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SCHOOL-BOY-SCOTLAND.

SCHOOL-BOY.-Oft in the lone churchyard at night I've

seen,

By glimpse of moonshine, chequering through the trees,
The school-boy, with his satchel in his hand,
Whistling aloud to bear his courage up;

And lightly tripping o'er the long flat stones
(With nettles skirted, and with moss o'ergrown,
That tell in homely phrase who lie below;)
Sudden he starts! and hears, or thinks he hears
The sound of something purring at his heels.
BLAIR. The Grave, Line 56.

How often has the school-boy fetched a long circuit, and trudged many a needless step, in order to avoid the haunted churchyard! or, if necessity, sad necessity, has obliged him to cross the spot where human skulls are lodged below, and the baneful yews shed supernumerary horrors above, a thousand hideous stories rush into his memory. Fear adds wings to his feet; he scarce touches the ground; dares not once look behind him, and blesses his good fortune if no frightful sound purred at his heels; if no ghastly shape bolted upon his sight.

HERVEY.-Meditations. On the Night.

Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel,
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.

SHAKSPERE.-As You Like it, Act II. Scene 7.
(Jaques on the Seven Ages of Man.)

SCHOOLMASTER.-The innocent delight he took
To see the virgin mind her book,

Was but the master's secret joy

In school to hear the finest boy.

SWIFT.-Cadenus and Vanessa, Line 550.

SCORN.-But, alas! to make me

The fixed figure for the time of scorn,

To point his slow and moving finger at.

SHAKSPERE.-Othello, Act IV. Scene 2.
(The Moor to Desdemona.)

SCOTLAND.-Stands Scotland where it did?
SHAKSPERE.-Macbeth, Act IV. Scene 3.
(Macduff to Rosse.)

From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs.
BURNS.-Cotter's Saturday Night, Verse 19.

SCOTLAND-SCYLLA AND CHARYBDIS.

SCOTLAND.-O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent!
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil

Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!
BURNS.-Cotter's Saturday Night, Verse 20.

SCRAPS.

The scraps

From other trenchers, twice or thrice translated.
BROME.-The Merry Beggars, Act I.

SCREW.-Screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we'll not fail.

SHAKSPERE.-Macbeth, Act I. Scene 7.
(Lady Macbeth to her Husband.)

SCRIBBLE.-Ye Druids! rich in native lead,
Who daily scribble for your daily bread,
BYRON.-English Bards.

Fond of the Muse, to her devote my days,
And scribble-not for pudding, but for praise.
BLACKLOCK.-The Author's Picture.

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SCRIPTURES.-Stars are poor books, and oftentimes do miss :
This book of stars lights to eternal bliss.

GEO. HERBERT.-The Temple: Holy Scriptures,
Part II.

SCRIVENER.-To this brave man the knight repairs
For counsel in his law affairs,

And found him mounted in his pew,

With books and money placed for shew.

BUTLER. Hudibras, Part III. Canto 3.

Thou son of parchment, got betwixt the inkhorn
And the stuff'd process-bag-that mayest call
The pen thy father, and the ink thy mother,
The wax thy brother, and the sand thy sister,
And the good pillory thy cousin.

SCOTT.-Fortunes of Nigel, Chap. XXXIV.

SCYLLA AND CHARYBDIS.-Incidit in Scyllam cupiens vitare Charybdim.

PHILIP GUALTIER DE LILLE.—A poet of the 13th
century.

He falls into Scylla in endeavouring to escape Charybdis.
RYLEY.-Dict. Classical Quot. 176.

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SCYLLA AND CHARYBDIS-SEA.

SCYLLA AND CHARYBDIS.-When I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your mother.

SHAKSPERE.-Merchant of Venice, Act III.
Scene 5. (Launcelot to Jessica.)

SEA.-There is sorrow on the sea; it cannot be quiet.
JEREMIAH.-Chap XLIX. Verse 23.

What aileth thee, O thon sea, that thou fleddest? Tremble, thou earth, at the presence of the Lord: at the presence of the God of Jacob.

PSALM CXIV. Verses 3, 5, 7.

He proceeded to drive over the billows, and the monsters of the deep sported beneath him on all sides from their recesses, nor were ignorant of their king. For joy the sea separated. BUCKLEY'S Homer.-The Iliad, Book XIII. Page 229.

