V.

1.

G. He that is the most assured of success will make the fewest appeals to favor, and where nothing is claimed that is undue, nothing that is due will be withheld.

H. Smith.

L.-That you should take the broom, the pail,

The distaff, wash-tub, and the churn,

That pride you'll find at last will fail,
Unless to live on air you learn.

2.

G.-The wing of your spirit is broken,

Your day-star of hope has declined,
For a week not a word have you spoken,
That's either polite or refined;
Your mind's like the sky in bad weather,
When mist-clouds around you are curled,

And viewing yourself altogether,

You're the veriest wretch in the world.

But one way remains-to the river,

Then fly from the goadings of care,

And drown! oh, the thought makes me shiver,

A terrible death, I declare!

Then better once more see your deary,

And parry her cruel disdain,

Beseech her to take you in pity

And never forsake you again.

V.

L.-Not hard to tell-thy varying cheek
The tale doth well impart,

The thoughts of thy young spirit meek,
Are on a kindred heart.

3.

G. As spiders never seek the fly,
But leave him of himself t' apply,
So men are by themselves employed,
To quit the freedom they enjoyed,
And run their necks into a noose,
They'd break them after to get loose.

Butler.

L-Irratibility urges you to take a step as much too soon as sloth does too late.

4.

Cecu.

You will get yourself into more harm than you guess, By answering "No," when you should have said "Yes.”

G.-Ah! every wish your

5.

soul can know,

Affection's brightest ray,

Shall aid love's sweetest charm to throw
Around life's checkered way;
And cheering hopes, with angel smile,
Throw sunbeams o'er your tears,

And pleasure gild the path of toil,
Along the vale of years.

V.

L.-There still are many rainbows in your sky. Byron.

6.

The ample proposition that hope makes
In all designs begun on earth below,
Fails in the promised largeness.

Shakspeare.

Fight on, thou brave true heart, and falter not, through dark fortune, and through bright. The cause thou fightest før, so far as it is true-no farther, yet precisely so far -is very sure of victory; the falsehood of it alone will be abolished, as it ought to be.

8.

And would your vain presumption soar so high?
Birds should have wings before they hope to fly!

9.

G-Only tell her that you love,

Leave the rest to her and fate,
Some kind planet from above

May perhaps her pity move;

Lovers on their stars must wait;

Only tell her that you love.

Why, oh! why should you despair!
Mercy's pictured in her eye;

If she once vouchsafe to hear,
Welcome hope, and welcome fear;

She's too good to let you die,

Why, oh! why should you despair?

Lord Oxford's Works.

L.-Be purity of life the test

Leave to the heart, to Heaven the rest.

10.

Sprague.

G. Her love is like the snow-flakes
That melt before you pass,

Or the bubble on the wine that breaks
Before you lift the glass.

L.-If Love can be for one alone,

Well pleased is he to be that one,
But when he sees Love given to rove
To two or three, then-good-bye Love!

Love, must in short, keep fond and true,
Through good report and evil too,
Else he will swear young Love may go
For aught he'll care-to Jericho!

11.

G. Most fond of doing always what is right,
In this, and this alone she takes delight.

L.-Oh! he is wild and gay,

He squanders the old man's store,

Praca

Moore

V.

But soon the rage of play

Will land him on ruin's shorc.

12.

G.-Though not called beautiful, her features bear
A loveliness by angel hands impressed,
Such as the pure in heart alone may wear,
The outward symbol of a soul at rest;
And this beseems her well, for love and truth
Companion ever with her guileless youth.
Mrs. Embury.

L. He would not from the wise require
The lumber of their learned lore,
Nor would he from the rich desire
A single counter of their store;
For he has ease, and he has health,
And he has spirits-light as air,
And more than wisdom, more than wealth,
A merry heart that laughs at care.

Like other mortals of his kind

He's struggled for Dame Fortune's favor,
And sometimes has been half inclined
To rate her for her ill behavior;
But life was short-he thought it folly
To lose its moments in despair;
So slipped aside from melancholy,
With merry heart that laughed at care.

Milnes