Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame, Will never mark the marble with his Name. a. Port.—Moral Essays. Ep. III. L. 285.
Spires whose " silent finger points to heaven." 6. Wordsworth—The Excursion.
Bk. VI. Quoted from Coleridge—
The Friend.
An itch of disputing will prove the scab of churches.
c. Sir Henry Wotton—A Panegyric to
King Charles.
CIRCLES.
Circles and right lines limit and close all bodies, and the mortal right-lined circle must conclude and shut up all.
d. Sir Thomas Browne—Hydriotaphia.
Ch.V.
The eye is the first circle; the horizon which it forms is the second; and throughout nature this primary figure is repeated without end. It is the highest emblem in the cipher of the world.
e. Emerson—Essays. Circles.
As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake ;
The centre mov'd, a circle straight succeeds.
Another still, and still another spreads.
/. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. IV.
L. 364
I'm up and down and round about,
Yet all the world can't find me out;
Though hundreds have employed their leisure,
They never yet could find my measure.
g. Swift—On a Circle.
I watch'd the little circles die;
They past into the level flood.
h. Tennyson—The Miller's Daughter.
St. 10.
On the lecture slate
The circle rounded under female hands With flawless demonstration. ». Tennyson— The I*rincess. II. L. 349.
Circles are praised, not that abound In largeness, but the exactly round. j. Edmund Waller—Long and Short Life.
CIRCUMSTANCE.
The fortuitous or casual concourse of atoms. k. Richard Bentley—Sermons, VII.
Works, Vol. III., p. 147. 1692. See also Sir Robert Pkel's Address. Quarterly Review. Vol. LIII. p. 270. 1835.
I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse—borne away with every breath! 1. Byron—Sardanapalus. Act IV. Sc. 1.
Men are the sport of circumstances, when . The circumstances seem the sport of men. m. Byron—Don Juan. Canto V. St. 17.
Thus neither the praise nor the blame is our own. n. Cowpeh—Letter to Mr. Newton.
Man is not the creature of circumstances,
Circumstances are the creatures of men.
0. Benj. Disraeli—VivianGrey. Vol.11.
Bk. VI. Ch. 7.
It is circumstances (difficulties) which show what men are. p. Epictetus—Ch. XXIV. Quoted
from Ovid—Trutia. IV. 3. 79. Sc. 1. Long's trans.
To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives.
g. Goldsmith— The Vicar of WakefieM.
Ch. XXI. Circumstances alter cases.
r. Haliburton— The Old Judge. Ch. XV.
Thus we see, too, in the world that some persons assimilate only what is ugly and evil from the same moral circumstances which supply good and beautiful results—the fragrance of celestial flowers—to the daily life of others.
1. Nath. Hawthorne—Mosses from an
Old Manse. The Old Manse.
For these attacks do not contribute to make us frail but rather show us to be what we are. t. Thos. X Kempis—Imitation of Christ.
Dibdin's trans. Bk. I. Ch. XVI.
Condition, circumstance is not the thing. «. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. IV. L. 57.
The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.
v. Scott—Answer of the Author of Waverly
to the Letter of Captain Clutterbuck.
The Monastery.
Leave frivolous circumstances. w. Taming of the Shrew. ActV. Sc. 1.
L. 27.
My circumstances
Being so near the truth as I will make them, Must first induce you to believe. x. Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 62.
The Lie with Circumstance. y. As You Like It. ActV. Sc. 4. L. 100.
And grasps the skirts of happy chance. And breasts the blows of circumstance. z. Tennyson—InMemoriam. Pt. LXIII.
St. 2.
So runs the round of life from hour to hour. aa. Tennyson—Circumstance.
CIRCUMSTANCE.
CITIES—DELFT.
97
This fearful concatenation of circumstances. a. Dan'l Webster—Argument. The
Murde.r of Captain Joseph White. 1830. Vol. VI. P. 88.
Circumstances over which I have no control. >. Wellington (Duke of)—Letters.
About 1839 or 1840.
Who does the best that circumstance allows,
Does well, acts nobly, angels could no more.
e. Yockg—Night Thoughts. Night II.
L. 90.
CITIES.
Seven cities vied for Homer'sbirth with emulation pious:
Salamis, Samoa, Calophon, Rhodes, Argos, Athens, Chios,
d. Greek Anthology.
I live not in myself, but I become
Portion of that around me; and to me
High mountains are a feeling, but the ham
Of human cities torture.
e. Byron—ChUde Harold. Canto III.
St. 72.
In the busy haunts of men.
/. Mrs. Hemans— Tale of the Secret
Tribunal. Pt. 1. L. 2.
The axis of the earth sticks out visibly through the centre of each and every town or city.
g. 0. W. Holmes— The Autocrat of the
Breakfast Table. VI.
Far from gay cities, and the ways of men.
A. Hombk—Tft« Odyssey. Bk. 14. L.410.
Pope's trans.
Even cities have their graves!
». Longfellow—Amalfi. St. 6.
Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.
j. Milton—L'Allegro. L. 117.
The people are the city.
k. Coriolanus. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 200.
The city of dreadful night.
1. James Thomson—Current Literature for 1889. P. 492.
Athena.
Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in
soul? Gone—glimmering through the dream of
things that were;
First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away—Is this the whole? m. Bybon—Childe Harold. Canto II.
St. 2.
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts
And eloquence.
n. Milton—Paradise Regained. Bk. IV.
L. 240.
Boston.
The sea returning day by day
Restores the world-wide mart.
So let each dweller on the Bay
Fold Boston in his heart
Till these echoes be choked with snows
Or over the town blue ocean flows.
o. Emerson—Boston. St. 20.
Boston State-house is the hub of the solar system. You couldn' t pry that out of a Boston man if you had the tire of all creation straight- ened out for a crow-bar.
p. O. W. Holmes— The Autocrat of the
Breakfast Table. VI.
A solid man of Boston
A comfortable man with dividends,
And the first salmon and the first green peas.
g. Longfellow—New England Tragedies.
John Endicott. Act IV.
Carcassonne.
How old I am ! I'm eighty years!
I've worked both hard and long,
Yet patient as my life has been,
One dearest sight I have not seen—
It almost seems a wrong;
A dream I had when life was new.
Alas our dreams! they come not true;
I thought to see fair Carcassonne,
That lovely city—Carcassonne!
r. Gcstave Nadadd—Quoted in Marvin
R. Vincent's In the Shadow of the.
Pyrenees. Ch. XVII.
Cologne.
In Koln, a town of monks and bones,
And pavement fang'd with murderous stones,
And rags and hags, and hideous wenches,
I counted two-and-seventy stenches,
All well denned, and several stinks!
Ye nymphs that reign o'er sewers and sinks,
The River Rhine, it is well known,
Doth wash your city of Cologne;
But tell me, nymphs! what power divine
Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?
s. Coleridge—Cologne.
Delft.
What land is this? Yon pretty town Is Delft, with all its wares displayed:
The pride, the market-place, the crown And centre of the Potter's trade, *. Longfellow—Keramos. L. 66.
CITIES—DRESDEN.
CITIES—VENICE.
Dresden.
At Dresden on the Elbe, that handsome city, Where straw hats, verses, and cigars are
made. They've built (it well may make us feel
afraid,) A music club and music warehouse pretty.
a. Heine—Book of Songs. Sonnets.
Dresden Poetry.
Florence.
Ungrateful Florence! Dante sleeps afar, Like Scipio, buried by the upbraiding shore.
b. Byron—Childe Harold.
Canto IV. St. 57.
London.
A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping,
Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping
In sight, then lost amidst the forestry
Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping
On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown Ona fool'shead—and there is London Town,
c. Bybon—Don Juan. Canto X. St. 82.
London ! the needy villain's general home,
The common sewer of Paris and of Rome!
With eager thirst, by folly or by fate,
Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state.
d. Sam'L Johnson—London. L. 93.
Naples.
Naples sitteth by the sea, keystone of an arch
of azure. «. Tupper—Proverbial Philosophy.
Of Death. L. 53.
Nuremburg.
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where,
Across broad meadow-lands,
Rise the blue Franconian mountains,
Nuremburg, the ancient, stands.
/. Longfellow—Nuremburg.
Paris.
Oood Americans when they die go to Paris. g. Thos. Appleton—See also 0. W.
Holmes. Autocrat of the Breakfast
Table. VI.
When you've walked up the Rue la Paix at
Paris,
Been to the Louvre and the Tuileries, And to Versailles, although to go so far is
A thing not quite consistent with your ease, And—but the mass of objects quite a bar is To my describing what the traveller sees. You who have ever been to Paris, know ; And you who have not been to Paris—go! h. Ruskin—A Tour Through France.
St. 12.
Philadelphia.
Hail! Philadelphia, tho' Quaker thou be.
The birth-day of medical honors to thee
In this country belongs; 'twas thou caught
the flame, That crossing the ocean irom Englishmen
came,
And kindled the fires of Wisdom and Knowledge,
Inspired the student, erected a college,
First held a commencement with suitable
state,
In the year of our Lord, seventeen sixty-eight. ». Wm. Todd Helmuth—The Story of a
City Doctor.
Rome.
0 Rome! my country ! city of the soul!
j. Byron— Childe Harold. Canto IV.
St. 78.
When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;
And when Rome falls—the World.
*. Bybon— Childe Harold. Canto IV.
St. 145. It was the calm and silent night!
Seven hundred years and fifty-three Had Rome been growing up to might
And now was queen of land and sea. No sound was heard of clashing wars,
Peace brooded o'er the hushed domain; Apollo, Pallas, Jove and Mars,
Held undisturbed their ancient reign. In the solemn midnight,
Centuries ago.
I. Alfred Domett—Chrittmas ffymn.
Rome, Rome, thou art no more
As thou hast been!
On thy seven hills of yore
Thou sat'st a queen.
m. Mbs. Hemans—Roman Girti Song.
See the wild Waste of all-devouring years! How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears, With nodding arches, broken temples spread ( The very Tombs now vanish'd like their dead ! n. Pope—Moral Essays. Ep. to Addition.
1 am in Rome ! Oft as the morning ray Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry, Whence this excess of joy ? What has befallen
me?
And from within a thrilling voice replies,
Thou art in Rome! A thousand busy thoughts
Rush on my mind, a thousand images ;
And I spring up as girt to run a race!
o. Sam'l Rookks—Rome.
Venice.
In Venice, Tasso's echoes are no more,
And silent rows the songless gondolier;
Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear, p. Bybon—Childe Harold. Canto IV.
St. 3. CITIES—VENICE.
CLOUDS.
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;
A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structure rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand: A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles
O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the wingM Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate|in state, throned on her
hundred isles, o. Byron— Childe Harold. Canto IV.
St. 1.
Venice once was dear,
The pleasant place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.
fc. Byron— Childe Harold. Canto IV.
St. 3.
White swan of cities, slumbering in thy nest 80 wonderfully built among the reeds Of the lagoon, that fences thee and feeds,
As sayeth thy old historian and thy guest!
c. Longfellow— Venire.
The sylphs and ondines
And the sea-kings and queens Long ago, long ago, on the waves built a city,
As lovely as seems
To some bard in his dreams, The soul of his latest love-ditty.
d. Owen Meredith— Venice.
CLEANLINESS.
For cleanness of body was ever esteemed to proceed from a due reverence to God, to society, and to ourselves.
e. Bacon—Advancement of Learning.
Bk. n.
If dirt was trumps, what hands you would hold! /. Charles Lamb—Lamb's Suppers.
Vol. II. Last Chapter.
I'll purge and leave sack and live cleanly. g. Henry IV. Pt. 1. ActV. Sc. 4.
L. 168. Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch
At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb; Keep clean, be as fruit, earn life, and watch, Till the white-winged reapers come. A. Henry Vaughan—The Seed Growing
Secretly.
Certainly this is a duty, not a sin. "Cleanliness is indeed next to godliness." t. John Wesley—Sermon XCII.
On Dress.
CLOUDS.
I saw two clouds at morning
Tinged by the rising sun,
And in the dawn they floated on
And mingled into one.
}. John G. C. Braikard—/ Saw Two
Clouds at Morning.
O, it is pleasant, with a heart at ease,
Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies,
To make the shifting clouds be what you
please,
Or let the easily persuaded eyes
Own each quaint likeness issuing from the
mould
Of a friend's fancy.
*. Coleridge—Fancy in Nubibus.
The sky is filled with rolling, fleecy clouds, whose flat receding bases seem to float upon a transparent amber sea.
/. W. H. Gibson—Pastoral Days.
Autumn.
Die down, O dismal day ! * *
And come, blue deeps! magnificently strewn
With colored clouds—large, light, and fugi-
tive—
By upper winds through pompous motions
blown. m. David Gray—In the Shadows. St. 11.
The cloudlets are lazily sailing O'er the blue Atlantic sea. n. Heine—Early Poems. Evening Songs.
No. 4.
The clouds,—the only birds that never sleep. o. Victor Hugo—The Vanished City.
By unseen hands uplifted in the light
Of sunset, yonder solitary cloud
Floats, with its white apparel blown abroad,
And wafted up to heaven.
p. Longfellow—Michael Angela.
Pt. n. 2.
See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft
So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away
Over the snowy peaks!
q. Longfellow—Chratia. The Golden
Legend. Pt. V. L. 145.
The low'ring element Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape r. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. II.
L. 490.
There does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night, And casts a gleam over this tufted grove. ». Milton—Comus. L. 223.
If woolly fleeces spread the heavenly way No rain, be sure, disturbs the summer's day. t. Old Weather Rhyme.
When clouds appear like rocks and towers,
The earth's refreshed by frequent showers.
u. Old Weather Rhyme.
Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven,
Curtain round the vault of heaven.
v. Thomas Love Peacock—Rhododaphne.
Canto V. L. 257.
100
CLOUDS.
COMPARISONS.
Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.
a. Pope—Moral Essays. Epistle 2. L. 19.
Clouds on the western side Grow gray and grayer, hiding the warm sun.
b. Christina G. Rossetti—Twilight Calm.
We often praise the evening clouds,
And tints so gay and bold,
But seldom think upon our God,
Who tinged these clouds with gold.
c. Scott—The Setting Sun.
Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the
clouds.
rf. Troilus and Cressida. Act IV. Sc. 5.
L. 220.
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain.
And laugh as I pass in thunder. e. Shelley—The Cloud.
Bathed in the tenderest purple of distance,
Tinted and shadowed by pencils of air,
Thy battlements hang o'er the slopes and the
forests,
Seats of the gods in the limitless ether,
Looming sublimely aloft and afar.
/. Bayard Tayloe—Kilima.ndja.ro.
Yonder cloud
That rises upward always higher,
And onward drags a laboring breast,
And topples round the dreary west,
A looming bastion fringed with fire.
g. Tennyson—In iWemoriam. Pt. XV.
A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun;
A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow;
»»*»**
Tranquil its spirit seemed and floated slow ;
Even in its very motion there was rest;
While every breath of eve that chanced to
blow
Wafted the traveller to the beauteous west.
A. John Wilson—Isle of Palms and other
Potmt. The Evening Cloud.
The clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober coloring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.
». WORDSWORTH—Oilr. Intimations of
Immortality. St. 11.
COMFOBT.
They have most satisfaction in themselves, and consequently the sweetest relish of their creature comforts.
j. Mathew Henry—Commentaries.
Psalm XXXVII.
From out the throng and stress of lies.
From out the painful noise of sighs,
One voice of comfort seems to rise :
" It is the meaner part that dies."
k. Wm. Morris—Comfort.
And He that doth the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to my age!
I. As You Like It. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 43.
Men
Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel. m. Much Ado About Nothing. Act V.
Sc. 1. L. 21.
That comfort comes too late;
'Tis like a pardon after execution;
That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd
me;
But now I am past all comforts here, but Prayers. n. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 119.
COMPANIONSHIP.
His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony ;
Tarn lo'ed him like a vera brither—
They had been fou for weeks thegither!
o. Burns—Tarn o' Shanter.
We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans fine.
p. Burns—Avid Lang Syne.
Say, shall my little bark attendant sail.
Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale?
q. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. 4. L. 385.
No man can be provident of his time that is not prudent in the choice of his company, r. Jeremy Taylor—Holy Living and
Dying. Ch. I. Sec. I.
COMPARISONS.
Defining night by darkness, death by dust. s. Bailey—Festus. Sc. Water and Wood.
Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains The east; 'tis time unfolds Eternity.
t. Bailey—Festii*. Sc. A Ruined Temptr.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Quotations on Choice
CHOICE.
91
If there is anything that will endure
The eye of God, because it still is pure,
It is the spirit of a little child.
Fresh from his hand, and therefore undefiled.
a. R. H. Stoddard—The Children's
Prayer.
" Not a child : I call myself a boy," Says my king, with accent stern yet mild:
Now nine years have brought him change of
joy—
" Not a child."
6. Swinbubne—Not a Child. St. 1.
But still I dream that somewhere there must
be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
c. Bayard Taylob—The Poet's Journal.
Third Evening.
Oh, for boyhood's time of June,
Crowding years in one brief moon,
When all things I heard or saw.
Me, their master, waited for.
d. Whittier— The Barefoot Boy. St. 3.
A simple child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ?
e. Wordsworth— We Are Seven.
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.
/. Wordsworth—To a Butterfly.
The child is father of the man.
g. Wordsworth—My Heart Leaps Up.
The booby father craves a booby son,
And by heaven's blessing thinks himself un-
done.
A. Young—Lmc of Fame. Satire II.
L. 1.
CHOICE.
Both Regiments or none, t. Samuel Adams—(For the Boston Town Meeting.) To Gov. Hutchinson, demanding the withdrawal of the British troops from Boston after March 5th, 1776.
Be ignorance thy choice where knowledge leads to woe. j. Beattib— The Minstrel. Bk. II.
St. 30.
He that will not when he may,
When he will he shall have nay.
t. Burton—Quoted in Anat. of Mel.
Pt. III. Sect. 2. Mem. 5. Subs. 5.
Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock! 1. Bybon— The Giaour. L. 969.
What voice did on my spirit fall,
Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost?
'Tis better to have fought and lost
Than never to have fought at all!
m. Arthur Hugh Clough—Peschiera.
Life often presents us with a choice of evils, rather than of goods. n. C. C. Colton—Lacon. P. 362.
The strongest principle of growth lies in human choice. o. George Eliot—Daniel Deronda.
Bk. VI. Ch. XLII.
God offers to every mind its choice between truth and repose. p. Emerson—Essay. Intellect.
Give house-room to the best; 'tis never
known
Vertue and pleasure both to dwell in one. q. Herbick—Hesperides. Choose for the
Best.
More dear is meadow breath than stormy
wind,
And when my mind for meditation's meant, The seaweed is preferred to the shore's extent,
The swallow to the main it leaves behind. r. Victor Hugo—The Humble Home.
