Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak So may he rest: his faults lie gently on him! Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.

Macbeth, Act iv. Sc. 3.

SHAKESPEARE.

Henry VIII., Activ. Sc. 2.

SHAKESPEARE.

And still

a voire of dolorous pitch,

tone could

react The Rich

this song of the Shirt!

Mr. Hors

I was Ever thus ! _ Euch hour that came,
Still moremitting, bought

Some newer form of grip

Some newer

or shame,

care for thought.

M. Gilmore times.