impression more delightful than permanent. – FRANKLIN J. Dickman: Review of a Lecture by Rufus Choate, Providence Journal, Dec. 14, 1849.

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