Where passion leads or prudence points the way. ». Robert Lowth—The Choice of
Hercules. 1.
Rather than be less Car'd not to be at all. t. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk.II. L.47.
Who would not, finding way, break loose
from hell,
****** And boldly venture to whatever place Farthest from pain? u. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. IV.
L. 889.
Choose always the way that seems the best, however rough it may be. Custom will render it easy and agreeable.
«. Pythagoras—Ethical Sentence* from
Stobieus.
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Than you should such dishonour undergo. w. Tempest. Act. III. 8c. 1. L. 26.
I will not choose what many men desire, Because I will not jump with common spirits, And rank me with the barbarous multitudes. x. Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 9.
L. 31. 92
CHOICE.
CHRIST.
Preferment goes by letter and affection, o. Othello. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 36.
Which of them shall I take? Both? one? or neither? Neither can be en-
joy'd, If both remain alive.
b. King Lear. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 57.
" Thy royal will be done—'tis just," Replied the wretch, and kissed the dust;
" Since, my last moments to assuage, Your Majesty's humane decree Has deigned to leave the choice to me,
I'll die, so please you, of old age."
c. Horace Smith—The Jester Condemned
to Death.
When to elect there is but one,
' Tis Hobson's Choice; take that or none.
d. Thos. Ward—England's Reformation.
Canto IV. L. 896.
Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan, suckled in a creed outworn ;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less for-
lorn ;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea,
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
e. Wordsworth—Miscellaneous Sonnets.
ft. I. Sonnet XXXIII.
A strange alternative * * *
Must women have a doctor or a dance?
/. Young—Love of Fame. Satire V.
L. 189.
CHRIST.
Star unto star speaks light, and world to
world
Repeats the passage of the universe
To God; the name of Christ—the one great
word
Well wortli all languages in earth or Heaven.
Lovely was the death Of Him whose life was Love! Holy with
power,
He on the thought-benighted Skeptic beamed
Manifest Godhead.
h. Coleridge—Religious Muting*. L. 29.
Hail, 0 bleeding Head and wounded,
With a crown of thorns surrounded,
Buffeted, and bruised and battered,
Smote with reed by striking shattered.
Face with spittle vilely smeared !
Hail, whose visage sweet and comely,
Marred by fouling stains and homely,
Changed as to its blooming color,
All now turned to deathly pallor,
Making heavenly hosts affeared !
t. Abraham Coles—In Literature and
Poetry by Philip Schaff. P. 250.
Translation of Passion Hymn of
St. Bernard nf Clairvaux.
He was the word that spake it,
He took the bread and brake it;
And what that word did make it,
I do believe and take it.
j. Donne—Divine Poems. On the
Sacrament. (In Chalmer's English
Poets.)
In darkness there is no choice. It is light that enables us to see the differences between things ; and it is Christ that gives us light.
k. 3. C. and A. W. Hare— Guesses at
Truth.
Who did leave His Father's throne,
To assume thy flesh and bone?
Had He life, or had He none ?
If He had not liv'd for thee,
Thou hadst died most wretchedly
And two deaths had been thy fee.
1. Herbert—The Church. Business.
One Name above all glorious names
With its ten thousand tongues
The everlasting sea proclaims,
Echoing angelic songs,
m. Keble—The Christian Year.
Sepluagesima Sunday. St. 9.
All His glory and beauty come from within, and there He delights to dwell, His visits there are frequent. His conversation sweet, His comforts refreshing; and His peace passing all understanding.
n. Thomas X Kempis—Imitation of Christ. Bk. II. Ch. I. Dibdin's trans.
God never gave man a thing to do concerning which it were irreverent to ponder how the Son of God would have done it.
o. George MAcdona Ld— The Marquis of Lassie. Vol. II. Ch. XVII.
The Pilot of the Galilean Lake.
p. Milton—Lycidas. L. 109.
But chiefly Thou, Whom soft-eyed Pity once led down from
Heaven
To bleed for man, to teach him how to live, And, oh ! still harder lesson 1 how to die g. Bishop Porteus—Death. L. 316.
In those holy fields.
Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were
nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
r. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 1.
L.24 And so the Word had breath, and wrought
With human hands the creed of creeds
In loveliness of perfectdeeds,
More strong than all poetic thought;
Which he may read that binds the sheaf,
Or builds the house, or digs the grave,
And those wild eyes that watch the waves In roarings round the coral reef.
». Tennyson—In Memoriam. Pt. XXXVI. CHRIST.
CHRISTIAN.
93
Ilia love at once and dread instruct our
thought;
As man He suffer'd and as God He taught, a. Edmund Waller—OS Divine Love.
Canto III. L. 41.
CHRISTIAN.
Christians have burnt each other, quite
persuaded That all the Apostles would have done as they
did. 6. Bybon—Don Juan. Canto I. 8t 85.
His Christianity was muscular.
c. Benj. Disraeli—Endymitm. Ch. XIV.
A Christian is God Almighty's gentleman.
d, J. C. and A. W. Hake—Queues at
Truth.
Look in, and see Christ's chosen saint
In triumph wear his ChrisHike chain;
No fear lest he should swerve or faint;
" His life is Christ, his death is gain."
«. Keble— The Christian Year. St. Luke.
The Evangelist.
Servant of God, well done, well hast thou
fought
The better fight.
/. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. VI.
L. 29.
Persons of mean understandings, not so inquisitive, nor so well instructed, are made good Christians, and by reverence and obedience, implicitly believe, and abide by their belief.
g. Montaigne—Essays. Of Vain
Subtleties.
Yes,—rather plunge me back in pagan night, And take my chance with Socrates for bliss, Than be the Christian of a faith like this, Which builds on heavenly cant its earthly
sway,
And in a convert mourns to lose a prey.
A. Moore—Intolerance. L. 68.
Yet still a sad, good Christian at the heart.
t. Pope— Moral Essay. Ep. II. L. 68.
You are Christians of the best edition, all picked and culled. /. Rabelais— Works. Bk. IV. Ch. L.
A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion,
To pray for them that have done scathe to
us.
t. Richard III. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 316.
For in converting Jews to Christians, you raise the price of pork.
1. Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc.5.
L. 38.
If thou keep promise, I shall end this strife.
Become a Christian and thy loving wife.
To. Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 3.
L. 20.
I hate him for he is a Christian,
n. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 3.
L. 43.
It is spoke as Christians ought to speak. o. Merry Wives of Windsor. Act I. Sc. 1.
L. 103.
Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has. p. Twelfth Night. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 88.
My daughter! 0, my ducats! 0, my daughter! Fled with a Christian I 0 my Christian
ducats. q. Merchant of Venice. Act H. Sc. 8.
L. 16.
O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealings teaches them
suspect
The thoughts of others.
r. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 3.
L. 162.
Plant neighborhood and Christian-like accord In their sweet bosoms. s. Henry V. Act 5. Sc. 2. L. 381.
The Hebrew will turn Christian: he grows
kind. t. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 3.
L. 179.
This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs : if we grow all to be pork-eaters, we shall not shortly have a rasher on the coals for money.
v. Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 5.
L. 24.
I thank the goodness and the grace
Which on my birth have smiled,
And made me, in these Christian days
A happy Christian child.
v. Jane Taylor—A Child's Hymn of
Praise.
Whatever makes men good Christians, makes them good citizens. w Daniel Wkbster—Speech at Plymouth. Dec. 22, 1820. Vol. I. P. 44.
A Christian is Hie highest style of man.
x. Youwo— Night Thoughts. Night IV.
L. 788.
CHRISTMAS.
CHRISTMAS.
CHRISTMAS.
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall. a. Thos. Haynes Bayly—The Mistletoe
Bough.
No trumpet-blast profaned
The hour in which the Prince of Peace was
born; No bloody streamlet stained
Earth's silver rivers on that sacred morn.
6. Bryant—Christmas in 1875.
For little children everywhere
A joyous season still we make;
We bring our precious gifts to them,
Even for the dear child Jesus' sake.
c. Piikiik Caby—Christinas.
O most illustrious of the days of time!
Day full of joy and benison to earth
When Thou wast born, sweet Babe of
Bethlehem!
Witli dazzling pomp descending angels sung
Good will and peace to men, to Ciod due praise,
Who on the errand of salvation sent
Thee, Son Beloved ! of plural Unity
Essential part, made flesh that mad'st all
worlds.
d. Abraham Coles—The Microcosm and
Other Poems. P. 118.
We ring the bells and we raise the strain,
We hang up garlands everywhere
And bid the tapers twinkle fair,
And feast and frolic—and then we go
Back to the same old lives again.
e. Susan Coolidge—Christmas.
How bless'd, how envied, were our life,
Could we but scape the poulterer's knife!
But man, curs'd man, on Turkeys preys,
And Christmas shortens all our days:
Sometimes with oysters we combine,
Sometimes assist the savory chine;
From the low peasant to the lord,
The Turkey smokes on every board.
/. Gay—Fables. Pt. 1. Fable 39.
What babe new born is this that in a manger
cries?
Near on her lowly bed his happy mother lies. Oh, see the air is shaken with white and
heavenly wings— This is the Lord of all the earth, this is .the
King of Kings. g. R. W. Gilder—A Christmas Hymn.
St. 4.
Hail to the King of Bethlehem,
Who wearetli in his diadem
The yellow crocus for the gem
Of his authority!
A. Longfellow— Christut. Golden Legend.
Pt. III.
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men 1 t. Longfellow—Christmas Sells. St. 1.
Shepherds at the grange,
Where the Babe was born, Sang with many a change,
Christmas carols until morn.
j. Longfellow—By the Fireside.
A Christmas Carol. St. 3.
Ring out, ye crystal spheres!
Once bless our human ears,
If ye have power to touch our senses so;
And let your silver chime
Move in melodious time,
And let the bass of Heaven's deep organ
blow;
And with your ninefold harmony
Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
k. Milton—Hymn. On the Horning of
Cltrist's Nativity. St. 13.
This is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King,
Of wedded maid and virgin mother born,
Our great redemption from above did bring,
For so the holy sages once did sing,
That He our deadly forfeit should release,
And with His Father work us a perpetual
peace. I. Milton—Hymn. On the Morning of
Christ's Nativity.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all
through the house
Not a creature was stirring,—not even a mouse: The stockings were hung by the chimney with
care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be
there.
m. Clement C. Moore—A Visit from St.
Nicholas.
God rest ye, little children; let nothing you
affright, For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this
happy night; Along the hills of Galilee the white flocks
sleeping lay, When Christ, the Child of Nazareth, was born
on Christmas day. n. D. M. Mitlock—A Christmas Carol.
St. 2.
It is the Christmas time:
And up and down 'twixt heaven and earth,
In glorious grief and solemn mirth,
The shining angels climb.
o. D. M. Mulock—A Hymn for Christmas
Morning.
CHRISTMAS.
CHURCHES.
95
At Christmas-tide the open hand
Scatters its bounty o'er sea and land,
And none are left to grieve alone,
For Love is heaven and claims its own.
a. Maboaret E. Sanqstee—The Christmas
Tide.
As many mince pies as you taste at Christmas, so many happy months will you have.
b. Old English Saying.
England was merry England, when
Old Christmas brought his sports again.
'Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest ale;
'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale;
A Christmas gambol oft could cheer
The poor man's heart through half the year.
c. Scott—Marmion. Canto VI.
Introduction.
At Christmas I no more desire a rose, Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth.
d. Love's Labour's Lost. Act. I. Be. 1.
L.107.
Be merry all, be merry all,
With holly dress the festive hall;
Prepare the song, the feast, the ball,
To welcome merry Christmas.
«. W. R. Spencer—The Joys of Christmas.
The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid ; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist.
/. Tennyson—In Memonam.
pt. xxvni.
"With trembling fingers did we weave
The holly round the Christmas hearth;
A rainy cloud possess'd the earth,
And sadly fell our Christmas-eve.
g. Tennyson—In Memoriam. Pt. XXX.
At Christmas play, and make good cheer,
For Christmas comes but once a year.
A. Tusbeb—Five Hundred Points of Good
Husbandry. Ch. XII.
The sun doth shake
Light from his locks, and, all the way
Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day.
». Hknby Vaughan—Christ's Nativity.
Blow, bugles of battle, the marches of peace; East, west, north, and south let the long
quarrel cease; Sing the song of great joy that the angels
began,
Sing of glory to God and of good-will to man ! j. WurrriEB—A Christmas Carmen.
St. 3.
CHURCHES.
Oh ! St. Patrick was a gentleman
Who came of decent people;
He built a church in Dublin town,
And on it put a steeple.
k. Henby Bennett—St. Patrick Was a
Gentleman.
An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches in flat countries with spire steeples, which, as they cannot be referred to any other object, point as with silent finger to the sky and stars.
I. Coleridge—The Friend.
" What is a church ?" Let Truth and reason
speak, They would reply, "The faithful, pure and
meek,
From Christian folds, the one selected race, Of all professions, and in every place." m. Crabbe—The Borough. Letter II. L.I.
What is a church ?—Our honest sexton tells,
'Tis a tall building, with a tower and bells.
n. Crabbe— The Borough. Letter II.
Xi.ll.
Whenever God erects a house of prayer
The devil always builds a chapel there;
And 'twill be found, upon examination,
The latter has the largest congregation.
o. Defoe— True Born Englishman.
Pt. I. L.I.
God never had a church but there, men say,
The devil a chapel hath raised by some wiles,
I doubted of this saw, till on a day
I westward spied great Edinburgh's Saint
Giles.
p. Drummond—Posthumous Poems.
A Proverb.
It is common for those that are farthest from God, to boast themselves most of their being near to the Church.
q. Mathew Henry—Commentaries.
Jeremiah VII.
And she (the Roman Catholic Church) may still exist in undiminished vigor, when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.
r. Macaulay—Review of Ranke's History
of the Popes.
No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n,
Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n :
But such plain roofs as Piety could raise,
And only vocal with the Maker's praise.
J. Pope— Eloisu, to Abelard. L. 137.
91
If there is anything that will endure
The eye of God, because it still is pure,
It is the spirit of a little child.
Fresh from his hand, and therefore undefiled.
a. R. H. Stoddard—The Children's
Prayer.
" Not a child : I call myself a boy," Says my king, with accent stern yet mild:
Now nine years have brought him change of
joy—
" Not a child."
6. Swinbubne—Not a Child. St. 1.
But still I dream that somewhere there must
be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
c. Bayard Taylob—The Poet's Journal.
Third Evening.
Oh, for boyhood's time of June,
Crowding years in one brief moon,
When all things I heard or saw.
Me, their master, waited for.
d. Whittier— The Barefoot Boy. St. 3.
A simple child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ?
e. Wordsworth— We Are Seven.
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.
/. Wordsworth—To a Butterfly.
The child is father of the man.
g. Wordsworth—My Heart Leaps Up.
The booby father craves a booby son,
And by heaven's blessing thinks himself un-
done.
A. Young—Lmc of Fame. Satire II.
L. 1.
CHOICE.
Both Regiments or none, t. Samuel Adams—(For the Boston Town Meeting.) To Gov. Hutchinson, demanding the withdrawal of the British troops from Boston after March 5th, 1776.
Be ignorance thy choice where knowledge leads to woe. j. Beattib— The Minstrel. Bk. II.
St. 30.
He that will not when he may,
When he will he shall have nay.
t. Burton—Quoted in Anat. of Mel.
Pt. III. Sect. 2. Mem. 5. Subs. 5.
Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock! 1. Bybon— The Giaour. L. 969.
What voice did on my spirit fall,
Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost?
'Tis better to have fought and lost
Than never to have fought at all!
m. Arthur Hugh Clough—Peschiera.
Life often presents us with a choice of evils, rather than of goods. n. C. C. Colton—Lacon. P. 362.
The strongest principle of growth lies in human choice. o. George Eliot—Daniel Deronda.
Bk. VI. Ch. XLII.
God offers to every mind its choice between truth and repose. p. Emerson—Essay. Intellect.
Give house-room to the best; 'tis never
known
Vertue and pleasure both to dwell in one. q. Herbick—Hesperides. Choose for the
Best.
More dear is meadow breath than stormy
wind,
And when my mind for meditation's meant, The seaweed is preferred to the shore's extent,
The swallow to the main it leaves behind. r. Victor Hugo—The Humble Home.
Where passion leads or prudence points the way. ». Robert Lowth—The Choice of
Hercules. 1.
Rather than be less Car'd not to be at all. t. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk.II. L.47.
Who would not, finding way, break loose
from hell,
****** And boldly venture to whatever place Farthest from pain? u. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. IV.
L. 889.
Choose always the way that seems the best, however rough it may be. Custom will render it easy and agreeable.
«. Pythagoras—Ethical Sentence* from
Stobieus.
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Than you should such dishonour undergo. w. Tempest. Act. III. 8c. 1. L. 26.
I will not choose what many men desire, Because I will not jump with common spirits, And rank me with the barbarous multitudes. x. Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 9.
L. 31. 92
CHOICE.
CHRIST.
Preferment goes by letter and affection, o. Othello. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 36.
Which of them shall I take? Both? one? or neither? Neither can be en-
joy'd, If both remain alive.
b. King Lear. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 57.
" Thy royal will be done—'tis just," Replied the wretch, and kissed the dust;
" Since, my last moments to assuage, Your Majesty's humane decree Has deigned to leave the choice to me,
I'll die, so please you, of old age."
c. Horace Smith—The Jester Condemned
to Death.
When to elect there is but one,
' Tis Hobson's Choice; take that or none.
d. Thos. Ward—England's Reformation.
Canto IV. L. 896.
Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan, suckled in a creed outworn ;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less for-
lorn ;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea,
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
e. Wordsworth—Miscellaneous Sonnets.
ft. I. Sonnet XXXIII.
A strange alternative * * *
Must women have a doctor or a dance?
/. Young—Love of Fame. Satire V.
L. 189.
CHRIST.
Star unto star speaks light, and world to
world
Repeats the passage of the universe
To God; the name of Christ—the one great
word
Well wortli all languages in earth or Heaven.
Lovely was the death Of Him whose life was Love! Holy with
power,
He on the thought-benighted Skeptic beamed
Manifest Godhead.
h. Coleridge—Religious Muting*. L. 29.
Hail, 0 bleeding Head and wounded,
With a crown of thorns surrounded,
Buffeted, and bruised and battered,
Smote with reed by striking shattered.
Face with spittle vilely smeared !
Hail, whose visage sweet and comely,
Marred by fouling stains and homely,
Changed as to its blooming color,
All now turned to deathly pallor,
Making heavenly hosts affeared !
t. Abraham Coles—In Literature and
Poetry by Philip Schaff. P. 250.
Translation of Passion Hymn of
St. Bernard nf Clairvaux.
He was the word that spake it,
He took the bread and brake it;
And what that word did make it,
I do believe and take it.
j. Donne—Divine Poems. On the
Sacrament. (In Chalmer's English
Poets.)
