MECHANIC - MEDICINE-MEEKNESS, &c.

28. Then come the wild weather- come sleet or come snow,

We will stand by each other, however it blow;
Oppression, and sickness, and sorrow and pain,
Shall be to our true love as links to the chain.

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LONGFELLOW

· From the German.

29. Oh, pleasant is the welcome kiss
When day's dull round is o'er,
And sweet the music of the step
That meets us at the door.

J. R. DRAKE.

30. Tho' close the link that bound them, yet hath heaven A closer tie to the true-hearted given.

MRS. C. H. W. ESLING.

MECHANIC.-(See BLACKSMITH.)

MEDICINE. (See DISEASE.)

MEEKNESS-MILDNESS.

1. Of manners gentle, of affections mild,

In wit, a man-simplicity, a child.

2. Though sprightly, gentle; though polite, sincere ; And only of thyself a judge severe.

POPE.

BEATTIE.

3. She was a soft landscape of mild earth, Where all was harmony and calm and quiet, Luxuriant, budding.

BYRON.

4. With a spirit as meek as the gentlest of those Who in life's sunny valley lie shelter'd and warm.

MOORE.

7. The one presiding feature in her mind
Was the pure meekness of a will resign'd,
A tender spirit, freed from all pretence
Of wit, and pleas'd in mild benevolence.

BURNS.

J. G. PERCIVAL.

MEETING.

1. Sir, you are very welcome to our house; It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore I scant this breathing courtesy.

SHAKSPEARE.

2. A hundred thousand welcomes! I could weep,
And I could laugh; I'm light and heavy welcome!

3.

I sware

By the simplicity of Venus' doves!

SHAKSPEARE.

By that which knitteth souls, and prospers loves!
In the same place thou hast appointed me,
To-morrow truly will I meet with thee.

SHAKSPEARE.

4. The joy of meeting pays the pangs of absence; Else who could bear it?

5.

Absence, with all its pains,

Rowe's Tamerlane.

Is by this charming moment wiped away.

THOMSON.

6. When lovers meet in adverse hour,

'Tis like a sun-glimpse through a shower;
A watery ray an instant seen,

Then darkly closing clouds between.

SCOTT'S Rokeby.

7. And does not a meeting like this make amends
For all the long years I've been wand'ring away —
To see thus around me my youth's early friends,
As smiling and kind as in that happy day?

MELANCHOLY.-(See Care.)

MEMORY.

1. He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasures of his eyesight lost.

SHAKSPEARE.

BLAIR'S Grave.

GOLDSMITH.

4. Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my heart, and turns the past to pain. GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village.

5. Had memory been lost with innocence

We had not known the sentence, nor th' offence;
"T was man's chief punishment, to keep in store
The sad remembrance what he was before.

DENHAM.

6. Thinking will make me mad; why must I think, When no thought brings me comfort?

SOUTHERN.

7. And scenes long past, of joy and pain,

Come wildering o'er his aged brain.

SCOTT's Last Minstrel.

8. It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Like some wild melody.

Like a tomb-searcher, memory ran,

Lifting each shroud that time had cast
O'er buried hopes.

ROGERS' Italy.

MOORE's Loves of the Angels.

10. Long, long be my heart with such memories fill'd!
Like the vase in which roses have once been distill'd,
You may break, you may ruin the vase, if you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.

11. When time, which steals our years away,

Shall steal our pleasures too,

The memory of the past will stay,

MOORE.

And half our joy renew.

MOORE.

12. Let fate do her worst; there are moments of joy,

Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy;
Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care,
And bring back the features that joy used to wear.

13. My memory now is but the tomb Of joys long past.

14. But in that instant, o'er his soul
Winters of memory seem'd to roll,
And gather in their drop of time
A life of pain, an age of crime;-
O'er him who loves, or hates, or fears,
Such moments pour the grief of years.

MOORE.

BYRON'S Giaour.

BYRON'S Giaour.

15. But ever and anon, of grief subdued

16.

There comes a token, like a serpent's sting,
Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

And other days came back to me

With recollected music, tho' the tone

Is chang'd and solemn, like the cloudy groan
Of dying thunder on the distant wind.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

17. We ne'er forget, tho' there we are forgot.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

18. Oh! friends regretted, scenes for ever dear,
Remembrance hails you with her warmest tear!
Drooping she bends o'er pensive Fancy's urn,
To trace the hours which never can return.

19. Ah! tell me not that memory

Sheds gladness o'er the past;-
What is recall'd by faded flowers,
Save that they did not last?
Were it not better to forget,
Than but remember and regret?

BYRON.

MISS L. E. LANDON.

20. There are moments of life that we never forget,
Which brighten, and brighten, as time steals away;
They give a new charm to the happiest lot,

And they shine on the gloom of the loneliest day.
J. G. PERCIVAL.

21. As we look back thro' life in our moments of sadness,
How few and how brief are the gleamings of gladness!
Yet we find, 'midst the gleam that our pathway o'ershaded,
A few spots of sunshine a few flowers unfaded;

And memory still hoards, as her richest of treasures,
Some moments of rapture-some exquisite pleasures.
PROSPER M. WETMORE.