SIR HENRY TAYLOR. 1800

The world knows nothing of its greatest men.
Philip Van Artevelde. Part i. Act i. Sc. 5.

An unreflected light did never yet

Dazzle the vision feminine.

Ibid.

He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend.
Eternity mourns that. "T is an ill cure

For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them.
Where sorrow's held intrusive and turned out,
There wisdom will not enter, nor true power,
Nor aught that dignifies humanity.

We figure to ourselves

The thing we like, and then we build it up
As chance will have it, on the rock or sand:
For thought is tired of wandering o'er the world,
And homebound Fancy runs her bark ashore.

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.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Act i. Sc. 7.

WADE.-CHILD. HOWITT.

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J. A WADE. 1800-1875.

Meet me by moonlight alone,
And then I will tell you a tale
Must be told by the moonlight alone,
In the grove at the end of the vale!

"T were vain to tell thee all I feel,
Or say for thee I'd die.

Meet me by Moonlight.

'T were rain to tell.

LYDIA MARIA CHILD. 1802-1880.

England may as well dam up the waters of the Nile with bulrushes, as to fetter the step of Freedom, more proud and firm, in this youthful land, than where she treads the sequestered glens of Scotland, or couches herself among the magnificent mountains of Switzerland. Supposititious Speech of James Otis. From The Rebels, Ch. iv.

MARY HOWITT. 1804

Old England is our home, and Englishmen are we; Our tongue is known in every clime, our flag in every Old England is our Home.

sea.

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walk into my parlour?" said a spider to a

""T is the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy."

The Spider and the Fly.

KATE FRANKLIN.

Stately and tall he moves in the hall,

The chief of a thousand for grace.

Life at Olympus. From the Lady's Book, Vol. xxiii. p. 33.

G. P. R. JAMES. 1801-1860.

I envy them, those monks of old,

Their books they read, and their beads they told.

The Monks of Old.

BENJAMIN DISRAELI (LORD BEACONSField).

1805-1881.

A precedent embalms a principle.

Speech in the House of Commons, Feb. 22, 1848. Assassination has never changed the history of the

world.

Ibid., May, 1865.

The secret of success is constancy to purpose.

Speech at the Crystal Palace, June 24, 1870. The author who speaks about his own books is almost as bad as a mother who talks about her own children. Speech at Glasgow, Nor. 19, 1870.

Apologies only account for that which they do not Speech in the House of Commons, July 28, 1871.

alter.

Youth is a blunder; Manhood a struggle; Old Age Coningsby. Book iii. Ch. i.

a regret.

DISRAELI.-PORTER. - ADAMS.

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The disappointment of manhood succeeds to the delusion of youth. Vivian Grey.

That when a man fell into his anecdotage, it was a sign for him to retire. Lothair. Ch. xxviii.

You know who critics are? the men who have failed in literature and art. Ch. xxxv.

The sweet simplicity of the three per cents. Endymion. The Athanasian Creed is the most splendid ecclesiastical lyric ever poured forth by the genius of man. Ibid. Blushing like a Worcestershire orchard, before har

vest.

Ibid.

MRS. (DAVID) PORTER.

Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee,
And cherished thine image for years;
Thou hast taught me at last to forget thee,

In secret, in silence and tears.

Thou hast wounded the spirit.

SARAH FLOWER ADAMS.

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!

1805-1848.

RALPH WALDO EMERSON. 1803-1882.

I wiped away the weeds and foam,

I fetched my sea-born treasures home;
But the poor, unsightly, noisome things

Had left their beauty on the shore,

With the sun, and the sand, and the wild uproar.

Not from a vain or shallow thought
His awful Jove young Phidias brought.

Each and All.

The Problem.

Out from the heart of Nature rolled

The burdens of the Bible old.

The hand that rounded Peter's dome,

Ibid.

And groined the aisles of Christian Rome,
Wrought in a sad sincerity;

Himself from God he could not free;

He builded better than he knew ;-
The conscious stone to beauty grew.

Earth proudly wears the Parthenon
As the best gem upon her zone.

Good by, proud world! I'm going home:
Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine.

What are they all in their high conceit,
When man in the bush with God may meet?

If eyes were made for seeing,

Ibid.

Ibid.

Good By.

Ibid.

Then Beauty is its own excuse for being. The Rhodora.

Here once the embattled farmers stood,

And fired the shot heard round the world.

Hymn sung at the Completion of the Concord Monument.