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NECESSITY - NEGLECT - SLIGHT.

12. Lovely indeed the mimic works of art,

But Nature's works far lovelier.

COWPER'S Task.

13. Thro' nature's walk your curious way you take,
Gaze on her glowing bow, her glittering flake,
Her Spring's first cheerful green, her Autumn's last,
Borne on the breeze, or dying in the blast.
You climb the mountain's everlasting wall,
You linger where the thunder-waters fall;
You love to wander by old ocean's side,
And hold communion with its silver tide.

14.

SPRAGUE'S Curiosity.

Go abroad

Upon the paths of Nature, and, when all
Its voices whisper, and its silent things
Are breathing the deep beauty of the world,
Kneel at its simple altar.

15. "Tis Nature moulds the touching face,
"T is she that gives the living grace,
The genuine charm that never dies,
The modest air, the timid eyes,
The stealing glance, that wins its way
To where the soul's affections lay.

N. P. WILLIS.

J. K. PAULDING.

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1. Full many a gem, of purest ray serene,
The dark, unfathom'd caves of ocean bear;
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

GRAY'S Elegy.

2. Ah me! full sorely is my heart forlorn,

To think how modest worth neglected lies;
While partial fame doth with her hosts adorn
Such deeds alone as pride and pomp disguise-
Deeds of ill sort, and mischievous emprise.

3. Be thou the first true merit to befriend;
His praise is lost, who waits till all commend.

4.

In this perverted age,

Who most deserve, can't always most engage;
So far is worth from making glory sure,

SHENSTONE.

POPE.

It often hinders what it should procure.

YOUNG.

5. Change thou the first, nor wait thy lover's flight.

PRIOR.

6. Have I not manag'd my contrivance well,
To try your love, and make you doubt of mine?

DRYDEN.

7. Come, come, 't will not do! put that purling brow down; You can't, for the soul of you, learn how to frown. HENRY KIRK WHITE.

8. Wi' curling lip, and scornful een,

She listen'd to all he said,

While the moon look'd down, and the twinkling sheen

Of the stars is o'er them shed.

My heart is wae for the luckless knight,
His vows are scatter'd in air;
For pitiless is his lady bright,

And his prayer is a bootless prayer.

S. P. CHASE.

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1. The rabble gather round the man of news, And listen with their mouths wide open:

Some tell, some hear, some judge of news, some make it,

And he that lies most loud, is most believ'd.

2. This folio of four pages, happy work,

Which not e'en critics criticise; that holds
Inquisitive attention, while I read

Fast bound in chains of silence, which the fair,
Though eloquent themselves, yet fear to break.

DRYDEN.

COWPER'S Task.

3. The news! our morning, noon, and evening cry,
Day after day repeats it till we die.
For this the cit, the critic, and the fop,
Dally the hour away in Tonsor's shop;
For this the gossip takes her daily route,

And wears your threshold and your patience out;
For this we leave the parson in the lurch,
And pause to prattle on the way to church;
Even when some coffin'd friend we gather round,

We ask "What news?" - then lay him in the ground.

SPRAGUE'S Curiosity.

4. The news!—there scarcely is a word, I'll venture here

to say,

That o'er men's thoughts and fancies holds more universal

The old,

sway;

the young, the grave, the gay, the wealthy and
the poor,

All wish, on each succeeding day, to hear it o'er and o'er,
Though on each day 't is always chang'd from what it was

before.

J. T. WATSON.

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2. He swore the world, as he could prove,
Was made of fighting and of love;
Just so romances are; for what else
Is in them all, but love and battles?

SHAKSPEARE.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

3. Now fiction's groves we tread, where young romance Laps the glad senses in her sweetest trance.

SPRAGUE'S Curiosity.

4. She shuts the dear, dear book that made her weep, Puts out her light, and turns away to sleep.

SPRAGUE'S Curiosity.

5. The gorgeous pageantry of times gone by,-
The tilt, the tournament, the vaulted hall,-
Fades in its glory on the spirit's eye,

And fancy's bright and gay creation—all
Sink into dust, when reason's searching glance
Unmasks the age of knighthood and romance.

S. L. FAIRField.

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NOVELTY - NUN-OATHS.

6. I'm not romantic, but, upon my word,

There are some moments when one can't help feeling
As if his heart's chords were so strongly stirr'd

By things around him, that, 't is vain concealing,
A little music in his soul still lingers,

Whene'er its keys are touch'd by Nature's fingers.

C. F. HOFFMAN.

NOVELTY.

1.

New customs,

Though they be never so ridiculous,

Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd.

SHAKSPEARE.

2. All, with one consent, praise new-born gauds,
Though they are made and moulded of things past.
SHAKSPEARE.

3. Papilla, wedded to her amorous spark,
Sighs for the shades "How charming is a park !”
The park is purchas'd, but the fair he sees

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All bath'd in tears "O odious, odious trees!"

POPE'S Moral Essays.

4. Of all the passions that possess mankind,

The love of novelty rules most the mind;
In search of this, from realm to realm we roam,
Our fleets come fraught with every folly home.

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FOOTE.

OATHS-SWEARING.

1. 'Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow that is vow'd true.

SHAKSPEARE.

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