In darkness there is no choice. It is light that enables us to see the differences between things ; and it is Christ that gives us light.
k. 3. C. and A. W. Hare— Guesses at
Truth.
Who did leave His Father's throne,
To assume thy flesh and bone?
Had He life, or had He none ?
If He had not liv'd for thee,
Thou hadst died most wretchedly
And two deaths had been thy fee.
1. Herbert—The Church. Business.
One Name above all glorious names
With its ten thousand tongues
The everlasting sea proclaims,
Echoing angelic songs,
m. Keble—The Christian Year.
Sepluagesima Sunday. St. 9.
All His glory and beauty come from within, and there He delights to dwell, His visits there are frequent. His conversation sweet, His comforts refreshing; and His peace passing all understanding.
n. Thomas X Kempis—Imitation of Christ. Bk. II. Ch. I. Dibdin's trans.
God never gave man a thing to do concerning which it were irreverent to ponder how the Son of God would have done it.
o. George MAcdona Ld— The Marquis of Lassie. Vol. II. Ch. XVII.
The Pilot of the Galilean Lake.
p. Milton—Lycidas. L. 109.
But chiefly Thou, Whom soft-eyed Pity once led down from
Heaven
To bleed for man, to teach him how to live, And, oh ! still harder lesson 1 how to die g. Bishop Porteus—Death. L. 316.
In those holy fields.
Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were
nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
r. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 1.
L.24 And so the Word had breath, and wrought
With human hands the creed of creeds
In loveliness of perfectdeeds,
More strong than all poetic thought;
Which he may read that binds the sheaf,
Or builds the house, or digs the grave,
And those wild eyes that watch the waves In roarings round the coral reef.
». Tennyson—In Memoriam. Pt. XXXVI. CHRIST.
CHRISTIAN.
93
Ilia love at once and dread instruct our
thought;
As man He suffer'd and as God He taught, a. Edmund Waller—OS Divine Love.
Canto III. L. 41.
CHRISTIAN.
Christians have burnt each other, quite
persuaded That all the Apostles would have done as they
did. 6. Bybon—Don Juan. Canto I. 8t 85.
His Christianity was muscular.
c. Benj. Disraeli—Endymitm. Ch. XIV.
A Christian is God Almighty's gentleman.
d, J. C. and A. W. Hake—Queues at
Truth.
Look in, and see Christ's chosen saint
In triumph wear his ChrisHike chain;
No fear lest he should swerve or faint;
" His life is Christ, his death is gain."
«. Keble— The Christian Year. St. Luke.
The Evangelist.
Servant of God, well done, well hast thou
fought
The better fight.
/. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. VI.
L. 29.
Persons of mean understandings, not so inquisitive, nor so well instructed, are made good Christians, and by reverence and obedience, implicitly believe, and abide by their belief.
g. Montaigne—Essays. Of Vain
Subtleties.
Yes,—rather plunge me back in pagan night, And take my chance with Socrates for bliss, Than be the Christian of a faith like this, Which builds on heavenly cant its earthly
sway,
And in a convert mourns to lose a prey.
A. Moore—Intolerance. L. 68.
Yet still a sad, good Christian at the heart.
t. Pope— Moral Essay. Ep. II. L. 68.
You are Christians of the best edition, all picked and culled. /. Rabelais— Works. Bk. IV. Ch. L.
A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion,
To pray for them that have done scathe to
us.
t. Richard III. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 316.
For in converting Jews to Christians, you raise the price of pork.
1. Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc.5.
L. 38.
If thou keep promise, I shall end this strife.
Become a Christian and thy loving wife.
To. Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 3.
L. 20.
I hate him for he is a Christian,
n. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 3.
L. 43.
It is spoke as Christians ought to speak. o. Merry Wives of Windsor. Act I. Sc. 1.
L. 103.
Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has. p. Twelfth Night. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 88.
My daughter! 0, my ducats! 0, my daughter! Fled with a Christian I 0 my Christian
ducats. q. Merchant of Venice. Act H. Sc. 8.
L. 16.
O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealings teaches them
suspect
The thoughts of others.
r. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 3.
L. 162.
Plant neighborhood and Christian-like accord In their sweet bosoms. s. Henry V. Act 5. Sc. 2. L. 381.
The Hebrew will turn Christian: he grows
kind. t. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 3.
L. 179.
This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs : if we grow all to be pork-eaters, we shall not shortly have a rasher on the coals for money.
v. Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 5.
L. 24.
I thank the goodness and the grace
Which on my birth have smiled,
And made me, in these Christian days
A happy Christian child.
v. Jane Taylor—A Child's Hymn of
Praise.
Whatever makes men good Christians, makes them good citizens. w Daniel Wkbster—Speech at Plymouth. Dec. 22, 1820. Vol. I. P. 44.
A Christian is Hie highest style of man.
x. Youwo— Night Thoughts. Night IV.
L. 788.
CHRISTMAS.
CHRISTMAS.
CHRISTMAS.
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall. a. Thos. Haynes Bayly—The Mistletoe
Bough.
No trumpet-blast profaned
The hour in which the Prince of Peace was
born; No bloody streamlet stained
Earth's silver rivers on that sacred morn.
6. Bryant—Christmas in 1875.
For little children everywhere
A joyous season still we make;
We bring our precious gifts to them,
Even for the dear child Jesus' sake.
c. Piikiik Caby—Christinas.
O most illustrious of the days of time!
Day full of joy and benison to earth
When Thou wast born, sweet Babe of
Bethlehem!
Witli dazzling pomp descending angels sung
Good will and peace to men, to Ciod due praise,
Who on the errand of salvation sent
Thee, Son Beloved ! of plural Unity
Essential part, made flesh that mad'st all
worlds.
d. Abraham Coles—The Microcosm and
Other Poems. P. 118.
We ring the bells and we raise the strain,
We hang up garlands everywhere
And bid the tapers twinkle fair,
And feast and frolic—and then we go
Back to the same old lives again.
e. Susan Coolidge—Christmas.
How bless'd, how envied, were our life,
Could we but scape the poulterer's knife!
But man, curs'd man, on Turkeys preys,
And Christmas shortens all our days:
Sometimes with oysters we combine,
Sometimes assist the savory chine;
From the low peasant to the lord,
The Turkey smokes on every board.
/. Gay—Fables. Pt. 1. Fable 39.
What babe new born is this that in a manger
cries?
Near on her lowly bed his happy mother lies. Oh, see the air is shaken with white and
heavenly wings— This is the Lord of all the earth, this is .the
King of Kings. g. R. W. Gilder—A Christmas Hymn.
St. 4.
Hail to the King of Bethlehem,
Who wearetli in his diadem
The yellow crocus for the gem
Of his authority!
A. Longfellow— Christut. Golden Legend.
Pt. III.
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men 1 t. Longfellow—Christmas Sells. St. 1.
Shepherds at the grange,
Where the Babe was born, Sang with many a change,
Christmas carols until morn.
j. Longfellow—By the Fireside.
A Christmas Carol. St. 3.
Ring out, ye crystal spheres!
Once bless our human ears,
If ye have power to touch our senses so;
And let your silver chime
Move in melodious time,
And let the bass of Heaven's deep organ
blow;
And with your ninefold harmony
Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
k. Milton—Hymn. On the Horning of
Cltrist's Nativity. St. 13.
This is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King,
Of wedded maid and virgin mother born,
Our great redemption from above did bring,
For so the holy sages once did sing,
That He our deadly forfeit should release,
And with His Father work us a perpetual
peace. I. Milton—Hymn. On the Morning of
Christ's Nativity.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all
through the house
Not a creature was stirring,—not even a mouse: The stockings were hung by the chimney with
care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be
there.
m. Clement C. Moore—A Visit from St.
Nicholas.
God rest ye, little children; let nothing you
affright, For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this
happy night; Along the hills of Galilee the white flocks
sleeping lay, When Christ, the Child of Nazareth, was born
on Christmas day. n. D. M. Mitlock—A Christmas Carol.
St. 2.
It is the Christmas time:
And up and down 'twixt heaven and earth,
In glorious grief and solemn mirth,
The shining angels climb.
o. D. M. Mulock—A Hymn for Christmas
Morning.
CHRISTMAS.
CHURCHES.
95
At Christmas-tide the open hand
Scatters its bounty o'er sea and land,
And none are left to grieve alone,
For Love is heaven and claims its own.
a. Maboaret E. Sanqstee—The Christmas
Tide.
As many mince pies as you taste at Christmas, so many happy months will you have.
b. Old English Saying.
England was merry England, when
Old Christmas brought his sports again.
'Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest ale;
'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale;
A Christmas gambol oft could cheer
The poor man's heart through half the year.
c. Scott—Marmion. Canto VI.
Introduction.
At Christmas I no more desire a rose, Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth.
d. Love's Labour's Lost. Act. I. Be. 1.
L.107.
Be merry all, be merry all,
With holly dress the festive hall;
Prepare the song, the feast, the ball,
To welcome merry Christmas.
«. W. R. Spencer—The Joys of Christmas.
The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid ; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist.
/. Tennyson—In Memonam.
pt. xxvni.
"With trembling fingers did we weave
The holly round the Christmas hearth;
A rainy cloud possess'd the earth,
And sadly fell our Christmas-eve.
g. Tennyson—In Memoriam. Pt. XXX.
At Christmas play, and make good cheer,
For Christmas comes but once a year.
A. Tusbeb—Five Hundred Points of Good
Husbandry. Ch. XII.
The sun doth shake
Light from his locks, and, all the way
Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day.
». Hknby Vaughan—Christ's Nativity.
Blow, bugles of battle, the marches of peace; East, west, north, and south let the long
quarrel cease; Sing the song of great joy that the angels
began,
Sing of glory to God and of good-will to man ! j. WurrriEB—A Christmas Carmen.
St. 3.
CHURCHES.
Oh ! St. Patrick was a gentleman
Who came of decent people;
He built a church in Dublin town,
And on it put a steeple.
k. Henby Bennett—St. Patrick Was a
Gentleman.
An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches in flat countries with spire steeples, which, as they cannot be referred to any other object, point as with silent finger to the sky and stars.
I. Coleridge—The Friend.
" What is a church ?" Let Truth and reason
speak, They would reply, "The faithful, pure and
meek,
From Christian folds, the one selected race, Of all professions, and in every place." m. Crabbe—The Borough. Letter II. L.I.
What is a church ?—Our honest sexton tells,
'Tis a tall building, with a tower and bells.
n. Crabbe— The Borough. Letter II.
Xi.ll.
Whenever God erects a house of prayer
The devil always builds a chapel there;
And 'twill be found, upon examination,
The latter has the largest congregation.
o. Defoe— True Born Englishman.
Pt. I. L.I.
God never had a church but there, men say,
The devil a chapel hath raised by some wiles,
I doubted of this saw, till on a day
I westward spied great Edinburgh's Saint
Giles.
p. Drummond—Posthumous Poems.
A Proverb.
It is common for those that are farthest from God, to boast themselves most of their being near to the Church.
q. Mathew Henry—Commentaries.
Jeremiah VII.
And she (the Roman Catholic Church) may still exist in undiminished vigor, when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.
r. Macaulay—Review of Ranke's History
of the Popes.
No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n,
Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n :
But such plain roofs as Piety could raise,
And only vocal with the Maker's praise.
J. Pope— Eloisu, to Abelard. L. 137.
Quotations on Charity
CHARITY.
In charity to all mankind, bearing no malice or ill-will to any human being, and even compassionating those who hold in bondage their fellow-men, not knowing what they do.
a. John Quincy Adams—Letter to
A. Branson. July 30, 1838.
Charity is a virtue of the heart, and not of the hands.
b. Addison—The Guardian. No. 166.
Oifts and alms are the expressions, not the essence, of this virtue.
c. Addison—The Guardian. No. 168.
The desire of power in excess caused the angels to fall; the desire of knowledge in excess caused man to fall; but in charity there is no excess, neither can angel or man come in danger by it.
d. Bacon—Essay. On Goodness.
No sound ought to be heard in the church but the healing voice of Christian charity.
e. Burke—Reflections on the Revolution in
France. 1790.
True Charity, a plant divinely nurs'd. /. Cowpeh— Charity. L. 573.
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose),
The bosom of his Father and his God.
g. Gray—Elegy in a Country Churchyard.
Epitaph.
Alas! for the rarity
Of Christian charity
Under the sun.
h. Hood—The Bridge of Sighs.
Meek and lowly, pure and holy,
Chief among the " blessed three."
t. Charles Jefferys—Charity.
In silence, * * *
Steals on sofHianded Charity,
Tempering her gifts, that seem so free,
By time and place,
Till not a woe the bleak world see,
But finds her grace.
j. Keblk— The Christian Year. The
Sunday After Ascension Day. St. 6.
He is truly great who hath a great charity.
k. Thomas X Kkmpis—Imitation of Christ.
Bk. I. Ch. III. (Trans, by Uibdin).
Act a charity sometimes.
/. Charles Lamb—Complaint of the
Decay of Beggars in the Metropolis.
Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress. m. Charles Lamb—Complaint of the
Decay of Beggars in the Metropolis.
With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right.
n. Abraham Lincoln—Second Inaugural Address, March 4th, 1865.
A beggar through the world am I,—
From place to place I wander by.
Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me,
For Christ's sweet sake and charity.
o. Lowell—The Beggar. St. 1.
0 chime of sweet Saint Charity,
Peal soon that Easter morn
When Christ for all shall risen be,
And in all hearts new-born 1
That Pentecost when utterance clear
To all men shall be given,
When all shall say My Brother here,
And hear My Son in heaven!
p. Lowell—Godminster Chimes. St. 7.
To pity distress is but human ; to relieve il is Godlike.
q. Horace Mann—Lectures on Education.
Lecture VI.
All crush'd and stone-cast in behaviour,
She stood as a marble would stand,
Then the Saviour bent down, and the Savioui
In silence wrote on in the sand.
r. Joaquin Miller—Charity.
In Faith and Hope the world will disagree, But all mankind's concern is charity.
s. Ports—Essay on Man. Ep. III. L. 307.
Soft peace she brings, wherever she arrives:
She builds our quiet, as she forms our lives :
Lays the rough paths of peevish Nature even,
And opens in each heart a little Heaven.
t. Prior—Charity.
An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;
Give him a little earth for charity!
«. Henry VIII. Act. IV. Sc. 2. L. 21.
A tear for pity and a hand Open as day for melting charity. v. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act. IV. Sc. 4.
L. 31.
Charity itself fulfils the law, And who can sever love from charity? 10. Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV. Sc. 3.
L. 364.
Charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for
curses. x. Richard III. Act. I. Sc. 2. L. 68.
For this relief, much thanks: 'tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart. y. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 8.
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So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him ! o. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 31.
We are born to do benefits: * * * O, What a precious comfort 'tis to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes!
b. Timon of Athens. Act. I. Sc. 2.
L. 105.
You find people ready enough to do the Samaritan, without the oil and twopence.
c. Sydney Smith—Lady Holland's
Memoir. Vol. I. P. 261.
Charity itself consists in acting justly and faithfully in whatever office, business and employment a person is engaged in.
d. Swedenborg—True Christian Reliffion.
. Par. 422.
'Tis a little thing
To give a cup of water; yet its draught
Of cool refreshment, drain'd by fever'd lips,
May give a shock of pleasure to the frame
More exquisite than when nectarean juice
Renews the life of joy in happiest hours.
e. Thos. Noon Talfouhd—Ion. Act I.
Sc. 2.
CHASE, THE.
Ay, and when huntsmen wind the merry
horn.
And from its covert starts the fearful prey; Who, warm'd with youth's blood in his swelling veins,
Would, like a lifeless clod, outstretched lie, Shut up from all the fair creation offers? /. Joanna Baillie—Ethwald. Pt. I.
Act 1. Sc. 1.
Broad are these streams—my steed obeys,
Plunges, and bears me through the tide. Wide are these woods—I tread the maze
Of giant stems, nor ask a guide. I hunt till day's last glimmer dies
O'er woody vale and glassy height; And kind the voice, and glad the eyes
That welcome my return at night.
g. Bryant—The Hunter of the Prairies.
He thought at heart like courtly Chesterfield, Who, after a long chase o'er hills, dales,
bushes. And what not, though he rode beyond all
price,
Ask'd next day, " if men ever hunted twice t " k. Byron—Don Juan. Canto XIV.
St. 35.
Archers ever Have two strings to a bow; and shall great
Cupid
(Archer of archers both in men and women), Be worse provided than a common archer? t. Chapman—Busty D'Ambois. Act II.
Sc. 1.
The dusky night rides down the sky
And ushers in the morn :
The hounds all join in glorious cry,
The huntsman winds his horn ;
And a-hunting we will go. j. Henry Fielding—And a-Hunting We
Will Go.
Soon as Aurora drives away the night,
And edges eastern clouds with rosy light,
The healthy huntsman, with the cheerful
horn, Summons the dogs, and greets the dappled
morn. *. Gay.—Rural Sports. Canto II. L. 93.
Love's torments made me seek the chase;
Rifle in hand, I roam'd apace.
Down from the tree, with hollow scoff,
The raven cried : ' Head-off! head-off!'
1. Heine—Book of Songs. Youthful
Sorrows. No. 8.
Of horn and morn, and hark and bark,
And echo's answering sounds, All poets' wit hath ever writ
In dog-rel verse of hounds. m. Hood—Epping Hunt. St. 10.
It (hunting) was the labour of the savages of North America, but the amusement of the gentlemen of England.
n. Sam'l Johnson—Johnsoniana.
Proud Nimrod first the bloody chase began,
A mighty hunter, and his prey was man.
o. Pope—Windsor Forest. L. 61.
Together let us beat this ample field,
Try what the open, what the covert yield.
p. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. I. L. 9.
Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
q. As You Like It. Act.H. 8c. 1. L.21.
CHASTITY.
There's a woman like a dew-drop,
She's so purer than the purest.
r. Robert Browning—A Blot in the
'Scutcheon. Act I. Sc. 3.
That chastity of honour which felt a stain like a wound. .
». Burke—Reflections on the Revolution in
France.
As pure as a pearl,
And as perfect: a noble and innocent girl. t. Owen Meredith (I,ord Lytton)—
Lucile. Pt. II. Canto VI. St. 16.
So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity,
That, when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand liveried angels lacky her,
Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt.
«. Milton—Comun. L. 453.
CHASTITY.
CHILDHOOD.
"Tis chastity, my brother, chastity;
She that has that is clad in complete steel,
And, like a quiver'd nymph with arrows keen,
May trace huge forests, and unharbour'd
heaths,
Infamous hills, and sandy perilous wilds; Where, through the sacred rays of chastity, No savage fierce, bandite, or mountaineer, Will dare to soil her virgin purity.
a. Milton—Comui. L. 420.
Like the stain'd web that whitens in the sun, Grow pure by being purely shone upon.
b. Moore—Lalla Rookh. The Veiled
Prophet of Khorassan.
