mother the church weaves this dark thread into the marriage bond, not only as betokening the necessary limit of connubial happiness, but as a wholesome lesson to rejoice with trembling, and to live chiefly for that state in which the purest joys of this life are so infinitely transcended, as to form no part of its superior bliss, where they neither marry nor are given in marriage, but are as the angels of heaven.'”

Rev. Dr. Arthur Cleveland Coxe.
From "Thoughts on a Ring."

THE OCEAN.

"Ho! how the giant heaves himself and strains,
And strives to break his strong and viewless chains,
Foams in his wrath at all his prison-doors,

Hark! hear him! how he smites and rolls and roars,
As if he fain would issue forth and sweep
Each living thing within his lowest deep."

"ART is long, and time is fleeting,

Richard H. Dana.

And our hearts though stout and brave,

Still, like muffled drums are beating

Funeral marches to the grave."

Longfellow.

COVETOUSNESS.

"COVETOUSNESS pretending to heap much together for fear of want; yet finds after all his pains and purchase, he suffers that really which at first he feared vainly; and by not using what he gets, he makes that suffering to be actual, present, and necessary; which in his lowest

condition was but future, contingent, and possible. It stirs up the desire, and takes away the pleasure of being satisfied. It increases the appetite, and will not content it. It swells the principal to no purpose, and lessens the use to all purpose; disturbing the order of nature, and the designs of God; making money not to be the instrument of exchange or charity, nor corn to feed himself or the poor, nor wool to clothe himself or his brother, nor wine to refresh the sadness of the afflicted, nor oil to make his own countenance cheerful: but all these to look upon, and to take account by, and make himself considerable and wondered at by fools, that while he lives he may be called rich, and when he dies may be accounted miserable; and, like the dishmakers of China, may leave a greater heap of dirt for his nephews, while he himself has a new lot fallen to him in the portion of Dives. But thus the ass carried wood and sweet herbs to the baths, but was never washed or perfumed himself: he heaped up sweets for others, while himself was filthy with smoke and ashes." Jeremy Taylor.

DANIEL WEBSTER.

"I SCARCELY know what there is in public biography, what there is in literature, to be compared to the variety and beauty with which the love and grief and deliberate admiration of America, for this her great man have been uttered.

"But it is time my eulogy closed, for my heart goes back into the coffin there with him, and I would pause. I went it is a day or two since alone, to see again the home which he so dearly loved, the chamber where

he died, the grave in which they laid him- all habited as when

'His look drew audience still as night,
Or summer's noontide air,'

till the heavens be no more. Throughout that spacious and calm scene all things to the eye showed at first unchanged. The books in the library, the portraits, the table at which he wrote, the scientific culture of the land, the course of agricultural occupation, the coming in of harvests, fruit of the seed his own hand had scattered, the animals and implements of husbandry, the trees planted by him in lines, in copses, in orchards, by thousands, the seat under the noble elm on which he used to sit to feel the south-west wind at evening, or hear the breathings of the sea, or the not less audible music of the starry heavens, all seemed at first unchanged. The sun of a bright day, from which, however, something of the fervors of midsummer were wanting, fell temperately on them all, filled the air on all sides with the utterances of life, and gleamed on the long line of ocean. Some of those whom on earth he loved best, still were there. The great mind still seemed to preside; the great presence to be near. You might expect to hear again the rich and playful tones of the voice of the old hospitality.

The sensa

"Yet a moment more, and all the scene took on the aspect of one great monument, inscribed with his name, and sacred to his memory. And such it shall be in all the future of America! tion, of desolateness, and loneliness, and darkness with which you see it now, will pass away, the sharp grief of love and friendship will become soothed, men will repair hither as they are wont to commemorate the great days of history, the same glance shall take in,

and the same emotions shall greet and bless the Harbor of the Pilgrims, and the Tomb of Webster."

Hon. Rufus L. Choate.

From Discourse on Webster, at Dartmouth College.

THE INFIRMITIES OF GENIUS.

"THE tendency of deep knowledge of our fellow-men, is to make us love mankind."

"SENECA says a man cannot be happy in the midst of many people, for it fares with him as with a tranquil lake, which is generally disturbed by visitors."

"HIPPOCRATES condemns all study after meals, especially where there is bad digestion."

"THE philosopher wisely remarks that those who exist under a mask, cannot be said to lead pleasant lives.'"

"THE haughty Moslem goes to the society of his celestial houses, like a miserable slave"

"WE would not use our pens, as we do tomahawks, for the purpose of scalping the victim who has the temerity to differ from us, in the complexion of his thoughts."

"THE common error of the studious, is that of wearing out the body in the constant service of the indefatigable mind, of compelling,' as Plutarch observes, that which is mortal, to do as much as that which is immortal."

R. R. Maddon.

MISS HANNAH MORE.

"SHE did not so draw around her the curtain of her sorrows, as to shut out the wants and troubles of others from her sympathy."

"ONE of the evils of sickness, is to induce selfishness," this she avoided.

HERE is one of her maxims, "To speak so low that nobody can hear, and to write so ill that nobody can read, are among the minor immoralities.”

"HAVING Wings upon her shoulders, wherewith she might have soared, had it pleased her, she yet chose to combat on common ground with prejudice and folly, guided by an upright and clarified common-sense."

"THE Princess Charlotte was destined to come and go like a vision, as if her appearance on earth was only to shew the insecurity and fragility of all its pledges and expectances."

From "Memoirs of her Life and Correspondence."

EXTRACTS FROM

"THE LITERARY CHARACTER, ILLUSTRATED BY THE HISTORY OF MEN OF GENIUS."

"THE progress of composition, is thus beautifully illustrated by Dryden, 'My work was dear to me, when it was only a confused mass of thoughts, tumbling one over another in the dark,— when the fancy was yet in its first work, — moving the sleeping images of things, towards the light, there to be distinguished, and then either to be chosen, or rejected, by the judgment.'"