THE bath obsequious, beauty's smile, THE beings of the mind are not of clay; And multiply in us a brighter ray And more belov'd existence: that which Fate Of mortal bondage, by these spirits supplied, BYRON. THE Woes of the imagination have this dire preeminence over such as spring from real evils, that, while these can warm at times in benevolent joy, or even brighten for a moment to the flash of innocent gaiety, the selfishness of the former, chequered by no kindly feeling, reflects not the sunny smile; as the dark and noisome fog drinks in vain the beam of Heaven. MARY BRUNTON. EXTEND generosity, it is profuseness; Indulge sensibility, it is weakness. A MAN should never be ashamed to own he has been in the wrong, which is but saying in other words, that he is wiser to-day than he was yesterday. POPE. WRITTEN ON A PANE OF GLASS. FOR many a year hath this transparent pane Oft, on a winter's eve, when all within Have been its lot. Oft hath the setting sun, Be of good courage! If thy heart be pure, And like this pane transparent, hath not aught So pure, so good, she scarce could guess at sin, A DESIRE of Knowledge is natural to the mind of man; and nothing discovers the true quality and disposition of the mind more than the particular kind of knowledge it is fond of. Thus, we see, low and little minds are most delighted with a knowledge of trifles; an indolent mind with that which serves only for amusement in the entertainment of fancy; a curious mind is best pleased with facts; a judicious penetrating mind, with demonstrations and mathematical science; a worldly mind esteems no knowledge like that of the world; but a wise and pious man, before all other kinds of knowledge, prefers that of God and his own soul. MASON. SAY, what is Honour ?-'tis the finest sense And guard the way of life from all offence WORDSWORTH. IN youth, the spirits are never long depressed, especially by uncertain or remote sorrow; but as a captive butterfly, when the pressure on its wings is removed, flutters them again, with all their glittering dyes and buoyancy uninjured, so do the spirits of youth quickly resume their elasticity and brilliancy. My conscience is my crown, Enough I reckon wealth; That mean, the surest lot, That lies too high for base contempt, My wishes are but few, All easy to fulfill; I make the limits of my power The bounds unto my will. I fear no care for gold, I clip high climbing thoughts, Since sails of largest size I wrestle not with rage, But when the flame is out, And taught with often proof, |