If she seem not chaste to me,
What care I how chaste she be ?
c. Sib Walteb Raleigh—Written the
night before hit death.
As chaste as unsunn'd snow.
d. Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 14.
Chaste as the icicle
That's curded by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple.
e. Coriolanus. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 66.
My chastity's the jewel of our house, Bequeathed down from many ancestors. /. AITs Well That Ends Well. Act IV.
Sc. 2. L. 46.
The very ice of chastity is in them. g. As You Like It. Act III. Sc, 4. L.18.
Whiter than new snow on a raven's back. h. Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 2.
L.19.
A nice man is a man of nasty ideas.
». Swift—Thoughts on Various Subjects,
Moral and Diverting. Oct., 1706.
Then she rode forth, clothed on with chastity: The deep air listen'd round her as she rode, And all the low wind hardly breathed for fear. j. Tennyson—Godiva. L. 53.
Even from the body's purity, the mind Receives a secret sympathetic aid. k. Thomson—Season. Summer. L. 1,269.
CHEERFULNESS.
A cheerful temper joined with innocence will make beauty attractive, knowledge delightful, and wit good-natured.
I. Addison— The Taller. No. 192.
Cheered up himself with ends of verse
And sayings of philosophers.
To. Butler—Hwlibras. Pt.4. Canto III.
L. 1,011.
Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose,
Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes.
n. Goldsmith— The Traveller. L. 1853.
It is good
To lengthen to the last a sunny mood. o. Lowell—Legend of Brittany. Pt. 1.
St. 35.
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.
p. A Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 3.
L. 134.
Had she been light, like you, Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, She might ha' been a grandam ere she died; And so may you; for a light heart lives long. q. Love's Labour's Lost. Act V. Sc. 2.
L. 15.
He makes a July's day short as December,
And with his varying childness cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood.
r. A Winter's Tale. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 169.
Look cheerfully upon me. Here, love; thou seest how diligent I am. s. Taming of the Shrew. Act IV.
Sc. 3. L. 38.
CHILDHOOD.
My lovely living Boy,
My hope, my hap, my Love, my life, my joy.
t. Du Bartas—Divine Wee-kes and Workes.
Second Week, Fourth Day. Bk. II.
'Tis not a life,
'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away. «. Beaumoht And Fletcher—Philaiter. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 15.
Do ye hear the children weeping, 0 my
brothers,
Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against
their mothers,
And that cannot stop their tears.
t>. E. B. Brownino— The Cry of the
Children.
Women know
The way to rear up children (to be just);
They know a simple, merry, tender knack
Of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes,
And stringing pretty words that make no
sense,
And kissing full sense into empty words ;
Which things are corals to cut life upon.
Although such trifles.
w. E. B. Bbownino—Aurora Leigh.
Bk. I. L. 48. CHILDHOOD.
CHILDHOOD.
Your father used to come home to my mother, and why may not I be a chippe of the same block out of which you two were cutte?
a. Bullkn's Old Playt. II. 60. Dick of
Devonshire.
Diogenes struck the father when the son swore. 6. Boston—Anatomy of Melancholy.
Pt. III. Sect. II. Memb. 6.
Snbsect. 5.
[Witches] steal young children out of their cradles, ministerio diemonmn, and put deformed in their rooms, which we call changelings.
c. Bcbton—Anatomy of Melancholy.
Pt I. Sect. II. Memb. 1.
Subsect. 3.
A little curly-headed, good-for-nothing,
And mischief-making monkey from his birth.
d. Bybon—Don Juan. Canto I. St. 25.
Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.
e. Bybon—Beppo. St. 39.
Better to be driven out from among men than to be disliked of children. /. R. H. Dana— The Idle Man. Domestic
Life.
They are idols of hearts and of households;
They are angels of God in disguise ; His sunlight still sleeps in their tresses,
His glory still gleams in their eyes ; Those truants from home and from Heaven
They have made me more manly and mild ; And I know now how Jesus could liken
The kingdom of God to a child.
g. Chas. M. Dickinson—The Children.
When the lessons and tasks are all ended,
And the school for the day is dismissed, The little ones gather around me,
To bid me good-night and be kissed ;
Oh. the little white arms that encircle
My neck in their tender embrace
Oh, the smiles that are halos of heaven,
Shedding sunshine of love on my face.
h. Chas. M. Dickinson— The Children.
Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow. t. George Eliot—The Mill on the Floss. Bk. I. Ch. IX.
Teach your child to hold his tongue,
He'll learn fast enough to speak.
j. Besj. Franklin—Poor Richard
Maxima, 1734.
Alike all ages, dames of ancient days
Have led their children thro' the mirthfu!
maze;
And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore. k. Goldsmith— The Traveller. L. 251.
By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd.
The sports of children satisfy the child.
I. Goldsmith— The Traveller. L. 153.
Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day. m. Gray—On a Distant Prospect of Eton
College. St. 6.
But still when the mists of doubt prevail,
And we lie becalmed by the shores of age. We hear from the misty troubled shore The voice of the children gone before. Drawing the soul to its anchorage. n. Bret Hartb—A Greyport Legend.
St. 6.
You hear that boy laughing ? You think he's
all fun; But the angels laugh, too, at the good he has
done. The children laugh loud as they troop to his
call, And the poor man that knows him laughs
loudest of all!
0. O. W. Holmes— The Soys. St. 9.
Pew sons attain the praise Of their great sires and most their sires' disgrace. p. Homer— Odyssey. Bk. II. L. 315.
Pope's trans.
Another tumble ! that's his precious nose! g. Hood—Parental Ode to My Son.
Oh, when I was a tiny boy
My days and nights were full of joy.
My mates were blithe and kind ! No wonder that I sometimes sigh And dash the tear drop from my eye
To cast a look behind!
r. Hood—A Retrospective Review.
Children, ay, forsooth, They bring their own love with them when
they come,
But if they come not there is peace and rest; The pretty lambs! and yet she cries for more: Why, the world's full of them, and so is
heaven— They are not rare.
1. Jean Inoelow—Supper at the Mill.
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CHILDHOOD.
Oh, would I were a boy again,
When life seemed formed of sunny years, And all the heart then knew of pain
Was wept away in transient tears!
a. Mark Lemon—Oh, Would I Were a
Boy Again.
Ah I what would the world be to us
If the children were no more?
We should dread the desert behind us
Worse than the dark before.
6. Longfellow—Children. St. 4.
Perhaps there lives some dreamy boy, untaught
In schools, some graduate of the field or street,
Who shall become a master of the art,
An admiral sailing the high seas of thought
Fearless and first, and steering with his fleet
For lands not yet laid down in any chart.
c. Longfellow—Possibilities.
Who wer as lyke as one pease is to another.
d. John Lyly—Euphua. P. 215.
Who can foretell for what high cause
This darling of the gods was born ?
«. Andrew Marvell—Picture of T. C.
in a Prospect of Flowers.
Ay, these young things lie safe in our hearts
just so long As their wings are in growing; and when
these are strong
They break it, and farewell! the bird flies! /. Owen Meredith (Lord Lytton)—
Lucile. Canto VI. Pt. II. St. 29.
As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore. g. Milton—Parodist Regained. Bk. IV.
L. 330.
The childhood shows the man,
As morning shows the day.
A. Milton—Paradise Regained. Bk. IV.
L. 220.
Ah ! there are no longer any children !
i. Moliebe—Le ifalade Iinaginaire.
Act II. Sc. 11.
And when with envy Time transported
Shall think to rob us of our joys,
You'll in your girls-again be courted,
And I'll go wooing in my boys.
j. Thomas Percy— Winifreda. 1720.
Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law,
Pleas'd with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
k. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. II. L. 275.
Pointing to such, well might Cornelia say,
When the rich casket shone in bright array,
" These are my Jewels ! " Well of such as he,
When Jesus spake, well might the language
be,
" Suffer these little ones to come to me! " I. Sam'l Rogers—Human Life. L. 202.
And children know, Instinctive taught, the friend and foe. m. Scott—Lady of the Lake. Canto II.
St. M.
Behold, my lords. Although the print be little, the whole
matter
And copy of the father, eye, nose, lip,
The trick of's frown, his forehead, nay, the
valley, The pretty dimples of his chin and cheek; his
smiles; The very mould and frame of hand, nail,
finger. n. Winter's Tale. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 98.
0 lord! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son ! My life, my joy, my food, my all the world ! My widow-comfort, and my sorrow's cure!
o. King John. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 103.
Oh, 'tis a parlous boy;
Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable;
He's all the mother's from the top to toe.
p. Richard III. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 154.
We have no such daughter, nor shall ever see
That face of hers again. Therefore begone
Without our grace, our love, our benizon.
q. King Lear. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 266.
Your children were vexation to your youth,
But mine shall be a comfort to your age.
r. Richard III. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 306.
A truthful page is childhood's lovely face, Whereon sweet Innocence has record
made,— An outward semblance of the young heart's.
grace,
Where truth, and love, and trust are all portrayed. ». Shillaber—On a Picture of Lillie.
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
1 have to go to bed by day.
t. Robert Loots Stevenson—A Child's
Garden of Verses. Bed in Summer.
While here at home, in shining day,
We round the sunny garden play,
Each little Indian sleepy-head
Is being kissed and put to bed.
u. Robert Lows Stevenson—A Child's
Garden of Verses. The Sun's Travel*.
Children are the keys of Paradise;
They alone are good and wise,
Because their thoughts, their very lives, are
prayer, v. R. H. Stoddard— The Children's
Prayer. L. 43.
In charity to all mankind, bearing no malice or ill-will to any human being, and even compassionating those who hold in bondage their fellow-men, not knowing what they do.
a. John Quincy Adams—Letter to
A. Branson. July 30, 1838.
Charity is a virtue of the heart, and not of the hands.
b. Addison—The Guardian. No. 166.
Oifts and alms are the expressions, not the essence, of this virtue.
c. Addison—The Guardian. No. 168.
The desire of power in excess caused the angels to fall; the desire of knowledge in excess caused man to fall; but in charity there is no excess, neither can angel or man come in danger by it.
d. Bacon—Essay. On Goodness.
No sound ought to be heard in the church but the healing voice of Christian charity.
e. Burke—Reflections on the Revolution in
France. 1790.
True Charity, a plant divinely nurs'd. /. Cowpeh— Charity. L. 573.
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose),
The bosom of his Father and his God.
g. Gray—Elegy in a Country Churchyard.
Epitaph.
Alas! for the rarity
Of Christian charity
Under the sun.
h. Hood—The Bridge of Sighs.
Meek and lowly, pure and holy,
Chief among the " blessed three."
t. Charles Jefferys—Charity.
In silence, * * *
Steals on sofHianded Charity,
Tempering her gifts, that seem so free,
By time and place,
Till not a woe the bleak world see,
But finds her grace.
j. Keblk— The Christian Year. The
Sunday After Ascension Day. St. 6.
He is truly great who hath a great charity.
k. Thomas X Kkmpis—Imitation of Christ.
Bk. I. Ch. III. (Trans, by Uibdin).
Act a charity sometimes.
/. Charles Lamb—Complaint of the
Decay of Beggars in the Metropolis.
Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress. m. Charles Lamb—Complaint of the
Decay of Beggars in the Metropolis.
With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right.
n. Abraham Lincoln—Second Inaugural Address, March 4th, 1865.
A beggar through the world am I,—
From place to place I wander by.
Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me,
For Christ's sweet sake and charity.
o. Lowell—The Beggar. St. 1.
0 chime of sweet Saint Charity,
Peal soon that Easter morn
When Christ for all shall risen be,
And in all hearts new-born 1
That Pentecost when utterance clear
To all men shall be given,
When all shall say My Brother here,
And hear My Son in heaven!
p. Lowell—Godminster Chimes. St. 7.
To pity distress is but human ; to relieve il is Godlike.
q. Horace Mann—Lectures on Education.
Lecture VI.
All crush'd and stone-cast in behaviour,
She stood as a marble would stand,
Then the Saviour bent down, and the Savioui
In silence wrote on in the sand.
r. Joaquin Miller—Charity.
In Faith and Hope the world will disagree, But all mankind's concern is charity.
s. Ports—Essay on Man. Ep. III. L. 307.
Soft peace she brings, wherever she arrives:
She builds our quiet, as she forms our lives :
Lays the rough paths of peevish Nature even,
And opens in each heart a little Heaven.
t. Prior—Charity.
An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;
Give him a little earth for charity!
«. Henry VIII. Act. IV. Sc. 2. L. 21.
A tear for pity and a hand Open as day for melting charity. v. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act. IV. Sc. 4.
L. 31.
Charity itself fulfils the law, And who can sever love from charity? 10. Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV. Sc. 3.
L. 364.
Charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for
curses. x. Richard III. Act. I. Sc. 2. L. 68.
For this relief, much thanks: 'tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart. y. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 8.
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CHASTITY.
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So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him ! o. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 31.
We are born to do benefits: * * * O, What a precious comfort 'tis to have so many, like brothers, commanding one another's fortunes!
b. Timon of Athens. Act. I. Sc. 2.
L. 105.
You find people ready enough to do the Samaritan, without the oil and twopence.
c. Sydney Smith—Lady Holland's
Memoir. Vol. I. P. 261.
Charity itself consists in acting justly and faithfully in whatever office, business and employment a person is engaged in.
d. Swedenborg—True Christian Reliffion.
. Par. 422.
'Tis a little thing
To give a cup of water; yet its draught
Of cool refreshment, drain'd by fever'd lips,
May give a shock of pleasure to the frame
More exquisite than when nectarean juice
Renews the life of joy in happiest hours.
e. Thos. Noon Talfouhd—Ion. Act I.
Sc. 2.
CHASE, THE.
Ay, and when huntsmen wind the merry
horn.
And from its covert starts the fearful prey; Who, warm'd with youth's blood in his swelling veins,
Would, like a lifeless clod, outstretched lie, Shut up from all the fair creation offers? /. Joanna Baillie—Ethwald. Pt. I.
Act 1. Sc. 1.
Broad are these streams—my steed obeys,
Plunges, and bears me through the tide. Wide are these woods—I tread the maze
Of giant stems, nor ask a guide. I hunt till day's last glimmer dies
O'er woody vale and glassy height; And kind the voice, and glad the eyes
That welcome my return at night.
g. Bryant—The Hunter of the Prairies.
He thought at heart like courtly Chesterfield, Who, after a long chase o'er hills, dales,
bushes. And what not, though he rode beyond all
price,
Ask'd next day, " if men ever hunted twice t " k. Byron—Don Juan. Canto XIV.
St. 35.
Archers ever Have two strings to a bow; and shall great
Cupid
(Archer of archers both in men and women), Be worse provided than a common archer? t. Chapman—Busty D'Ambois. Act II.
Sc. 1.
The dusky night rides down the sky
And ushers in the morn :
The hounds all join in glorious cry,
The huntsman winds his horn ;
And a-hunting we will go. j. Henry Fielding—And a-Hunting We
Will Go.
Soon as Aurora drives away the night,
And edges eastern clouds with rosy light,
The healthy huntsman, with the cheerful
horn, Summons the dogs, and greets the dappled
morn. *. Gay.—Rural Sports. Canto II. L. 93.
Love's torments made me seek the chase;
Rifle in hand, I roam'd apace.
Down from the tree, with hollow scoff,
The raven cried : ' Head-off! head-off!'
1. Heine—Book of Songs. Youthful
Sorrows. No. 8.
Of horn and morn, and hark and bark,
And echo's answering sounds, All poets' wit hath ever writ
In dog-rel verse of hounds. m. Hood—Epping Hunt. St. 10.
It (hunting) was the labour of the savages of North America, but the amusement of the gentlemen of England.
n. Sam'l Johnson—Johnsoniana.
Proud Nimrod first the bloody chase began,
A mighty hunter, and his prey was man.
o. Pope—Windsor Forest. L. 61.
Together let us beat this ample field,
Try what the open, what the covert yield.
p. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. I. L. 9.
Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
q. As You Like It. Act.H. 8c. 1. L.21.
CHASTITY.
There's a woman like a dew-drop,
She's so purer than the purest.
r. Robert Browning—A Blot in the
'Scutcheon. Act I. Sc. 3.
That chastity of honour which felt a stain like a wound. .
». Burke—Reflections on the Revolution in
France.
As pure as a pearl,
And as perfect: a noble and innocent girl. t. Owen Meredith (I,ord Lytton)—
Lucile. Pt. II. Canto VI. St. 16.
So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity,
That, when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand liveried angels lacky her,
Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt.
«. Milton—Comun. L. 453.
CHASTITY.
CHILDHOOD.
"Tis chastity, my brother, chastity;
She that has that is clad in complete steel,
And, like a quiver'd nymph with arrows keen,
May trace huge forests, and unharbour'd
heaths,
Infamous hills, and sandy perilous wilds; Where, through the sacred rays of chastity, No savage fierce, bandite, or mountaineer, Will dare to soil her virgin purity.
a. Milton—Comui. L. 420.
Like the stain'd web that whitens in the sun, Grow pure by being purely shone upon.
b. Moore—Lalla Rookh. The Veiled
Prophet of Khorassan.
If she seem not chaste to me,
What care I how chaste she be ?
c. Sib Walteb Raleigh—Written the
night before hit death.
As chaste as unsunn'd snow.
d. Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 14.
Chaste as the icicle
That's curded by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple.
e. Coriolanus. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 66.
My chastity's the jewel of our house, Bequeathed down from many ancestors. /. AITs Well That Ends Well. Act IV.
Sc. 2. L. 46.
The very ice of chastity is in them. g. As You Like It. Act III. Sc, 4. L.18.
Whiter than new snow on a raven's back. h. Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 2.
L.19.
A nice man is a man of nasty ideas.
». Swift—Thoughts on Various Subjects,
Moral and Diverting. Oct., 1706.
Then she rode forth, clothed on with chastity: The deep air listen'd round her as she rode, And all the low wind hardly breathed for fear. j. Tennyson—Godiva. L. 53.
Even from the body's purity, the mind Receives a secret sympathetic aid. k. Thomson—Season. Summer. L. 1,269.
CHEERFULNESS.
A cheerful temper joined with innocence will make beauty attractive, knowledge delightful, and wit good-natured.
I. Addison— The Taller. No. 192.
Cheered up himself with ends of verse
And sayings of philosophers.
To. Butler—Hwlibras. Pt.4. Canto III.
L. 1,011.
Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose,
Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes.
n. Goldsmith— The Traveller. L. 1853.
It is good
To lengthen to the last a sunny mood. o. Lowell—Legend of Brittany. Pt. 1.
St. 35.
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.
p. A Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 3.
L. 134.
Had she been light, like you, Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, She might ha' been a grandam ere she died; And so may you; for a light heart lives long. q. Love's Labour's Lost. Act V. Sc. 2.
