SCEPTICISM-SCHOOL, SCHOOL-BOY, ETC.

SCEPTICISM-continued.

This a sacred rule we find

Among the nicest of mankind,

(Which never might exception brook

From Hobbes even down to Bolingbroke,)

To doubt of facts, however true,

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Unless they know the causes too. Churchill, Ghost, 11. 354.
Oh! lives there, heaven! beneath thy dread expanse,
One hopeless, dark idolater of chance,

Content to feed with pleasures unrefin'd,

The lukewarm passions of a lowly mind

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Who mouldering earthward, 'reft of every trust,

In joyless union wedded to the dust,

Could all his parting energy dismiss,

And call this barren world sufficient bliss? Campbell, Pl.Hope.

SCHISMATICS.

Our schismatics so vastly differ,

The hotter they're they grow the stiffer;
Still setting off their sp'ritual goods,
With fierce and pertinacious feuds ;

For zeal's a dreadful termagant,

That teaches saints to tear and rant. Butler, Hud. 3, II. 673. SCHOLAR, SCHOLARSHIP- -see Authors, Character.

I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban. Sh.Lear,111.4
An excellent scholar: One that hath a head filled
With calves' brains without any sage in them.

Webster, The White Devil, 1. 1.

SCHOOL, SCHOOL-BOY, SCHOOL-DAYS, SCHOOLMASTER— -see Boy.

hood, Education, Flogging.

Tell arts they have no soundness,

But vary by esteeming ;

Tell schools they lack profoundness,

And stand too much on seeming.

Sir W. Raleigh.

Who, therefore, finds the artificial'st fools,

Have not been chang'd i' th' cradle, but the schools,

Where error, pedantry, and affectation,

Run them behind-hand with their education;

And all alike are taught poetic rage,
When hardly one's fit for it in an age.

Alas, regardless of their doom,
The little victims play,

Butler, Sut. 1.

No sense have they of ills to come,
No care beyond to-day.

Gray, Ode on Eton College.

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SCHOOL, SCHOOL-BOY, &c.—continued

Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade!
Ah! fields belov'd in vain!

Where once my careless childhood stray'd,
A stranger yet to pain!

I feel the gales that from ye blow,

A momentary bliss bestow,

As waving fresh their gladsome wing,
My weary soul they seem to soothe,
And redolent of joy and youth,
To breathe a second spring.

Gray, Ode on Eton College.

Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way,
With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay,
There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule,
The village master taught his little school;
A man severe he was, and stern to view,—
I knew him well, and every truant knew ;
Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace,

The day's disasters in his morning face. Goldsmith, D. Vil. 183.
To every class we have a school assign'd,
Rules for all ranks and food for every mind:
Yet one there is, that small regard to rule
Or study pays, and still is deem'd a school;
That, where a deaf, poor, patient widow sits,
And awes some thirty infants as she knits;
Infants of humble, busy wives, who pay
Some trifling price for freedom through the day.
At this good matron's hut the children meet,
Who thus becomes the mother of the street.

The school was done, the bus'ness o'er,
When, tir'd of Greek and Latin lore,
Good Syntax sought his easy chair,
And sat in calm composure there.

SCIENCE--see Genius, Knowledge.

Crabbe, Schools, 24.

Combe, Dr. Syntax, 1. 1.

We that acquaint ourselves with every zone,
And pass both tropics, and behold both poles;

When we come home are to ourselves unknown,

And unacquainted still with our own souls. Sir John Davies.

Trace science then, with modesty thy guide;

First strip off all her equipage of pride.

Deduct what is but vanity or dress,

Or learning's luxury, or idleness;

SCIENCE-continued.

SCIENCE SCORN.

Or tricks to show the stretch of human brain,
Mere curious pleasure, or ingenious pain;
Expunge the whole, or lop th' excrescent parts
Of all our vices have created arts;

Then see how little the remaining sum

Which serv'd the past, and must the times to come.

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Pope, E. M. 11. 47.

What cannot art and industry perform,
When science plans the progress of their toil.

Beattie, Minstrel, II. 51.

O star-eyed Science! hast thou wander'd there,
To waft us home the message of despair?

