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And she lives on earth as they should live,
Whose hopes and home are Heaven.

Bowring. L.-Noble he is, contemning all things mean,

His truth unquestioned, and his soul serene;
Of no man's presence does he feel afraid,
At no man's presence does he look dismayed;
Yet while the serious thought his soul approves,
Cheerful he seems, and gentleness he loves;
For bliss domestic is his heart designed,
He with the firmest, has the fondest mind;
If pride is his, 'tis not their vulgar pride
Who in their base contempt the base deride;
But if that spirit in his soul has place,
It is the jealous pride that shuns disgrace;
Pride in a life that Slander's tongue defied,
In fact, a noble passion, misnamed pride.

Crabbe.

4.

G.–She thinks that the beauty of life loses worth

When one being only has joy in its smile;
That the union of hearts gives that pleasure its birth
Which beams on the darkest and coldest of earth

Like the sun on his own chosen isle:
That it gives to the fireside of winter the light,

The glow, and the glitter of spring-
That sweet are the hours when two fond hearts unite,
When softly they glide in their innocent flight
Away, on a motionless wing.

Percival.

M.

L. He is really much like the minister who married pretty Polly Peters in his sixtieth year, and when the elders came to inquire if she had the requisite qualifications for a pastor's lady he told them he didn't think she had. “ But the fact is, brethren,” said he, “though I don't pretend she is a saint, she is a very pretty little sinner, and I love her !That's just his case.

Mrs. H. B. Stowe.

5.

G.--She's fair and false, that caused your smart,

You will love her mickle and lang ;
She will break her vow, she will break your heart,
And you may e'en go hang!

Burns. L.-Oh, if good Heaven would be so much his friend

To let his fate upon his choice depend,
All that remains of life with you he'd spend,
And think bis stars had given a happy end.

Oldham.

6.

Yes, let the eagle change his plume,
The leaf its hue, the flower its bloom,
But ties around that heart are spun,
That will not, cannot be undone.

Campbell

7.

When forced to part from those we love

Though sure to meet to-morrow,

M.

We yet a kind of anguish prove,

And feel a touch of sorrow.

8.

G.—It is not mirth, for mirth she is too still ;

It is not wit, which leaves the heart more chill;
But that continuous sweetness which with ease
Pleases all round it from the wish to please.

New Timon.

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L.-To tax a bad voice to slander music. An' he had been a dog that howled thus, they would hang him.

Shakspeare.

9.

G.-She'll be employed, and with success,

In making all thy sorrows less.
L.-The doctor will call on his patient,

Pronounce him alarmingly ill,
The pulse and the tongue next examine,

Then leave a prescription, or pill-
And say if his orders are followed,

The afflicted will soon be abroad;
But he's pretty sure not to promise
Which side he will be of the sod.

C. M. M.

10.
G.–The loving will your lot to bless

Is all that she'll at first possess,

M.

But ere you've reached the close of life

You'll gain a fortune through your wife. L.-A plain pleasant cottage, conveniently neat, With a mill and some meadows--a freehold estate.

Cunningham.

11.

G.–When first you

look upon her face
You little note, beside
The timidness that still betrays

The beauties it would hide;
But one by one they look out from

Her blushes, and her eyes,
And still the last the loveliest,
Like stars from twilight skies.

George Hill. L.—He's one who holds it heresy to think,

Who loves no music but the dollar's clink,
Who laughs to scorn the wisdom of the schools,
And deems the first of poets, first of fools.
He never found what good from science grew,
Save the grand truth that “one and one make two.'
The kindly throbs that other men control
Ne'er melt the iron of his miser-soul ;
Thro' life's dark road his sordid way he wends,
An incarnation of fat dividends;
No thoughts across his brain scarce dare to crep
Except thrift's parent pair—to get-to keep.

Sprague.

M.

12.

G.-You'll marry with a scolding wife,

The fourteenth of November;
She'll make you weary of your life,

By one unruly member.

L.-Why, look upon that golden ring,

You have no cause to shrink,
Though oft 'tis galling as the slaves'

Indissoluble link-
And look upon your Church, the place

Of blessing, and of prayer,
For soon, oh soon, your marriage vows

Will be repeated there.

13.

G.-You are too proud and difficult,

And soon or late you'll find
That those for whom you'd wish to sue

Are not at all inclined.

L.-Beneath your grave-stone you'll be laid

An old and disappointed maid,
Who from your cradle talked till death,
And ne'er till then knew lack of breath.

14.

Nothing is more easy than to grow rich. It is only to trust nobody ; to befriend none; to get everything we can

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