L. 15.
He makes a July's day short as December,
And with his varying childness cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood.
r. A Winter's Tale. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 169.
Look cheerfully upon me. Here, love; thou seest how diligent I am. s. Taming of the Shrew. Act IV.
Sc. 3. L. 38.
CHILDHOOD.
My lovely living Boy,
My hope, my hap, my Love, my life, my joy.
t. Du Bartas—Divine Wee-kes and Workes.
Second Week, Fourth Day. Bk. II.
'Tis not a life,
'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away. «. Beaumoht And Fletcher—Philaiter. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 15.
Do ye hear the children weeping, 0 my
brothers,
Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against
their mothers,
And that cannot stop their tears.
t>. E. B. Brownino— The Cry of the
Children.
Women know
The way to rear up children (to be just);
They know a simple, merry, tender knack
Of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes,
And stringing pretty words that make no
sense,
And kissing full sense into empty words ;
Which things are corals to cut life upon.
Although such trifles.
w. E. B. Bbownino—Aurora Leigh.
Bk. I. L. 48. CHILDHOOD.
CHILDHOOD.
Your father used to come home to my mother, and why may not I be a chippe of the same block out of which you two were cutte?
a. Bullkn's Old Playt. II. 60. Dick of
Devonshire.
Diogenes struck the father when the son swore. 6. Boston—Anatomy of Melancholy.
Pt. III. Sect. II. Memb. 6.
Snbsect. 5.
[Witches] steal young children out of their cradles, ministerio diemonmn, and put deformed in their rooms, which we call changelings.
c. Bcbton—Anatomy of Melancholy.
Pt I. Sect. II. Memb. 1.
Subsect. 3.
A little curly-headed, good-for-nothing,
And mischief-making monkey from his birth.
d. Bybon—Don Juan. Canto I. St. 25.
Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.
e. Bybon—Beppo. St. 39.
Better to be driven out from among men than to be disliked of children. /. R. H. Dana— The Idle Man. Domestic
Life.
They are idols of hearts and of households;
They are angels of God in disguise ; His sunlight still sleeps in their tresses,
His glory still gleams in their eyes ; Those truants from home and from Heaven
They have made me more manly and mild ; And I know now how Jesus could liken
The kingdom of God to a child.
g. Chas. M. Dickinson—The Children.
When the lessons and tasks are all ended,
And the school for the day is dismissed, The little ones gather around me,
To bid me good-night and be kissed ;
Oh. the little white arms that encircle
My neck in their tender embrace
Oh, the smiles that are halos of heaven,
Shedding sunshine of love on my face.
h. Chas. M. Dickinson— The Children.
Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow. t. George Eliot—The Mill on the Floss. Bk. I. Ch. IX.
Teach your child to hold his tongue,
He'll learn fast enough to speak.
j. Besj. Franklin—Poor Richard
Maxima, 1734.
Alike all ages, dames of ancient days
Have led their children thro' the mirthfu!
maze;
And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore. k. Goldsmith— The Traveller. L. 251.
By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd.
The sports of children satisfy the child.
I. Goldsmith— The Traveller. L. 153.
Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day. m. Gray—On a Distant Prospect of Eton
College. St. 6.
But still when the mists of doubt prevail,
And we lie becalmed by the shores of age. We hear from the misty troubled shore The voice of the children gone before. Drawing the soul to its anchorage. n. Bret Hartb—A Greyport Legend.
St. 6.
You hear that boy laughing ? You think he's
all fun; But the angels laugh, too, at the good he has
done. The children laugh loud as they troop to his
call, And the poor man that knows him laughs
loudest of all!
0. O. W. Holmes— The Soys. St. 9.
Pew sons attain the praise Of their great sires and most their sires' disgrace. p. Homer— Odyssey. Bk. II. L. 315.
Pope's trans.
Another tumble ! that's his precious nose! g. Hood—Parental Ode to My Son.
Oh, when I was a tiny boy
My days and nights were full of joy.
My mates were blithe and kind ! No wonder that I sometimes sigh And dash the tear drop from my eye
To cast a look behind!
r. Hood—A Retrospective Review.
Children, ay, forsooth, They bring their own love with them when
they come,
But if they come not there is peace and rest; The pretty lambs! and yet she cries for more: Why, the world's full of them, and so is
heaven— They are not rare.
1. Jean Inoelow—Supper at the Mill.
90
CHILDHOOD.
CHILDHOOD.
Oh, would I were a boy again,
When life seemed formed of sunny years, And all the heart then knew of pain
Was wept away in transient tears!
a. Mark Lemon—Oh, Would I Were a
Boy Again.
Ah I what would the world be to us
If the children were no more?
We should dread the desert behind us
Worse than the dark before.
6. Longfellow—Children. St. 4.
Perhaps there lives some dreamy boy, untaught
In schools, some graduate of the field or street,
Who shall become a master of the art,
An admiral sailing the high seas of thought
Fearless and first, and steering with his fleet
For lands not yet laid down in any chart.
c. Longfellow—Possibilities.
Who wer as lyke as one pease is to another.
d. John Lyly—Euphua. P. 215.
Who can foretell for what high cause
This darling of the gods was born ?
«. Andrew Marvell—Picture of T. C.
in a Prospect of Flowers.
Ay, these young things lie safe in our hearts
just so long As their wings are in growing; and when
these are strong
They break it, and farewell! the bird flies! /. Owen Meredith (Lord Lytton)—
Lucile. Canto VI. Pt. II. St. 29.
As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore. g. Milton—Parodist Regained. Bk. IV.
L. 330.
The childhood shows the man,
As morning shows the day.
A. Milton—Paradise Regained. Bk. IV.
L. 220.
Ah ! there are no longer any children !
i. Moliebe—Le ifalade Iinaginaire.
Act II. Sc. 11.
And when with envy Time transported
Shall think to rob us of our joys,
You'll in your girls-again be courted,
And I'll go wooing in my boys.
j. Thomas Percy— Winifreda. 1720.
Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law,
Pleas'd with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
k. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. II. L. 275.
Pointing to such, well might Cornelia say,
When the rich casket shone in bright array,
" These are my Jewels ! " Well of such as he,
When Jesus spake, well might the language
be,
" Suffer these little ones to come to me! " I. Sam'l Rogers—Human Life. L. 202.
And children know, Instinctive taught, the friend and foe. m. Scott—Lady of the Lake. Canto II.
St. M.
Behold, my lords. Although the print be little, the whole
matter
And copy of the father, eye, nose, lip,
The trick of's frown, his forehead, nay, the
valley, The pretty dimples of his chin and cheek; his
smiles; The very mould and frame of hand, nail,
finger. n. Winter's Tale. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 98.
0 lord! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son ! My life, my joy, my food, my all the world ! My widow-comfort, and my sorrow's cure!
o. King John. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 103.
Oh, 'tis a parlous boy;
Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable;
He's all the mother's from the top to toe.
p. Richard III. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 154.
We have no such daughter, nor shall ever see
That face of hers again. Therefore begone
Without our grace, our love, our benizon.
q. King Lear. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 266.
Your children were vexation to your youth,
But mine shall be a comfort to your age.
r. Richard III. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 306.
A truthful page is childhood's lovely face, Whereon sweet Innocence has record
made,— An outward semblance of the young heart's.
grace,
Where truth, and love, and trust are all portrayed. ». Shillaber—On a Picture of Lillie.
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
1 have to go to bed by day.
t. Robert Loots Stevenson—A Child's
Garden of Verses. Bed in Summer.
While here at home, in shining day,
We round the sunny garden play,
Each little Indian sleepy-head
Is being kissed and put to bed.
u. Robert Lows Stevenson—A Child's
Garden of Verses. The Sun's Travel*.
Children are the keys of Paradise;
They alone are good and wise,
Because their thoughts, their very lives, are
prayer, v. R. H. Stoddard— The Children's
Prayer. L. 43.
Quotations on Character Part 2
A tender heart; a will inflexible.
a. Lohgfkllow—Christus. Pt. III. The
New England Tragedies. John
Endicott. Act III. Sc. 2.
In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer. 6. Longfellow—Hyperion. Bk. IV.
Ch. VI.
Not in the clamor of the crowded street,
Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng,
But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat,
e. Longfellow—The Poets.
Sensitive, swift to resent, but as swift in atoning for error.
Blandish. Pt. IX. The Wedding
Day.
So mild, so merciful, so strong, so good,
So patient, peaceful, loyal, loving, pure.
e. Longfellow—Christus. Tlte Golden
Legend. Pt. V. L. 319.
Thou hast the patience and the faith of Saints.
/. Longfellow—Christus. Pt. III. The
New England Tragedies. John
Endicott. Act III. Sc. 3.
All that hath been majestical
In life or death, since time began,
Is native in the simple heart of all,
The angel heart of man.
g. Lowell—An Incident in a Railroad
Car. St. 10.
A nature wise
With finding in itself the types of all,—
With watching from the dim verge of the
time
What things to be are visible in the gleams Thrown forward on them from the luminous
past,—
Wise with the history of its own frail heart, With reverence and sorrow, and with love, Broad as the world, for freedom and for man. h. Lowell—Prometheus. L. 216.
Endurance is the crowning quality,
And patience all the passion of great hearts,
t. Lowell—Columbus. L. 237.
For me Fate gave, whate'er she else denied,
A nature sloping to the southern side:
I thank her for it, though when clouds arise
Such natures double-darken gloomy skies.
j. Lowell—An Epistle to George William
Curtis. Postscript 1887. L. 53.
For she was jes' the quiet kind
Whose nature never vary,
Like streams that keep a summer mind
Snowhid in Jenooary.
k. Lowell—TV Courtin. St. 22.
It is by presence of mind in untried emergencies that the native metal of a man is tested.
I. Lowell—My Study Windova.
Abraham Lincoln.
Our Pilgrim stock wnzpethed with hardihood, m. Lowell—Biglow Papers. Second
Series. No. 6. L. 38.
Soft-heartedness, in times like these,
Shows sof'ness in the upper story.
n. Lowell—Biglow Papers. Second
Series. No. 7. L. 119.
To judge human character rightly, a man may sometimes have very small experience, provided he has a very large heart.
o. Bulweb-lytton— What Will He Do
With It t Bk. V. Ch. IV.
And the chief-justice was rich, quiet, and infamous. p. Macaulay—On Warren Hastings. 1841.
We hardly know any instance of the strength and weakness of human nature so striking and so grotesque as the character of this haughty, vigilant, resolute, sagacious blue-stocking, half Mithridates and half Trissotin, bearing up against a world in arms, with an ounce of poison in one pocket and a quire of bad verses in the other.
q. Macaulay—On Frederick the Great.
1842.
Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove; that is—more knave than fool.
r. Marlowe—The Jew of Malta. Act II.
Sc. 3.
Who knows nothing base,
Fears nothing known,
s. Owen Meredith (Lord Lytton)—
A Great Man. St. 8.
Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech,
His breath like cauler air, His very foot has music in 't, As he comes up the stair. t. Mickle—There's nae Luck About the House. (Attributed also to Jean Adam.)
Great thoughts, great feelings, came to them, Like instincts, unawares. «. Rich. Monckton Milnes.—The Men of
Old.
Adam the goodliest man of men since born
His sons, the fairest of her daughters, Eve.
v. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. IV.
L. 323. CHARACTER.
CHARACTER.
For contemplation he and valor formed, For softness she and sweet attractive grace. a. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. IV.
L. 297.
Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be wooed, and not unsought be won.
0. Milton—Paradise Loit. Bk. VIII.
L. 502.
He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul
thoughts
Benighted walks under the mid-day sun;
Himself is his own dungeon.
c. Milton—Gomus. L. 381.
Ofttimes nothing profits more Than self-esteem, grounded on just and right Well manag'd.
d. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. VIII.
L. 571.
Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles,
Nods and Becks and wreathed Smiles.
«. Milton—L' Allegro. L. 27.
Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall. /. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. III.
L.99.
Unrespited, unpitied, unreprieved.
g. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. H.
L. 185.
Yet, where an equal poise-of hope and fear
Does arbitrate the event, my nature is
That I incline to hope rather than fear.
And gladly banish squint suspicion.
A. Milton—Comus. L. 410.
Good at a fight, but better at a play;
Godlike in giving, but the devil to pay.
1. Moore—On a Cast of Sheridan t Hand.
To those who know thee not, no words can
paint; And those who know thee. know all words are
faint!
j. Hannah Mohe—Sensibility.
I see the right, and I approve it too,
Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong
pursue,
t. Ovid—Metamorphoses. VII.
Every man has at times in his mind the ideal of what he should be, but is not. This ideal may be high and complete, or it may be quite low and insufficient; yet in all men that really seek to improve, it is better than the actual character. * * Man never falls so low that he can see nothing higher than himself.
1. Theodore Parker—Critical and
Miscellaneous Writings. Essay I. A
Lesson for the Day.
Yet, if he would, man cannot live all to this world. If not religious, he will be superstitious. If he worship not the true God, he will have his idols. m. Theodore Parker—Critical and
Miscellaneous Writings. Essay L A
Lesson for the Day.
Studious of ease, and fond of humble things.
H. Ambrose Philips—From Holland to
a Friend in England.
Grand, gloomy and peculiar, he sat upon the throne, a sceptred hermit, wrapped in the solitude of his awful originality.
o. Charles Phillips—Character of
Napoleon I. Historical.
Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will
trust, Wit that can creep, and pride that licks tke
dust. p. Pope—Prologue to Satires. L. 332.
Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul. q. Popb— Rape of the Lock. Canto V.
L. 34.
Fine by defect and delicately weak.
r. Pope—Moral Essays. Ep. II. L. 43.
From loveless youth to unrespected age,
No passion gratified, except her rage,
So much the fury still outran the wit,
That pleasure miss'd her, and the scandal hit.
s. Pope—Moral Essays. Ep. II. L. 126.
Good-humor only teaches charms to last.
Still makes new conquests and maintains the
past.
t. Pope— Epistle to Mrs. Slount. With the Works of Voiture.
Heav'n forming each on other to depend,
A master, or a servant, or a friend.
Bids each on other for assistance call,
Till one man's weakness grows the strength of
all. u. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. II. L. 250.
In men we various ruling passions find;
In women two almost divide the kind;
Those only fixed, they first or last obey,
The love of pleasure, and the love ot sway.
v. Pope—Moral Essays. Ep. II. L. 207.
'Tis from high Life high Characters are
drawn;
A Saint in Crape is twice a Saint in Lawn:
A Judge is just, a Chanc'llor juster still;
A Gownman learn'd; a Bishop what you
will;
Wise if a minister; but if a King,
More wise, more learn'd, more just, more
ev'rythinp. w. Pope— Moral Essays. Ep. I. Pt. II. CHARACTER.
CHARACTER.
What then remains, but well our power to
use,
And keep good-humor still whatc'er we lose? And trust me, dear, good-humor can prevail, When airs, and flights, and screams, and
scolding fail. a. f Of s—Rape of the Lock. Canto V.
L. 29.
Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might
divide,
Or gave his father grief but when he died. 6. Pope—Epitaph on the Hon. S. Harcourt.
With too much Quickness ever to be taught; With too much Thinking to have common Thought.
c. Pope—Moral Essays. Ep. II. L. 97.
No man's defects sought they to know;
So never made themselves a foe.
No man's good deeds did they commend ;
80 never rais'd themselves a friend.
d. I'rioe—An Epitaph.
So much his courage and his mercy strive, He wounds to cure, and conquers to forgive. «. Pbiob—Ode in Imitation of Horace.
Bk. III. Ode II.
He that sweareth
Till no man trust him,
He that lieth
Till no man believe him;
He that borroweth
Till no man will lend him;
Let him go where
No man knoweth him.
/. Hugh Rhodes—Cautions.
The Good are better made by 111,
As odours crushed are sweeter still 1
g. Sam'l Rogers—Jacqueline. St. 3.
Was never eie did see that face,
Was never care did heare that tong,
Was never minde did rninde his grace,
That ever thought the travell long,
But eies and eares and ev'ry thought
Were with his sweete perfections caught. h. Mathew Royden—An Elegie. On the Death of Sir Philip Sidney.
It is of the utmost importance that a nation should have a correct standard by which to weigh the character of its rulers.
t. Lord John Russell—Introduction to
the 3rd Vol. of the Correspondence of the Duke of Bedford.
Be tliou familiar, but by no means vulgar. j. Hamlet. Act I. So. 3. L. 61.
But I have that within which passeth show ; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe. k. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 84.
Good name in man and woman, dear my
lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis some-
thing, nothing.
I. Othello. Act HI. Sc. 3. L. 156.
* * * * *
He hath a daily beauty in his life
. That makes me ugly.
m. Othello. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 19.
He is deformed, crooked, old, and sere,
Ill-faced, worse-bodied, shapeless everywhere;
Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind,
Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.
n. Comedy of Errors. Act IV. Sc. 2.
L. 19.
He wants wit that wants resolved will.
o. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act II.
Sc. 6. L. 12.
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles ;
His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate;
****** His heart as far from fraud as heaven from
earth. p. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act II.
Sc. 7. L. 75.
How this grace Speaks his own standing! what a mental
power
This eye shoots forth! How big imagination Moves in this lip 1 to'the dumbness of the gesture
One might interpret. q. Timon of Athens. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 30.
I am no proud Jack, like Palstaff; but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy. r. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 4.
L. 12.
I do profess to be no less than I seem ; to serve him truly that will put me in trust; to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.
s. King Lear. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 14.
I grant him bloody, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin That has a name.
t. Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 57.
I know him a notorious liar, Think him a great way fool, solely a coward ; Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him, That they take place, when virtue's steely
bones
Look bleak i' the cold wind,
u. All's Well That Ends Well. Act I.
Sc. 1. L. Ill
84
CHARACTER.
CHARACTER.
Long is it since I saw him,
But time bath nothing blur'd those lines of
favour
Which then he wore. a. Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 104.
Look, as I blow this feather from my face, And as the air blows it to me again, Obeying with my wind when I do blow, And yielding to another when it blows, Commanded always by the greater gust; Such is the lightness of you common men. 6. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act III. Sc. 1.
L. 85.
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.
c. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 46.
Nature hath fram'd strange fellows in her
time: Some that will evermore peep through their
eyes,
And laugh, like parrots, at a bagpiper:
And other of such vinegar aspect
That they'll not show their teeth in way of
smile,
Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
d. Merchant of Venice. Act 1. Sc. 1.
L. 51.
Now do I play the touch,
To try if thou be current gold indeed.
e. Richard III. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 9.
O do not slander him, for he is kind ;
Right
As snow in harvest.
/. Richard III. Act 1. Sc. 4. L. 247.
O, he sits high in all the people's hearts: And that which would appear offence in us. His countenance, like richest alchemy, " Will change to virtue and to worthiness. g. Julius Csssar. Act 1. Sc. 3. L. 157.
There is a kind of character in thy life,
That to the observer doth thy history
Fully unfold.
ft. Measure for Measure. Act I. Sc. 1.