Campbell, Pleasures of Hope, 325.
Blessings on Science! When the earth seem'd old.
When Faith grew doting, and our Reason cold,
'Twas she discover'd that the world was young,
And taught a language to its lisping tongue.
"Twas she disclosed a future to its view,
And made old knowledge pale before the new.
Blessings on Science, and her handmaid Steam!
They make Utopia only half a dream;
And show the fervent, of capacious souls,
Who watch the ball of progress as it rolls,
That all as yet completed, or begun,
Is but the dawning that precedes the sun.

SCORN-see Kissing.

Charles Mackay, Railways.

Scorn at first, makes after-love the more.
Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes.
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.

Alas! to make me

A fixed figure, for the time of scorn

To point his slow unmoving finger at.

Sh. Two G. II. 1.
Sh. M. Ado, 111.1.

Sh. Jul. C. IV. 3.

Oh! what a thing, ye gods, is scorn or pity!
Heap on me, Heaven, the hate of all mankind;
Load me with envy, malice, detestation;

Let me be horrid to all apprehension,

Sh. Oth. IV. 2.

And the world shun me, so I 'scape but scorn. Lee, Theodosius. Know ye not then, saith Satan, fill'd with scorn,

Know ye not me? ye knew me once no mate

For you, there sitting where ye durst not soar:

Not to know me argues yourself unknown. Milton, P.L.Iv.827,

'Tis sweet to love; but when with scorn we meet, Revenge supplies the loss with joys as great.

Lansdowne, British Enchanter.

So let him stand, through ages yet unborn,

Fix'd statue on the pedestal of scorn! Byron, Curse of Min.

Derision shall strike thee forlorn,

A mock'ry that never shall die;

The curses of hate and the hisses of scorn,
Shall burthen the winds of the sky;

And, proud o'er thy ruin, for ever be hurl'd,

The laughter of triumph, the jeers of the world.

SCOTLAND.

Byron, Ode to Napoleon.

The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride,
True is the charge, nor by themselves denied,
Are they not, then, in strictest reason clear,
Who wisely come to mend their fortunes here.

Churchill, Prophecy of Famine, 195.

O Caledonia! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child!
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood,
Land of the mountain and the flood,
Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band,
That knits me to thy rugged strand!

O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!

Scott, Lay, vI. 2.

From whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent!
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil

Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content

Burns, Cotter's Saturday Night, 20.

And though, as you remember, in a fit

Of wrath and rhyme, when juvenile and curly,
1 railed at Scots to show my wrath and wit,
Which must be owned was sensitive and surly,
Yet 'tis in vain such sallies to permit,

They cannot quench young feelings fresh and early:
I" scotched not kill'd" the Scotchman in my blood,
And love the land of "mountain and of flood."

Byron, D. J. x. 18.

SCRIBBLERS-SEA.

SCRIBBLERS— -see Authors, Critics.

As he that makes his mark is understood
To write his name, and 'tis in law as good:
So he, that cannot write one word of sense,
Believes he has as legal a pretence

To scribble what he does not understand,

As idiots have a title to their land.

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Butler, Misc. Thoughts.

Who shames a scribbler? Break one cobweb through,

He spins the slight, self-pleasing thread anew :

Destroy his fib or sophistry, in vain,

The creature's at his dirty work again. Pope, E. to Arbuthnot. Laugh when I laugh, I seek no other fame,

The cry is up, and scribblers are my game. SCRIPTURE.

Byron, English Bards, 42.

Further I'd quote, but Scripture, intervening,
Forbids. A great impression in my youth
Was made by Mrs. Adams, where she cries
"That Scriptures out of church are blasphemies."

SCRIVENER.

Byron, D. J. xiii. 96.

Thou son of parchment, got betwixt the inkhorn
And the stuff'd process-bag-that mayest call
The pen thy father, and the ink thy mother,
The wax thy brother, and the sand thy sister,

And the good pillory thy cousin. Scott, Fortunes of Nigel, 34. SEA-see Ocean, Sailing, Shipping.

I saw a thousand fearful wrecks:

A thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon :

Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,

All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.

Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes

Where eyes did once inhabit there were crept,

As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems,

That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep,

And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by. Sh. Ric. 1.1.4.

He knows enough, the mariner, who knows

Where lurk the shelves, and where the whirlpools boil,
What signs portend the storm: to subtler minds
He leaves to scan, from what mysterious cause

Charybdis rages in the Ionian wave;

Whence those impetuous currents in the main
Which neither oar nor sail can stem; and why
The roughening deep expects the storm, as sure
As red Orion mounts the shrouded heaven.

Armstrong, Preserving Health, 111. 252.

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