Manners. — Layard. — I'rother. 595

LORD JOHN MANNERS. Let wealth and commerce, laws and learning die, But leave us still our old nobility.

England's Trust, and other Poems. London, 1840.

A. H. LAYARD.

I have always believed that success would be the inevitable result if the two services, the army and the navy, had fair play, and if we sent the right man to fill the right place. Speech, January 15. 1855. Hansard, Parl. Debates,

Third Series, Vol. 138, p. 2077.

MISS — WROTHER.

Hope tells a flattering tale,

Delusive, vain, and hollow,
Ah let not Hope prevail,

Lest disappointment follow.
From The Universal Songster. Vol. ii. p. 86.
i Hope told a flattering tale,

That Joy would soon return;
Ah, naught my sighs avail,

For love is doomed to mourn.
Anon. Air by Giovanni Paisiello (1741-1816).

Vol. i. p. 320.

596

Smith. — Chorley. — Barry.

ALEXANDER SMITH. 1830 – 1867.
Like a pale martyr in his shirt of fire.

A Life Drama. Sc. ii.
In winter when the dismal rain

Came down in slanting lines,
And Wind, that grand old harper, smote

His thunder-harp of pines. Ibid. A poem round and perfect as a star. Ibid.

H. F. CHORLEY. 1831 – 1872.
A song to the oak, the brave old oak,
Who hath ruled in the greenwood long.

The Brave Old Oak. Then here 's to the oak, the brave old oak

Who stands in his pride alone;
And still flourish he, a hale green tree,

When a hundred years are gone! Ibid.

MICHAEL J. BARRY.
But whether on the scaffold high

Or in the battle's van,
The fittest place where man can die
Is where he dies for man !

From The Dublin Nation, Sept. 28, 1844.

Vol. ii. p. 8o9.

Lovell. — Cook. — Tupper. — Adams. 597

MARIA LOVELL.
Two souls with but a single thought,
Two hearts that beat as one.
Ingomar the Barbarian, Act ii. Translated

from the German.

· ELIZA COOK. I love it - I love it, and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old arm-chair!

The Old Arm-Chair.

MARTIN F. TUPPER. A babe in a house is a well-spring of pleasure.

Of Education. God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love.

Of Immortality.

SARAH FLOWER ADAMS. --- 1848.

Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee!
E'en though it be a cross

That raiseth me;
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to thee!

598

Dufferin. — Muloch. — Harte.

LADY DUFFERIN.

I am very lonely now, Mary,

For the poor make no new friends;
But O, they love the better still
The few our Father sends.

. Lament of the Irish Emigrant. I 'm sitting on the stile, Mary,

Where we sat side by side. Ibid.

DINAH M. MULOCH.

Two hands upon the breast,

And labour 's done : 1
Two pale feet cross'd in rest,
The race is won.

Now and Afterwards.

BRET HARTE.
That for ways that are dark

And for tricks that are vain,
The heathen Chinee is peculiar.

Plain Language from Truthful James.
Ah Sin was his name !

Ibid. With the smile that was childlike and bland.

Ibid. 1 Two hands upon the breast, and labour is past. Russian Proverb.

Dante. — Angelo. - Hippocrates.

599

DANTE. 1265 - 1321.' All hope abandon ye who enter here.

Hell. Canto iii. 9. No greater grief than to remember days Of joy when misery is at hand.

Ibid. Canto v. 121.

MICHAEL ANGELO. 1474- 1564.

As when, O lady mine,
With chisell’d touch
The stone unhewn and cold
Becomes a living mould,
The more the marble wastes
The more the statue grows.
Sonnet. Translated by Mrs. Henry Roscoe.

HIPPOCRATES.

Life is short and the art long.

Aphorism i. Extreme remedies are very appropriate for extreme diseases."