L. 28.
There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.
t. Henry IV. Pt, I. Act I. Sc.2. L. 154.
The trick of singularity. j. Twelfth Night. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 164.
Thou art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, de-
spis'd I
Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon :
*. King Lear. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 252.
Though I am not splenitive and rash,
Yet have I something in me dangerous.
1. Ilamltt. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 285.
What a frosty-spirited rogue is this!
m. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 3.
L.a.
What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play
false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win.
n. Macbeth. Act 1. Sc. 5. L. 21.
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man, and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.
0. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 2.
L. 94.
Why, now I see there's mettle in thee, and even from this instant do build on thee a 1 H-i- ter opinion than ever before.
p. Othello. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 205.
You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch; therefore bear you the lantern.
q. Much Ado About Nothing. Act HI.
Sc. 3. L. 20.
I'm called away by particular business. But I leave my character behind me. r. Sheridan—School for Scandal. Act II.
8c.2.
Lax in their gaiters, laxer in their gait.
1. James Smith— The Theatre.
Daniel Webster struck me much like a steam engine in trousers.
t. Sydney Smith—Lady Holland's
Memoir. Vol. I. P. 267.
A bold bad man!
u. Spenseb—Faerie Queene. Bk. I.
Canto I. St. 37.
Worth, courage, honor, these indeed
Your sustenance and birthright are.
v. E. C. Stedman—Beyond the Portals.
Pt. 10.
Yet though her mien carries much more invitation than command, to behold her is an immediate check to loose behaviour; and to love her is a liberal education.
w. Stekle— Taller. No. 49.
High characters (cries one), and he would see Things that ne'er were, nor are, nor e'er will
be. x. Sib John Suckling—The Goblin's
Epilogue.
The true greatness of nations is in those qualities which constitute the greatness of the individual.
y. . Charles Summer—Oration on the True Grandeur of Nations
CHARACTER.
CHARACTER.
85
With every man there are good spirits and evil spirits ; by good spirits, man has conjunction with heaven, and by evil spirits with hell.
a. Swedenbohu—Heaven and Hell.
Par. 292.
His own character is the arbiter of every one's
fortune. 6. Publics Stbus—Maxims. 286.
Fame is what you have taken,
Character's what you give; When to this truth you waken,
Then you begin to live.
c. Bayakd Taylob—Improvisations.
St. XI.
The hearts that dare are quick to feel;
The hands that wound are soft to heal.
d. Batabd Taylok—Soldiers of Peace.
Such souls,
Whose sudden visitations daze the world, Vanish like lightning, but they leave behind A voice that in the distance far away Wakens the slumbering ages.
e. Henby Taylob—Philip Van Artevelde.
Ft. I. Act I. Sc. 7.
He makes no friend who never made a foe. /. Tennyson—Idylls of the King.
Launcelot and Elaine. L. 1109.
His honor rooted in dishonor stood,
And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
g. Tennyson—Idylls of the King.
Launcelot and Elaine. L. 885.
She with all the charm of woman,
She with all the breadth of man.
A. Tennyson—Locksley Hall Sixty
Years After. L. 48.
None but himself can be his parallel. «. Lewis Theobald—Tlie Double
Falsehood.
Whoe'er amidst the sons Of reason, valor, liberty and virtue, Displays distinguished merit, is a noble Of Nature's own creating. j. Thomson—Cnriolamu. Act III. Sc. 3.
Just men, by whom impartial laws were given, And saints, who taught and led the way to
heaven!
k. Tickell—On the Death of Mr. Addison.
L. 41.
Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed A fairer spirit, or more welcome shade.
I. Tickell—On the Death of Mr. Addison.
L. 45.
Though lone the way as that already trod, Cling to thine own integrity and God I m. H. T. Tcckebman—Sonnet. To One
Deceived.
I hope I shall always possess firmness and virtue enough to maintain what I consider the most enviable of all titles, the character of an " Honest Man."
n. Geoboe Washington—Moral Maxims.
Lord of the golden tongue and smiting eyes ;
Great out of season and untimely wise:
A man whose virtue, genius, grandeur, worth,
Wrought deadlier ill than ages can undo,
o. Wm. Watson—The Political Luminary.
Charity and personal force are the only investments worth anything. p. Walt Whitman—Leaves of Grass.
Manhattan's Streets I Sauntered,
Pondering. St. 6.
Formed on the good old plan,
A true and brave and downright honest man!
He blew no trumpet in the market-place,
Nor in the church with hypocritic face
Supplied with cant the lack of Christian
grace;
Loathing pretence, he did with cheerful will What others talked of while their hands were
still. g. Whittier—Daniel Neall. II.
And through the heat of conflict keeps the law
In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.
T. Wobdsworth—Character of a Happy
Warrior. L. 53.
But who, if he be called upon to face
Some awful moment to which Heaven has
joined
Great issues, good or bad for humankind,
Is happy as a lover.
s. Wobdswobth—Character of a Happy Warrior. L. 48.
One that would peep and botanize
Upon his mother's grave.
t. Wordsworth—A Poet's Epitaph. St. 5.
The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength and skill. u. Wordsworth—She was a Phantom of
Delight.
Whom neither shape of danger can dismay,
Nor thought of tender happiness betray.
v. Wordsworth—Character of a Happy
Warrior. L. 72.
The man that makes a character, makes foes. w. Young—Epistles to Mr. Pope. Ep. 1.
L. 28.
The man who consecrates his hours By vig'rous effort and an honest aim, At once he draws the sting of life and death ; He walks with nature and her paths are peace. x. Youno—Night Thoughts. Night II.
L. 187.
a. Lohgfkllow—Christus. Pt. III. The
New England Tragedies. John
Endicott. Act III. Sc. 2.
In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer. 6. Longfellow—Hyperion. Bk. IV.
Ch. VI.
Not in the clamor of the crowded street,
Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng,
But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat,
e. Longfellow—The Poets.
Sensitive, swift to resent, but as swift in atoning for error.
Blandish. Pt. IX. The Wedding
Day.
So mild, so merciful, so strong, so good,
So patient, peaceful, loyal, loving, pure.
e. Longfellow—Christus. Tlte Golden
Legend. Pt. V. L. 319.
Thou hast the patience and the faith of Saints.
/. Longfellow—Christus. Pt. III. The
New England Tragedies. John
Endicott. Act III. Sc. 3.
All that hath been majestical
In life or death, since time began,
Is native in the simple heart of all,
The angel heart of man.
g. Lowell—An Incident in a Railroad
Car. St. 10.
A nature wise
With finding in itself the types of all,—
With watching from the dim verge of the
time
What things to be are visible in the gleams Thrown forward on them from the luminous
past,—
Wise with the history of its own frail heart, With reverence and sorrow, and with love, Broad as the world, for freedom and for man. h. Lowell—Prometheus. L. 216.
Endurance is the crowning quality,
And patience all the passion of great hearts,
t. Lowell—Columbus. L. 237.
For me Fate gave, whate'er she else denied,
A nature sloping to the southern side:
I thank her for it, though when clouds arise
Such natures double-darken gloomy skies.
j. Lowell—An Epistle to George William
Curtis. Postscript 1887. L. 53.
For she was jes' the quiet kind
Whose nature never vary,
Like streams that keep a summer mind
Snowhid in Jenooary.
k. Lowell—TV Courtin. St. 22.
It is by presence of mind in untried emergencies that the native metal of a man is tested.
I. Lowell—My Study Windova.
Abraham Lincoln.
Our Pilgrim stock wnzpethed with hardihood, m. Lowell—Biglow Papers. Second
Series. No. 6. L. 38.
Soft-heartedness, in times like these,
Shows sof'ness in the upper story.
n. Lowell—Biglow Papers. Second
Series. No. 7. L. 119.
To judge human character rightly, a man may sometimes have very small experience, provided he has a very large heart.
o. Bulweb-lytton— What Will He Do
With It t Bk. V. Ch. IV.
And the chief-justice was rich, quiet, and infamous. p. Macaulay—On Warren Hastings. 1841.
We hardly know any instance of the strength and weakness of human nature so striking and so grotesque as the character of this haughty, vigilant, resolute, sagacious blue-stocking, half Mithridates and half Trissotin, bearing up against a world in arms, with an ounce of poison in one pocket and a quire of bad verses in the other.
q. Macaulay—On Frederick the Great.
1842.
Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove; that is—more knave than fool.
r. Marlowe—The Jew of Malta. Act II.
Sc. 3.
Who knows nothing base,
Fears nothing known,
s. Owen Meredith (Lord Lytton)—
A Great Man. St. 8.
Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech,
His breath like cauler air, His very foot has music in 't, As he comes up the stair. t. Mickle—There's nae Luck About the House. (Attributed also to Jean Adam.)
Great thoughts, great feelings, came to them, Like instincts, unawares. «. Rich. Monckton Milnes.—The Men of
Old.
Adam the goodliest man of men since born
His sons, the fairest of her daughters, Eve.
v. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. IV.
L. 323. CHARACTER.
CHARACTER.
For contemplation he and valor formed, For softness she and sweet attractive grace. a. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. IV.
L. 297.
Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be wooed, and not unsought be won.
0. Milton—Paradise Loit. Bk. VIII.
L. 502.
He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul
thoughts
Benighted walks under the mid-day sun;
Himself is his own dungeon.
c. Milton—Gomus. L. 381.
Ofttimes nothing profits more Than self-esteem, grounded on just and right Well manag'd.
d. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. VIII.
L. 571.
Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles,
Nods and Becks and wreathed Smiles.
«. Milton—L' Allegro. L. 27.
Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall. /. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. III.
L.99.
Unrespited, unpitied, unreprieved.
g. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. H.
L. 185.
Yet, where an equal poise-of hope and fear
Does arbitrate the event, my nature is
That I incline to hope rather than fear.
And gladly banish squint suspicion.
A. Milton—Comus. L. 410.
Good at a fight, but better at a play;
Godlike in giving, but the devil to pay.
1. Moore—On a Cast of Sheridan t Hand.
To those who know thee not, no words can
paint; And those who know thee. know all words are
faint!
j. Hannah Mohe—Sensibility.
I see the right, and I approve it too,
Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong
pursue,
t. Ovid—Metamorphoses. VII.
Every man has at times in his mind the ideal of what he should be, but is not. This ideal may be high and complete, or it may be quite low and insufficient; yet in all men that really seek to improve, it is better than the actual character. * * Man never falls so low that he can see nothing higher than himself.
1. Theodore Parker—Critical and
Miscellaneous Writings. Essay I. A
Lesson for the Day.
Yet, if he would, man cannot live all to this world. If not religious, he will be superstitious. If he worship not the true God, he will have his idols. m. Theodore Parker—Critical and
Miscellaneous Writings. Essay L A
Lesson for the Day.
Studious of ease, and fond of humble things.
H. Ambrose Philips—From Holland to
a Friend in England.
Grand, gloomy and peculiar, he sat upon the throne, a sceptred hermit, wrapped in the solitude of his awful originality.
o. Charles Phillips—Character of
Napoleon I. Historical.
Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will
trust, Wit that can creep, and pride that licks tke
dust. p. Pope—Prologue to Satires. L. 332.
Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul. q. Popb— Rape of the Lock. Canto V.
L. 34.
Fine by defect and delicately weak.
r. Pope—Moral Essays. Ep. II. L. 43.
From loveless youth to unrespected age,
No passion gratified, except her rage,
So much the fury still outran the wit,
That pleasure miss'd her, and the scandal hit.
s. Pope—Moral Essays. Ep. II. L. 126.
Good-humor only teaches charms to last.
Still makes new conquests and maintains the
past.
t. Pope— Epistle to Mrs. Slount. With the Works of Voiture.
Heav'n forming each on other to depend,
A master, or a servant, or a friend.
Bids each on other for assistance call,
Till one man's weakness grows the strength of
all. u. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. II. L. 250.
In men we various ruling passions find;
In women two almost divide the kind;
Those only fixed, they first or last obey,
The love of pleasure, and the love ot sway.
v. Pope—Moral Essays. Ep. II. L. 207.
'Tis from high Life high Characters are
drawn;
A Saint in Crape is twice a Saint in Lawn:
A Judge is just, a Chanc'llor juster still;
A Gownman learn'd; a Bishop what you
will;
Wise if a minister; but if a King,
More wise, more learn'd, more just, more
ev'rythinp. w. Pope— Moral Essays. Ep. I. Pt. II. CHARACTER.
CHARACTER.
What then remains, but well our power to
use,
And keep good-humor still whatc'er we lose? And trust me, dear, good-humor can prevail, When airs, and flights, and screams, and
scolding fail. a. f Of s—Rape of the Lock. Canto V.
L. 29.
Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might
divide,
Or gave his father grief but when he died. 6. Pope—Epitaph on the Hon. S. Harcourt.
With too much Quickness ever to be taught; With too much Thinking to have common Thought.
c. Pope—Moral Essays. Ep. II. L. 97.
No man's defects sought they to know;
So never made themselves a foe.
No man's good deeds did they commend ;
80 never rais'd themselves a friend.
d. I'rioe—An Epitaph.
So much his courage and his mercy strive, He wounds to cure, and conquers to forgive. «. Pbiob—Ode in Imitation of Horace.
Bk. III. Ode II.
He that sweareth
Till no man trust him,
He that lieth
Till no man believe him;
He that borroweth
Till no man will lend him;
Let him go where
No man knoweth him.
/. Hugh Rhodes—Cautions.
The Good are better made by 111,
As odours crushed are sweeter still 1
g. Sam'l Rogers—Jacqueline. St. 3.
Was never eie did see that face,
Was never care did heare that tong,
Was never minde did rninde his grace,
That ever thought the travell long,
But eies and eares and ev'ry thought
Were with his sweete perfections caught. h. Mathew Royden—An Elegie. On the Death of Sir Philip Sidney.
It is of the utmost importance that a nation should have a correct standard by which to weigh the character of its rulers.
t. Lord John Russell—Introduction to
the 3rd Vol. of the Correspondence of the Duke of Bedford.
Be tliou familiar, but by no means vulgar. j. Hamlet. Act I. So. 3. L. 61.
But I have that within which passeth show ; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe. k. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 84.
Good name in man and woman, dear my
lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis some-
thing, nothing.
I. Othello. Act HI. Sc. 3. L. 156.
* * * * *
He hath a daily beauty in his life
. That makes me ugly.
m. Othello. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 19.
He is deformed, crooked, old, and sere,
Ill-faced, worse-bodied, shapeless everywhere;
Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind,
Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.
n. Comedy of Errors. Act IV. Sc. 2.
L. 19.
He wants wit that wants resolved will.
o. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act II.
Sc. 6. L. 12.
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles ;
His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate;
****** His heart as far from fraud as heaven from
earth. p. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act II.
Sc. 7. L. 75.
How this grace Speaks his own standing! what a mental
power
This eye shoots forth! How big imagination Moves in this lip 1 to'the dumbness of the gesture
One might interpret. q. Timon of Athens. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 30.
I am no proud Jack, like Palstaff; but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy. r. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 4.
L. 12.
I do profess to be no less than I seem ; to serve him truly that will put me in trust; to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.
s. King Lear. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 14.
I grant him bloody, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin That has a name.
t. Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 57.
I know him a notorious liar, Think him a great way fool, solely a coward ; Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him, That they take place, when virtue's steely
bones
Look bleak i' the cold wind,
u. All's Well That Ends Well. Act I.
Sc. 1. L. Ill
84
CHARACTER.
CHARACTER.
Long is it since I saw him,
But time bath nothing blur'd those lines of
favour
Which then he wore. a. Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 104.
Look, as I blow this feather from my face, And as the air blows it to me again, Obeying with my wind when I do blow, And yielding to another when it blows, Commanded always by the greater gust; Such is the lightness of you common men. 6. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act III. Sc. 1.
L. 85.
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.
c. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 46.
Nature hath fram'd strange fellows in her
time: Some that will evermore peep through their
eyes,
And laugh, like parrots, at a bagpiper:
And other of such vinegar aspect
That they'll not show their teeth in way of
smile,
Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
d. Merchant of Venice. Act 1. Sc. 1.
L. 51.
Now do I play the touch,
To try if thou be current gold indeed.
e. Richard III. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 9.
O do not slander him, for he is kind ;
Right
As snow in harvest.
/. Richard III. Act 1. Sc. 4. L. 247.
O, he sits high in all the people's hearts: And that which would appear offence in us. His countenance, like richest alchemy, " Will change to virtue and to worthiness. g. Julius Csssar. Act 1. Sc. 3. L. 157.
There is a kind of character in thy life,
That to the observer doth thy history
Fully unfold.
ft. Measure for Measure. Act I. Sc. 1.
L. 28.
There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.
t. Henry IV. Pt, I. Act I. Sc.2. L. 154.
The trick of singularity. j. Twelfth Night. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 164.
Thou art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, de-
spis'd I
Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon :
*. King Lear. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 252.
Though I am not splenitive and rash,
Yet have I something in me dangerous.
1. Ilamltt. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 285.
What a frosty-spirited rogue is this!
m. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 3.
L.a.
What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play
false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win.
n. Macbeth. Act 1. Sc. 5. L. 21.
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man, and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.
0. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 2.
L. 94.
Why, now I see there's mettle in thee, and even from this instant do build on thee a 1 H-i- ter opinion than ever before.
p. Othello. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 205.
You are thought here to be the most senseless and fit man for the constable of the watch; therefore bear you the lantern.
q. Much Ado About Nothing. Act HI.
Sc. 3. L. 20.
I'm called away by particular business. But I leave my character behind me. r. Sheridan—School for Scandal. Act II.
8c.2.
Lax in their gaiters, laxer in their gait.
1. James Smith— The Theatre.
Daniel Webster struck me much like a steam engine in trousers.
t. Sydney Smith—Lady Holland's
Memoir. Vol. I. P. 267.
A bold bad man!
u. Spenseb—Faerie Queene. Bk. I.
Canto I. St. 37.
Worth, courage, honor, these indeed
Your sustenance and birthright are.
v. E. C. Stedman—Beyond the Portals.
Pt. 10.
Yet though her mien carries much more invitation than command, to behold her is an immediate check to loose behaviour; and to love her is a liberal education.
w. Stekle— Taller. No. 49.
High characters (cries one), and he would see Things that ne'er were, nor are, nor e'er will
be. x. Sib John Suckling—The Goblin's
Epilogue.
The true greatness of nations is in those qualities which constitute the greatness of the individual.
y. . Charles Summer—Oration on the True Grandeur of Nations
CHARACTER.
CHARACTER.
85
With every man there are good spirits and evil spirits ; by good spirits, man has conjunction with heaven, and by evil spirits with hell.
a. Swedenbohu—Heaven and Hell.
Par. 292.
His own character is the arbiter of every one's
fortune. 6. Publics Stbus—Maxims. 286.