Surely oak and threefold brass surrounded his heart, who first trusted a frail vessel to the merciless ocean.

HORACE, by Buckley.-Ode III. Line 6.

Hearts, sure, of brass they had, who tempted first
Rude seas that spare not what themselves have nursed.
WALLER. Battle of the Summer Islands,
Canto II. Line 102.

It was a brave attempt! advent'rous he,
Who in the first ship broke the unknown sea;
And, leaving his dear native shores behind,

Trusted his life to the licentious wind.

DR. WATTS.-Lyric Poems, Launching into
Eternity.

The sea! the sea! the open sea!

The blue, the fresh, the ever free!

BARRY CORNWALL.-A Song.

Seas rough with black winds and storms.

MILTON.-Translation of Horace, Ode V. Book 1.

I cannot, 'twixt the heaven and the main,

Descry a sail.

SHAKSPERE.-Othello, Act II. Scene 1.
(A Gentleman to Montano.)

Betwixt the firmament and it, you cannot thrust a bodkin's point.
SHAKSPERE.-Winter's Tale, Act III. Scene 3.
(Clown to a Shepherd.)

SEA.-Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell-
Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave,
Then some leap'd overboard with dreadful yell,
As eager to anticipate their grave;

And the sea yawn'd around her like a hell,

And down she suck'd with her the whirling wave, Like one who grapples with his enemy,

And strives to strangle him before he die.

BYRON.-Don Juan, Canto II. Stanza 52.

I saw a thousand fearful wracks:

A thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon:
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,

All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.

Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes
Where eyes did once inhabit there were crept,
As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems,
That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep,

And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.

SHAKSPERE.-King Richard III. Act I. Scene 4.
(Clarence's Dream.)

O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,
Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,
Survey our empire, and behold our home!

BYRON.-The Corsair, Canto I. Stanza 1.

Ours are the tears, though few, sincerely shed,
While Ocean shrouds and sepulchres our dead.

BYRON.-The Corsair, Canto I. Stanza 1.

Oh! what can sanctify the joys of home,
Like Hope's gay glance from Ocean's troubled foam.
BYRON.-The Corsair, Canto III. Stanza 18.

He that will learn to pray, let him go to sea.

GEORGE HERBERT.-Jacula prudentum.

Praise the sea, but keep on land.

GEORGE HERBERT.-Jacula prudentum.

Unhappy youth! how art thou lost,

In what a sea of troubles toss'd!

FRANCIS' Horace.-Ode XXVII. Line 25.

Thus in a sea of folly tost,

My choicest hours of life are lost.

SWIFT.-Horace, Book II. Line 125.

SEAMAN.-I would have men of such constancy put to sea that their business might be every thing, and their intent every where; for that's it that always makes a good voyage of nothing.

SHAKSPERE.-Twelfth Night, Act II. Scene 4. (Clown to the Duke.)

By strength of heart, the sailor fights with roaring seas.
WORDSWORTH.-The Excursion, Book IV.
Page 122.

Now, hoist the anchor, mates-and let the sails
Give their broad bosom to the buxom wind,
Like lass that woos a lover.

SCOTT.-Peveril of the Peak, Chap. XIX.

Well, then, our course is chosen-spread the sail—
Heave oft the lead, and mark the soundings well;
Look to the helm, good master-many a shoal
Marks this stern coast, and rocks where sits the siren,
Who, like ambition, lures men to their ruin.

SCOTT.-Kenilworth, Chap. XVII.

Chance will not do the work-chance sends the breeze,
But if the pilot slumber at the helm,

The very wind that wafts us towards the port
May dash us on the shelves-the steersman's part

Is vigilance, blow it rough or smooth.

SCOTT.-Fortunes of Nigel, Chap. XXII.

On the lee-beam lies the land, boys,
See all clear to reef each course;
Let the fore-sheet go, don't mind, boys,
Though the weather should be worse.

SCOTT.-St. Ronan's Well, Chap. XXXIII.

So puts himself into the shipmate's toil,

With whom each minute threatens life or death. SHAKSPERE.-Pericles, Act I. Scene 3. (Helicanus to Thaliard.)

A man whom both the waters and the wind,
In that vast tennis court, hath made the ball
For them to play upon.

SHAKSPERE.-Pericles, Act II. Scene 1.
(Pericles to the Fishermen.)