See him erect, with ofty tread,
The dark scarf streaming from his head,
Lead forth his groups, in order meet,
And range them grief-wise in the street-
Presiding o'er the solemn show,

The very Chesterfield of woe!

HON. N. BIDDLE's Ode to Bogle

Let widows, anxious to fulfil

(For the first time) the dear man's will,
Lovers and lawyers ill at ease,

For bliss deferr'd, or loss of fees,
Or heirs, impatient of delay,
Chafe inly at his formal stay;
The Bogle heeds not: firm and true,
Resolv'd to give the dead his due,
No jot of honour will he bate,
Nor stir towards the church-yard gate,
Till the last person is at hand,

And every hat has got its band.

HON. N. BIDDLE's Ode to Bogle.

Ere death had quite stricken the bloom from her cheek.
Or worn off the smoothness and gloss of her brow,
When our quivering lips her dear name could not speak,
And our hearts vainly strove to God's judgment to bow,
He estrang'd himself from us, and cheerfully then
Sought out a new object, and wedded again.

J. H. BRIGHT.

Nature doth mourn for thee. There is no need
For man to strike his plaintive lyre and fail,
As fail he must if he attempts thy praise.

MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY

FUTURITY.-(See ETERNITY.)

GAMBLING-GENIUS - TALENT.

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GAMBLING.-(See BETTING.)

GENIUS-TALENT.

Time, place, and action, may with pains be wrought,
But genius must be born, and never can be taught.

One science only will one genius fit,
So vast is art, so narrow human wit:

Like kings, we lose the conquests gain'd before,
By vain ambition still to make them more.

DRYDEN.

POPE'S Essay on Criticism.

Talents angel-bright,

If wanting worth, are shining instruments
In false ambition's hand, to finish faults

Illustrious, and give infamy renown.

of my

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

kind ;

́I live not like the many
Mine is a world of feelings and of fancies;
Fancies, whose rainbow-empire is the mind-
Feelings, that realize their own romances.

MISS L. E. LANDON.

For genius swells more strong and clear
When close confin'd-like bottled beer.

TRUMBULL'S McFingal

The lamp of genius, tho' by nature lit,
If not protected, prun'd, and fed with care,
Soon dies, or runs to waste with fitful glare.

CARLOS WILCOX.

He drew his light from that he was amidst,
As doth a lamp from air which hath itself
Matter of light, altho' it show it not.

BAILEY'S Festus.

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GENTLEMAN.

Wax to receive, and marble to retain

BYRON'S Beppo.

What made more sad the outward form's decay,
A soul of Genius glimmer'd thro' the clay:
Genius has so much youth no care can kill,
Death seems unnatural when it sighs "Be still."

Creative Genius! from thy hand
What shapes of order, beauty, rise,
When waves thy potent, mystic wand
To people ocean, earth and skies

The New Timon.

.. H. M'ILVANE.

GENTLEMAN.

He that bears himself like a gentleman
Is worth to have been born a gentleman.

Measure not thy carriage by any man's eye,
Thy speech by no man's ear; be resolute

And confident in saying and in doing;
This is the grace of a right gentleman.

I read no difference between this huge,

This monstrous big word, lord, and gentleman,
More than the title sounds; for aught I learn,
The latter is as noble as the first:

I'm sure more ancient.

The general voice

Sounds him for courtesy, behaviour, language,

And every fair demeanour, an example:
Titles of honour add not to his worth,

Who is himself an honour to his title.

CHAPMAN.

CHAPMAN.

JOHN FORD.

JOHN FORD.

Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!—

Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd,

Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell,

Be thy intents wicked or charitable,

Thou comest in such questionable shape

That I will speak to thee.

SHAKSPEARE.

Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!

Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes,

Which thou dost glare with!

I can call up spirits from the vasty deep.-
-Why so can I, or so can any man;

SHAKSPEARE.

But will they come, when you do call for them?

A thousand fantasies

Begin to throng into my memory,

SHAKSPEARE,

Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire,
And airy tongues that syllable men's names,
And sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses.

MILTON'S Comus

They gather round, and wonder at the tale

Of horrid apparition, tall and ghostly,

That walks at dead of night, or takes his stand
O'er some new-open'd grave, and (strange to tell,)
Evanishes at crowing of the cock.

BLAIR'S Grave.

For spirits, freed from mortal laws, with ease
Assume what sexes and what shapes they please.

POPE

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GHOST - SUPERSTITION.

Matrons who toss the cup, and see
The grounds of fate in grounds of tea.

A horrid spectre rises to my sight,
Close by my side, and plain and palpable,
In all good seeming and close circumstance,
As man meets man.

'Tis a history

Handed from ages down; a nurse's tale,

CHURCHILL

JOANNA BAILLIE

Which children, open-ey'd and mouth'd, devour;
And thus, as garrulous ignorance relates,
We learn it and believe.

An undefin'd and sudden thrill,

SOUTHEY'S Thalaba.

That makes the heart a moment still-
Then beat with quicker pulse, asham'd
Of that strange sense its silence fram'd.

BYRON'S Siege of Corinth.

He shudder'd, as no doubt the bravest cowers

When he can't tell what 't is that doth appal.

How odd a single hobgoblin's nonentity

Should cause more fear than a whole host's identity!

BYRON'S Don Juan

BYRON'S Don Juan

Grim reader! did you ever see a ghost?

And not in vain he listen'd: Hush!-what's that?
I see I see-Ah no! 't is not-yet 't is—
Ye powers! it is the-the-the-Pooh! the cat!
may take that stealthy pace of his!

The devil

BYRON'S Don Juan

Of clanking fetters-low, mysterious groans—
Blood-crusted daggers, and uncoffin'd bones-
Pale gliding ghosts, with fingers dropping gore-
And blue flames dancing round a dungeon door.

SPRAGUE'S Curionty.