Fame is what you have taken,
Character's what you give; When to this truth you waken,
Then you begin to live.
c. Bayakd Taylob—Improvisations.
St. XI.
The hearts that dare are quick to feel;
The hands that wound are soft to heal.
d. Batabd Taylok—Soldiers of Peace.
Such souls,
Whose sudden visitations daze the world, Vanish like lightning, but they leave behind A voice that in the distance far away Wakens the slumbering ages.
e. Henby Taylob—Philip Van Artevelde.
Ft. I. Act I. Sc. 7.
He makes no friend who never made a foe. /. Tennyson—Idylls of the King.
Launcelot and Elaine. L. 1109.
His honor rooted in dishonor stood,
And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
g. Tennyson—Idylls of the King.
Launcelot and Elaine. L. 885.
She with all the charm of woman,
She with all the breadth of man.
A. Tennyson—Locksley Hall Sixty
Years After. L. 48.
None but himself can be his parallel. «. Lewis Theobald—Tlie Double
Falsehood.
Whoe'er amidst the sons Of reason, valor, liberty and virtue, Displays distinguished merit, is a noble Of Nature's own creating. j. Thomson—Cnriolamu. Act III. Sc. 3.
Just men, by whom impartial laws were given, And saints, who taught and led the way to
heaven!
k. Tickell—On the Death of Mr. Addison.
L. 41.
Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed A fairer spirit, or more welcome shade.
I. Tickell—On the Death of Mr. Addison.
L. 45.
Though lone the way as that already trod, Cling to thine own integrity and God I m. H. T. Tcckebman—Sonnet. To One
Deceived.
I hope I shall always possess firmness and virtue enough to maintain what I consider the most enviable of all titles, the character of an " Honest Man."
n. Geoboe Washington—Moral Maxims.
Lord of the golden tongue and smiting eyes ;
Great out of season and untimely wise:
A man whose virtue, genius, grandeur, worth,
Wrought deadlier ill than ages can undo,
o. Wm. Watson—The Political Luminary.
Charity and personal force are the only investments worth anything. p. Walt Whitman—Leaves of Grass.
Manhattan's Streets I Sauntered,
Pondering. St. 6.
Formed on the good old plan,
A true and brave and downright honest man!
He blew no trumpet in the market-place,
Nor in the church with hypocritic face
Supplied with cant the lack of Christian
grace;
Loathing pretence, he did with cheerful will What others talked of while their hands were
still. g. Whittier—Daniel Neall. II.
And through the heat of conflict keeps the law
In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.
T. Wobdsworth—Character of a Happy
Warrior. L. 53.
But who, if he be called upon to face
Some awful moment to which Heaven has
joined
Great issues, good or bad for humankind,
Is happy as a lover.
s. Wobdswobth—Character of a Happy Warrior. L. 48.
One that would peep and botanize
Upon his mother's grave.
t. Wordsworth—A Poet's Epitaph. St. 5.
The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength and skill. u. Wordsworth—She was a Phantom of
Delight.
Whom neither shape of danger can dismay,
Nor thought of tender happiness betray.
v. Wordsworth—Character of a Happy
Warrior. L. 72.
The man that makes a character, makes foes. w. Young—Epistles to Mr. Pope. Ep. 1.
L. 28.
The man who consecrates his hours By vig'rous effort and an honest aim, At once he draws the sting of life and death ; He walks with nature and her paths are peace. x. Youno—Night Thoughts. Night II.
L. 187.
Quotations on Character
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But dotli suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
a. Tempest. Act. 1. Sc. 2. L. 396.
I am not so nice, To change true rules for old inventions.
b. Taming of the Shrew. Act III. Sc. 1.
L. 80.
Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is a very opal.
c. Twelfth Night. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 74.
That we would do, We should do when we would; for this
"would" changes
And hath abatements and delays as many
As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents;
And then this " should " is like a spendthrift
sigh,
That hurts by easing.
d. Hamlet. Act IV. Sc. 7. L. 119.
The love of wicked men converts to fear ; That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both To worthy danger and deserved death.
e. Richard II. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 65.
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hope; to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him :
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls, as I do. /. Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 352.
This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes
change. g. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 210.
When we were happy we had other names.
h. King John. Act V. Sc. 4. L. 7.
Life may change, but it may fly not;
Hope may vanish, but can die not;
Truth be veiled, but still it burneth ;
Love repulsed,—but it roturneth.
t. Shelley—Hellas. Semi-chorus.
Men must reap the things they sow,
Force from force must ever flow,
Or worse; but'tis a bitter woe
That love or reason cannot change.
j. Shelley—Lines Written among the
Euganr.au Hills. L. 232.
Nought may endure but Mutability. k. Shklley—Mutability.
This sad vicissitude of things.
1. Laurence Sterne—Sermons. XVI.
The Character of Shimel.
The life of any one can by no means be changed after deatli; an evil life can in no wise be converted into a good life, or an infernal into an angelic life: because every spirit, from head to foot, is of the character of his love, and, therefore, of his life; and to convert this life into its opposite, would be to destroy the spirit utterly.
m. Swedenbobq—Heaven and Hell. 527.
White rose in red rose-garden
Is not so white;
Snowdrops, that plead for pardon
And pine for fright
Because the hard East blows
Over their maiden vows,
Grow not as this face grows from pale to bright.
n. Swinburne—Before the Mirror.
Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward,
forward let us range. Let the great world spin forever down the
ringing grooves of change.
o. Tennyson—Locksley Hall. St. 91.
The stone that is rolling, can gather no moss.
Who often remorcth is suer of loss.
p. Tusser—Five Hundred Points of Good
Ihisbandry. Lessons. St. 46.
Life is arched with changing skies:
Rarely are they what they seem :
Children we of smiles and sighs—
Much we know, but more we dream.
q. William Winter—Light and Shadow.
" A jolly place," said he, " in times of old ! But something ails it now ; the spot is curst." r. Wordsworth—Hart-leap Well. Pt, II.
As high as we have mounted in delight
In our dejection do we sink as low.
*. Wordsworth—Resolution and
Independence. St. 4.
CHAOS.
Temple and tower went down, nor left n
site:—
Chaos of ruins!
t. Byron—Childe Harold. Canto IV.
St. 80.
The chaos of events.
«. Byron—The Prophecy of Dante.
Canto II. L. 6.
The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump, Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless—
A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay. v. Byron—Darkness. L. 69.
/
CHAOS.
CHARACTER.
7T
Chaog, that reigns here In double night of darkness and of shades. a. Milton—Comus. L. 334.
Fate shall yield
To fickle Chance, and Chaos judge the strife. 6. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. II.
L. 232.
Where eldest Night
And Chaos, ancestors of nature, hold
Eternal .anarchy, amidst the noise
Of endless wars, and by confusion stand.
c. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. II.
L. 894.
Lo: thy dread empire, Chaos, is restored ;
Light dies before thy uncreating word :
Thy hand, great Anarch ! lets the curtain fall;
And universal darkness buries all.
d. PopE—Dunciad. Bk. IV. L. &49.
Then rose the seed of Chaos, and of Night, To blot out order and extinguish light. «. Pope— The Dunciad. Bk. IV. L. 13.
For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. /. Venus and Adorut. L. 1,019.
Nay, had I power, I should
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
Uproar the universal peace, confound
All unity on earth.
g. Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 97.
CHARACTER.
Young men soon give, and soon forget affronts ;
Old age is slow in both.
h. Addison—Oato. Act II. Sc. 5.
No great genius was ever without some mixture of madness, nor can anything grand or superior to the voice of common mortals be spoken except by the agitated soul.
t. Aristotle.
Both man and womankind belie their nature
When they are not kind.
j. Bailey—Festus. Sc. Home.
Zealous, yet modest; innocent, though free;
Patient of toil; serene amidst alarms;
Inflexible in Hi it h ; invincible in arms.
k. Beattie—JVw: Minstrel. Bk. I. St. 11.
See! There is Jackson standing like a stone wall.
1. Bernard E. Bee—'Battle of Manassas (Bull Run). July 21, 1861.
Many men are mere warehouses full of merchandise—the head, the heart, are stuffed with goods. * * * There are apartments in their souls which were once tenanted by taste, and love, and joy, and worship, but they are all deserted now, and the rooms are filled with earthy and material things. m. Henry Ward Beecheb— Life
Thought*.
Many men build as cathedrals were built, the part nearest the ground finished ; but that part which soars toward heaven, the turrets and the spires, forever incomplete.
n. Henry Ward Beecheh—Life
Thoughts.
No, when the fight begins within himself,
A man's worth something.
0. Robert Browning—Men and Women.
Bishop Blougram's Apology,
Incivility is not a Vice of the Soul, but the effect of several Vices; of Vanity, Ignorance of Duty, Laziness, Stupidity, Distraction, Contempt of others, and Jealousy. p. De La Brdyere—The Characters or
Manners of the Present Age.
Vol. II. Ch. XI.
All men that are ruined, are ruined on the side of their natural propensities. q. Burke—Letters. Letter I. On a
Regicide Peace.
He was not merely a chip of the old Block, but the old Block itself. r. Burke— About Wm. Pitt—WraxalFs
Memoin. Vol. II. P. 342.
Hannibal, as he had mighty virtues, so had he many vices; * he had two distinct persons in him.
1. Burton—Anatomy of Melancholy.
Democritus to the Reader.
Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious, Who lent his lady to his friend Hortensius. t. Byron—Don Juan. Canto VI. St. 7.
So well she acted all and every part
By turns—with that vivacious versatility, Which many people take for want of heart.
They err—'tis merely what is call'd mobility, A thing of temperament and not of art, Though seeming so, from its supposed fa--
cility; And false—though true; for surely they're
sincerest
Who are strongly acted on by what is nearest. u. Byron—Don Juan. Canto XVI.
St. 97.
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CHARACTER.
CHARACTER.
With more capacity for love than earth Bestows on most of mortal mould and birth. His early dreams of good out-stripp'd the
truth,
And troubled manhood follow'd baffled youth, a. Byron—Lara. Canto I. St. 18.
Genteel in personage.
Conduct, and equipage;
Noble by heritage.
Generous and free.
6. Henry Carey—The Contrivances.
Act I. Sc. 2. L. 22.
Clever men are good, but they are not the best.
c. Carlyle—Goethe. Edinburgh
Review, 1828.
It can be said of him. When he departed he took a Man's life with him. No sounder piece of British manhood was put together in that eighteenth century of Time.
d. Carlyle—Sir Walter Scott. London
and Westminster Review. 1838.
It is in general more profitable to reckon up our defects than to boast of our attainments.
e. Carlyle—Essays. Signs of the Times.
We are firm believers in the maxim that, for all right judgment of any man or thing, it is useful, nay, essential, to see his good qualities before pronouncing on his bad.
/. Carlyle—Essays. Goethe.
Every one is the son of his own works. g. Cervantes—Don Quixote. Pt. I.
Bk. IV. Ch. XX.
I can look sharp as well as another, and let me alone to keep the cobwebs out of my eyes. h. Cervantes—Don Quixote. Pt. II.
Ch. XXXIII.
Thou art a cat, and rat, and a coward to boot, i. Cervantes—Don (Quixote. Pt. I.
Bk. III. Ch. VIII.
He was a verray perfight gentil knight. j. Chaucer—Canterbury Talcs. Prologue.
L. 72.
The nation looked upon him as a deserter, and he shrunk into insignificancy and an Earldom.
t. Earl Of Chesterfield—Character of Pulteney. 1763.
He (Hampden) had a head to contrive, a tongue to persuade, and a hand to execute, any mischief.
1. En. Hyde Clarendon—History of the Rebellion. Vol. III. Bk. VII.
Ib numbers warmly pure, and sweetly strong. m. Collins—Ode to Simplicity.
There is the love of knowing without the love of learning; the beclouding here leads to extravagant conduct.
n. Confucius—Analects. Bk. XVII.
Ch. vin.
An honest man, close-button'd to the chin, Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within. o. Cowper—Epittle to Joseph Hill.
Elegant as simplicity, and warm
As ecstasy.
p. Cowper— Table Talk. Line 588.
He cannot drink five bottles, bilk the score,
Then kill a constable, and drink five more;
But he can draw a pattern, make a tart,
And has the ladies' etiquette by heart.
q. Cowper—Progress of Error. L. 191.
His mind his kingdom, and his will his law. r. Cowper— Truth. Line 405.
The Frenchman, easy, debonair and brisk,
Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk,
Is always happy, reign whoever may,
And laughs the sense of mis'ry far away,
jr. Cowper— Table Talk. L. 237.
Virtue and vice had boundaries in old time,
Not to be pass'd.
t. Cowper— The Task. Bk. III. L. 75.
0 could I flow like thee ! and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme: Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet
not dull;
Strong without rage, without o'crflowing full, u. Sir John Denha.m—Cooper's Hill.
L. 189.
Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle? He was all for love and a little for the bottle. v. Chas. Dibdin—Captain Wattle and
Miss Rol.
He's tough, ma'am,—tough is J. B.; tough and de-vilish sly. u'. Dickens—Dombey and Son. Ch. VII.
A man so various, that he seem'd to be
Not one, but all mankind's epitome;
Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong,
Was everything by starts, and nothing long;
But in the course of one revolving moon.
Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.
x. Dryden—Absalom and Achitophel.
Pt. 1. L. 54T).
For every inch that is not fool, is rogue. y. Dryden—Absalom and Achitophel.
Pt. II. L. 463.
Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child. z. Dryden—Elegy on Mrs. Kittigrew.
L. 70.
CHARACTER.
CHARACTER.
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Plain without pomp, and rich without a show. a. Dryden—The Flower and the Leaf.
L. 187.
So over violent, or over civil, That every man with him was God or Devil. 6. Dbyden—Absalom and Achitophel.
Pt. I. L. 557.
Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace, e. Drydkn—Epistle to Oonoreve. L. 19.
There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.
d. George Eliot—Daniel Deronda.
Bk. III. Ch. XXIV.
Character is higher than intellect. * * * A great soul will be strong to live, as well as to think.
«. Emerson—The American Scholar.
No change of circumstances can repair a defect of character. /. Emerson—Essay. On Character.
A great character, founded on the living rock of principle, is, in fact, not a solitary phenomenon, to be at once perceived, limited, and described. It is a dispensation of Providence, designed to have not merely an immediate, but a continuous, progressive, and never-ending agency. It survives the man who possessed it; survives his age,—perhaps his country, his language.
g. Ed. Evebett—Speech. July 4, 1835.
The Youth of Washington.
Every one of us, whatever our speculative opinions, knows better than he practices, and recognizes a better law than he obeys.
h. Fbocdk—Short Studies on Great
Subjects. On Progress. Pt. II.
Human improvement is from within outwards.
i. Froudb—Short Studies on Great
Subjects. Divui Cxtar.
Oar thoughts and our conduct are our own. j. Frocde—Short Studies on Great
Subjects. Education.
Hearts of oak are our ships,
Gallant tars are our men.
t. Garrick—Hearts of Oat.
In every deed of mischief, he had a heart to resolve, a head to contrive, and a hand to execute.
I. Gibbon—Decline and Fall of the Roman
Empire. Ch. XLVIII. A. D. 1180.
Sept. 24.
That man may last, but never lives,
Who much receives, but nothing gives;
Whom none can love, whom none can
thank,—
Creation's blot, creation's blank. m. Thomas Gibbons— When Jesus Dwelt.
A man not perfect, but of heart
So high, of such heroic rage. That even his hopes became a part
Of earth's eternal heritage.
n. R. W. Gilder—At the President's Grave.
Epitaph.
To be engaged in opposing wrong affords, under the conditions of our mental constitution, but a slender guarantee for being right.
o. Gladstone—Time and Place of Homer.
Introduction.
Here lies David Garrick—describe me, who
can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in
man.
As an actor, confess'd without rival to shine;
As a wit, if not first, in the very first line.
p. Goldsmith—Retaliation. L. 93.
Our Garrick's a salad ; for in him we see
Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree.
q. Goldsmith—Retaliation. L. 11.
Though equal to all things, for all things
unfit;
Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit. r. Goldsmith—Retaliation. L. 37.
Hands, that the rod of empire might have
swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
s. Gkay—Elegy in a Country Churchyard.
St. 12.
Rugged strength and radiant beauty—
These were one in Nature's plan;
Humble toil and heavenward duty—
These will form the perfect man.
t. Sabaii J. Hale—Iron. St. VI.
Green be the turf above thee,
Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee,
Nor named thee but to praise.
u. Fitz-greene Halleck—On the death of Joseph R. Drake.
Thought is the wind, knowledge the sail, and mankind the vessel. v. J. C. and A. W. Hare— Guesses at
Truth.
Anyone must be mainly ignorant or thoughtless, who is surprised at everything he sees; or wonderfully conceited who expects everything to conform to his standard of propriety.
w. Wm. Hazlitt—Lectures on the English Comic Writers. On Wit and Humour.
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CHARACTER.
CHARACTER.
Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like season'd timber, never gives;
But though the whole world turn to coal,
Then chiefly lives.
a. Hebbebt—The Church. Vertue.
'Tis the same with common natures ;
Use 'em kindly, they rebel:
But, be rough as Nutmeg-graters,
And the rogues obey you well.
6. Aabon Hill—Verses Written on a
Window, In a Journey to Scotland.
0 Douglas, O Douglas! Tendir and trewe.
c. Sib Richard Holland—The Buke of
Howlat. St. XXXI.
We must have a weak spot or two in a character before we can love it much. People that do not laugh or cry, or take more of anything than U good for them, or use anything but dictionary-words, are admirable subjects for biographies. But we don't care most for those flat pattern flowers that press best in the herbarium.
d. 0. W. Holmes—The Professor at the
Breakfast Table. Ch. III. Iris.
Whatever comes from the brain carries the hue of the place it came from, and whatever comes from the heart carries the heat and color of its birthplace.
e. 0. W. Holmes— The Professor at the
Breakfast Table. Ch. VI.
But he whose inborn worth his acts commend, Of gentle soul, to human race a friend. /. Homer— Odyssey. Bk. 19. L.383.
Pope's trans.
Gentle of speech, beneficent of mind.
g. Homer— Odyssey. Bk. IV. L. 917.
Pope's trans.
In death a hero, as in life a friend!
A. Homer—Iliad. Bk. 17. L. 758.
Pope's trans.
Wise to resolve, and patient to perform.
». Homes— Odyssey. Bk. IV. L. 872.
Pope's trans.
The love of moral beauty, and that retention of the spirit of youth, which is implied by the indulgence of a poetical taste, are evidences of good disposition in any man, and argue well for the largeness of his mind in other respects.
j. LllOH Hunt—Men, Women and Books.
Of Statesmen Who Have Written
Verses.
A Soul of power, a well of lofty Thought A chastened Hope that ever points to Heaven, t. John Hdnter—Sonnet. A Replication
of Rhymes.
He was worse than provincial—he was parochial.
/. Henby James, Jr.—Of Thareau. A
Critical Life of Hawthorne.
Where the vivacity of the intellect and the strength of the passions, exceed the development of the moral faculties, the character is likely to be embittered or corrupted by extremes, either of adversity or prosperity.
m. Mrs. Jameson—Studies. On the Female
Character.
A very unclubable man.
n. Sam'l Johnson—BoswelFs Life of
Johnson. 1764. Note.
If he does really think that there is no distinction between virtue and vice, why, Sir, when he leaves our houses let us count our spoons.
o. Sam'l Johnson—BoswelFs Life of
Johnson. 1763,
Officious, innocent, sincere,
Of every friendless name the friend.
p. Sam'l Johnson—Verses on the Death
of Mr. Robert Level. St. 2.
The heart to conceive, the understanding to direct, or the hand to execute. q. Junius—City Address and the King's
Answer. Letter XXXVII.
He is truly great that is little in himself, and that maketh no account of any height of honors.
r. Thomas A Kempis—Imitation of
Christ. Bk. I. Ch. III.
When a man dies they who survive him ask what property he has left behind. The angel who bends over the dying man asks what good deeds he has sent before him.
s. The Koran.
First in war, first in peace, first in the hearts of his countrymen.
t. Gen. Henry Lee—Funeral Oration
on Washington.
First in war, first in peace, first in the hearts of his fellow citizens. w. Resolution on Washington's Death.
Prepared by Richard Henry Lkk and
offered in the House of Representatives
by John Marshall.
They eat, and drink, and scheme, and plod,
They go to church on Sunday ; And many are afraid of God,—
And more of Mrs. Grttndy.
v. Frederick Locker—The Jester't Plea.
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But dotli suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
a. Tempest. Act. 1. Sc. 2. L. 396.
I am not so nice, To change true rules for old inventions.
b. Taming of the Shrew. Act III. Sc. 1.
L. 80.
Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is a very opal.
c. Twelfth Night. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 74.
That we would do, We should do when we would; for this
"would" changes
And hath abatements and delays as many
As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents;
And then this " should " is like a spendthrift
sigh,
That hurts by easing.
d. Hamlet. Act IV. Sc. 7. L. 119.
The love of wicked men converts to fear ; That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both To worthy danger and deserved death.
e. Richard II. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 65.
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hope; to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him :
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls, as I do. /. Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 352.
This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes
change. g. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 210.
When we were happy we had other names.
h. King John. Act V. Sc. 4. L. 7.
Life may change, but it may fly not;
Hope may vanish, but can die not;
Truth be veiled, but still it burneth ;
Love repulsed,—but it roturneth.
t. Shelley—Hellas. Semi-chorus.
Men must reap the things they sow,
Force from force must ever flow,
Or worse; but'tis a bitter woe
That love or reason cannot change.
j. Shelley—Lines Written among the
Euganr.au Hills. L. 232.
Nought may endure but Mutability. k. Shklley—Mutability.
This sad vicissitude of things.
1. Laurence Sterne—Sermons. XVI.
The Character of Shimel.
The life of any one can by no means be changed after deatli; an evil life can in no wise be converted into a good life, or an infernal into an angelic life: because every spirit, from head to foot, is of the character of his love, and, therefore, of his life; and to convert this life into its opposite, would be to destroy the spirit utterly.
m. Swedenbobq—Heaven and Hell. 527.
White rose in red rose-garden
Is not so white;
Snowdrops, that plead for pardon
And pine for fright
Because the hard East blows
Over their maiden vows,
Grow not as this face grows from pale to bright.
n. Swinburne—Before the Mirror.
Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward,
forward let us range. Let the great world spin forever down the
ringing grooves of change.
o. Tennyson—Locksley Hall. St. 91.
The stone that is rolling, can gather no moss.
Who often remorcth is suer of loss.
p. Tusser—Five Hundred Points of Good
Ihisbandry. Lessons. St. 46.
Life is arched with changing skies:
Rarely are they what they seem :
Children we of smiles and sighs—
Much we know, but more we dream.
q. William Winter—Light and Shadow.
" A jolly place," said he, " in times of old ! But something ails it now ; the spot is curst." r. Wordsworth—Hart-leap Well. Pt, II.
As high as we have mounted in delight
In our dejection do we sink as low.
*. Wordsworth—Resolution and
Independence. St. 4.
CHAOS.
Temple and tower went down, nor left n
site:—
Chaos of ruins!
t. Byron—Childe Harold. Canto IV.
St. 80.
The chaos of events.
«. Byron—The Prophecy of Dante.
Canto II. L. 6.
The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump, Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless—
A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay. v. Byron—Darkness. L. 69.
/
CHAOS.
CHARACTER.
7T
Chaog, that reigns here In double night of darkness and of shades. a. Milton—Comus. L. 334.
Fate shall yield
To fickle Chance, and Chaos judge the strife. 6. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. II.
L. 232.
Where eldest Night
And Chaos, ancestors of nature, hold
Eternal .anarchy, amidst the noise
Of endless wars, and by confusion stand.
c. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. II.
L. 894.
Lo: thy dread empire, Chaos, is restored ;
Light dies before thy uncreating word :
Thy hand, great Anarch ! lets the curtain fall;
And universal darkness buries all.
d. PopE—Dunciad. Bk. IV. L. &49.
Then rose the seed of Chaos, and of Night, To blot out order and extinguish light. «. Pope— The Dunciad. Bk. IV. L. 13.
For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. /. Venus and Adorut. L. 1,019.
Nay, had I power, I should
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
Uproar the universal peace, confound
All unity on earth.
g. Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 97.
CHARACTER.
Young men soon give, and soon forget affronts ;
Old age is slow in both.
h. Addison—Oato. Act II. Sc. 5.
No great genius was ever without some mixture of madness, nor can anything grand or superior to the voice of common mortals be spoken except by the agitated soul.
t. Aristotle.
Both man and womankind belie their nature
When they are not kind.
j. Bailey—Festus. Sc. Home.
Zealous, yet modest; innocent, though free;
Patient of toil; serene amidst alarms;
Inflexible in Hi it h ; invincible in arms.
k. Beattie—JVw: Minstrel. Bk. I. St. 11.
See! There is Jackson standing like a stone wall.
1. Bernard E. Bee—'Battle of Manassas (Bull Run). July 21, 1861.
Many men are mere warehouses full of merchandise—the head, the heart, are stuffed with goods. * * * There are apartments in their souls which were once tenanted by taste, and love, and joy, and worship, but they are all deserted now, and the rooms are filled with earthy and material things. m. Henry Ward Beecheb— Life
Thought*.
Many men build as cathedrals were built, the part nearest the ground finished ; but that part which soars toward heaven, the turrets and the spires, forever incomplete.
n. Henry Ward Beecheh—Life
Thoughts.
No, when the fight begins within himself,
A man's worth something.
0. Robert Browning—Men and Women.
Bishop Blougram's Apology,
Incivility is not a Vice of the Soul, but the effect of several Vices; of Vanity, Ignorance of Duty, Laziness, Stupidity, Distraction, Contempt of others, and Jealousy. p. De La Brdyere—The Characters or
Manners of the Present Age.
Vol. II. Ch. XI.
All men that are ruined, are ruined on the side of their natural propensities. q. Burke—Letters. Letter I. On a
Regicide Peace.
He was not merely a chip of the old Block, but the old Block itself. r. Burke— About Wm. Pitt—WraxalFs
Memoin. Vol. II. P. 342.
Hannibal, as he had mighty virtues, so had he many vices; * he had two distinct persons in him.
1. Burton—Anatomy of Melancholy.
Democritus to the Reader.
Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious, Who lent his lady to his friend Hortensius. t. Byron—Don Juan. Canto VI. St. 7.
So well she acted all and every part
By turns—with that vivacious versatility, Which many people take for want of heart.
They err—'tis merely what is call'd mobility, A thing of temperament and not of art, Though seeming so, from its supposed fa--
cility; And false—though true; for surely they're
sincerest
Who are strongly acted on by what is nearest. u. Byron—Don Juan. Canto XVI.
St. 97.
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CHARACTER.
CHARACTER.
With more capacity for love than earth Bestows on most of mortal mould and birth. His early dreams of good out-stripp'd the
truth,
And troubled manhood follow'd baffled youth, a. Byron—Lara. Canto I. St. 18.
Genteel in personage.
Conduct, and equipage;
Noble by heritage.
Generous and free.
6. Henry Carey—The Contrivances.
Act I. Sc. 2. L. 22.
Clever men are good, but they are not the best.
c. Carlyle—Goethe. Edinburgh
Review, 1828.
It can be said of him. When he departed he took a Man's life with him. No sounder piece of British manhood was put together in that eighteenth century of Time.
d. Carlyle—Sir Walter Scott. London
and Westminster Review. 1838.
It is in general more profitable to reckon up our defects than to boast of our attainments.
e. Carlyle—Essays. Signs of the Times.
We are firm believers in the maxim that, for all right judgment of any man or thing, it is useful, nay, essential, to see his good qualities before pronouncing on his bad.
/. Carlyle—Essays. Goethe.
Every one is the son of his own works. g. Cervantes—Don Quixote. Pt. I.
Bk. IV. Ch. XX.
I can look sharp as well as another, and let me alone to keep the cobwebs out of my eyes. h. Cervantes—Don Quixote. Pt. II.
Ch. XXXIII.
Thou art a cat, and rat, and a coward to boot, i. Cervantes—Don (Quixote. Pt. I.
Bk. III. Ch. VIII.
He was a verray perfight gentil knight. j. Chaucer—Canterbury Talcs. Prologue.
L. 72.
The nation looked upon him as a deserter, and he shrunk into insignificancy and an Earldom.
t. Earl Of Chesterfield—Character of Pulteney. 1763.
He (Hampden) had a head to contrive, a tongue to persuade, and a hand to execute, any mischief.
1. En. Hyde Clarendon—History of the Rebellion. Vol. III. Bk. VII.
Ib numbers warmly pure, and sweetly strong. m. Collins—Ode to Simplicity.
There is the love of knowing without the love of learning; the beclouding here leads to extravagant conduct.
n. Confucius—Analects. Bk. XVII.
Ch. vin.
An honest man, close-button'd to the chin, Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within. o. Cowper—Epittle to Joseph Hill.
Elegant as simplicity, and warm
As ecstasy.
p. Cowper— Table Talk. Line 588.
He cannot drink five bottles, bilk the score,
Then kill a constable, and drink five more;
But he can draw a pattern, make a tart,
And has the ladies' etiquette by heart.
q. Cowper—Progress of Error. L. 191.
His mind his kingdom, and his will his law. r. Cowper— Truth. Line 405.
The Frenchman, easy, debonair and brisk,
Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk,
Is always happy, reign whoever may,
And laughs the sense of mis'ry far away,
jr. Cowper— Table Talk. L. 237.
Virtue and vice had boundaries in old time,
Not to be pass'd.
t. Cowper— The Task. Bk. III. L. 75.
0 could I flow like thee ! and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme: Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet
not dull;
Strong without rage, without o'crflowing full, u. Sir John Denha.m—Cooper's Hill.
L. 189.
Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle? He was all for love and a little for the bottle. v. Chas. Dibdin—Captain Wattle and
Miss Rol.
He's tough, ma'am,—tough is J. B.; tough and de-vilish sly. u'. Dickens—Dombey and Son. Ch. VII.
A man so various, that he seem'd to be
Not one, but all mankind's epitome;
Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong,
Was everything by starts, and nothing long;
But in the course of one revolving moon.
Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.
x. Dryden—Absalom and Achitophel.
Pt. 1. L. 54T).
For every inch that is not fool, is rogue. y. Dryden—Absalom and Achitophel.
Pt. II. L. 463.
Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child. z. Dryden—Elegy on Mrs. Kittigrew.
L. 70.
CHARACTER.
CHARACTER.
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Plain without pomp, and rich without a show. a. Dryden—The Flower and the Leaf.
L. 187.
So over violent, or over civil, That every man with him was God or Devil. 6. Dbyden—Absalom and Achitophel.
Pt. I. L. 557.
Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace, e. Drydkn—Epistle to Oonoreve. L. 19.
There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.
d. George Eliot—Daniel Deronda.
Bk. III. Ch. XXIV.
Character is higher than intellect. * * * A great soul will be strong to live, as well as to think.
«. Emerson—The American Scholar.
No change of circumstances can repair a defect of character. /. Emerson—Essay. On Character.
A great character, founded on the living rock of principle, is, in fact, not a solitary phenomenon, to be at once perceived, limited, and described. It is a dispensation of Providence, designed to have not merely an immediate, but a continuous, progressive, and never-ending agency. It survives the man who possessed it; survives his age,—perhaps his country, his language.
g. Ed. Evebett—Speech. July 4, 1835.
The Youth of Washington.
Every one of us, whatever our speculative opinions, knows better than he practices, and recognizes a better law than he obeys.
h. Fbocdk—Short Studies on Great
Subjects. On Progress. Pt. II.
Human improvement is from within outwards.
i. Froudb—Short Studies on Great
Subjects. Divui Cxtar.
Oar thoughts and our conduct are our own. j. Frocde—Short Studies on Great
Subjects. Education.
Hearts of oak are our ships,
Gallant tars are our men.
t. Garrick—Hearts of Oat.
In every deed of mischief, he had a heart to resolve, a head to contrive, and a hand to execute.
I. Gibbon—Decline and Fall of the Roman
Empire. Ch. XLVIII. A. D. 1180.
Sept. 24.
That man may last, but never lives,
Who much receives, but nothing gives;
Whom none can love, whom none can
thank,—
Creation's blot, creation's blank. m. Thomas Gibbons— When Jesus Dwelt.
A man not perfect, but of heart
So high, of such heroic rage. That even his hopes became a part
Of earth's eternal heritage.
n. R. W. Gilder—At the President's Grave.
Epitaph.
To be engaged in opposing wrong affords, under the conditions of our mental constitution, but a slender guarantee for being right.
o. Gladstone—Time and Place of Homer.
Introduction.
Here lies David Garrick—describe me, who
can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in
man.
As an actor, confess'd without rival to shine;
As a wit, if not first, in the very first line.
p. Goldsmith—Retaliation. L. 93.
Our Garrick's a salad ; for in him we see
Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree.
q. Goldsmith—Retaliation. L. 11.
Though equal to all things, for all things
unfit;
Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit. r. Goldsmith—Retaliation. L. 37.
Hands, that the rod of empire might have
swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
s. Gkay—Elegy in a Country Churchyard.
St. 12.
Rugged strength and radiant beauty—
These were one in Nature's plan;
Humble toil and heavenward duty—
These will form the perfect man.
t. Sabaii J. Hale—Iron. St. VI.
Green be the turf above thee,
Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee,
Nor named thee but to praise.
u. Fitz-greene Halleck—On the death of Joseph R. Drake.
Thought is the wind, knowledge the sail, and mankind the vessel. v. J. C. and A. W. Hare— Guesses at
Truth.
Anyone must be mainly ignorant or thoughtless, who is surprised at everything he sees; or wonderfully conceited who expects everything to conform to his standard of propriety.
w. Wm. Hazlitt—Lectures on the English Comic Writers. On Wit and Humour.
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CHARACTER.
CHARACTER.
Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like season'd timber, never gives;
But though the whole world turn to coal,
Then chiefly lives.
a. Hebbebt—The Church. Vertue.
'Tis the same with common natures ;
Use 'em kindly, they rebel:
But, be rough as Nutmeg-graters,
And the rogues obey you well.
6. Aabon Hill—Verses Written on a
Window, In a Journey to Scotland.
0 Douglas, O Douglas! Tendir and trewe.
c. Sib Richard Holland—The Buke of
Howlat. St. XXXI.
We must have a weak spot or two in a character before we can love it much. People that do not laugh or cry, or take more of anything than U good for them, or use anything but dictionary-words, are admirable subjects for biographies. But we don't care most for those flat pattern flowers that press best in the herbarium.
d. 0. W. Holmes—The Professor at the
Breakfast Table. Ch. III. Iris.
Whatever comes from the brain carries the hue of the place it came from, and whatever comes from the heart carries the heat and color of its birthplace.
e. 0. W. Holmes— The Professor at the
Breakfast Table. Ch. VI.
But he whose inborn worth his acts commend, Of gentle soul, to human race a friend. /. Homer— Odyssey. Bk. 19. L.383.
Pope's trans.
Gentle of speech, beneficent of mind.
g. Homer— Odyssey. Bk. IV. L. 917.
Pope's trans.
In death a hero, as in life a friend!
A. Homer—Iliad. Bk. 17. L. 758.
Pope's trans.
Wise to resolve, and patient to perform.
». Homes— Odyssey. Bk. IV. L. 872.
Pope's trans.
The love of moral beauty, and that retention of the spirit of youth, which is implied by the indulgence of a poetical taste, are evidences of good disposition in any man, and argue well for the largeness of his mind in other respects.
j. LllOH Hunt—Men, Women and Books.
Of Statesmen Who Have Written
Verses.
A Soul of power, a well of lofty Thought A chastened Hope that ever points to Heaven, t. John Hdnter—Sonnet. A Replication
of Rhymes.
He was worse than provincial—he was parochial.
/. Henby James, Jr.—Of Thareau. A
Critical Life of Hawthorne.
Where the vivacity of the intellect and the strength of the passions, exceed the development of the moral faculties, the character is likely to be embittered or corrupted by extremes, either of adversity or prosperity.
m. Mrs. Jameson—Studies. On the Female
Character.
A very unclubable man.
n. Sam'l Johnson—BoswelFs Life of
Johnson. 1764. Note.
If he does really think that there is no distinction between virtue and vice, why, Sir, when he leaves our houses let us count our spoons.
o. Sam'l Johnson—BoswelFs Life of
Johnson. 1763,
Officious, innocent, sincere,
Of every friendless name the friend.
p. Sam'l Johnson—Verses on the Death
of Mr. Robert Level. St. 2.
The heart to conceive, the understanding to direct, or the hand to execute. q. Junius—City Address and the King's
Answer. Letter XXXVII.
He is truly great that is little in himself, and that maketh no account of any height of honors.
r. Thomas A Kempis—Imitation of
Christ. Bk. I. Ch. III.
When a man dies they who survive him ask what property he has left behind. The angel who bends over the dying man asks what good deeds he has sent before him.
s. The Koran.
First in war, first in peace, first in the hearts of his countrymen.
t. Gen. Henry Lee—Funeral Oration
on Washington.
First in war, first in peace, first in the hearts of his fellow citizens. w. Resolution on Washington's Death.
Prepared by Richard Henry Lkk and
offered in the House of Representatives
by John Marshall.
They eat, and drink, and scheme, and plod,
They go to church on Sunday ; And many are afraid of God,—
And more of Mrs. Grttndy.
v. Frederick Locker—The Jester't Plea.
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