A threefold measure dwells in Space-
Restless Length, with dying race;
Stretching forward, never endeth,
Ever widening, Breadth extendeth
Ever groundless, Depth descendeth.
Types in these thou dost possess ¦--
Restless, onward thou m st press,

Never halt nor languor know,

To the Perfect wouldst thou go ;-Let thy reach with Breadth extend Till the world it comprehendDive into the Depth to see Germ and rout of all that be. Ever onward must thy soul ;'Tis the progress gains the goal; Ever widen more its bound;

In the Full the clear is found,

And the Truth-- dwells under ground. SCHILLER-Sentences of Confucius.

shrunk!

j.

Henry IV. Pt. I.

Act. V. Sc. 4. It were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me. k. All's Well That Ends Well.

Act. I. Sc. 1. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition,

By that, sin, fell the angels; how can man

then,

The image of his Maker, hope to win by it? Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee;

Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Henry VIII. Act. III. Sc. 2.

1.

The noble Brutus

Hath told you Cesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault;
And grievously hath Cæsar answered it.
Julius Cæsar. Act. III. Sc. 2.

m.

There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire

to,

That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have.

n. Henry VIII. Act. III. Sc. 2.

The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. Hamlet.

0.

Act II. Sc. 2.

'Tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.

p.

Se. 1.

Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 1. Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition. Act III. q. Henry VI. Pt. II. How many a rustic Milton has pass'd by, Stifling the speechless longings of his heart, In unremitting drudgery and care! How many a vulgar Cato has compelled His energies, no longer tameless then, To mould a pin, or fabricate a nail !

1'. SHELLEY Queen Mab, Pt. V. St. 9.

I was born to other things.

S.

TENNYSON-In Memoriam.

Pt. CXIX.

How like a mounting devil in the heart, Rules the unreined ambition.

t. WILLIS -Parrhasius.

Mad ambition trumpeteth to all.

WILLIS From a Poem delivered at Yale College in 1827.

Press on! for it is godlike to unloose
The spirit, and forget yourself in thought;
Bending a pinion for the deeper sky,
And, in the very fetters of your flesh,
Mating with the pure essences of heaven!
Press on!" for in the grave there is no work
And no device."-- Press on! while yet you
may!

WILLIS-From a Poem delivered at Yale College in 1827. Ambition has but one reward for all : A little power, a little transient fame, A grave to rest in, and a fading name! b. WILLIAM WINTER-The Queen's

Domain. Line 90.
Talents angel-bright,

If wanting worth, are shining instruments
In false ambition's hand, to finish faults
Illustrious, and give infamy renown.

C. YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night VI.
Line 273.

Too low they build who build beneath the stars.

O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside,

If I but remember only

Pt. II. Line 386.

Such as these have lived and died! g. LONGFELLOW-Footsteps of Angels. The good one, after every action closes His volume, and ascends with it to God. The other keeps his dreadful day-book open Till sunset, that we may repent; which doing, The record of the action fades away, And leaves a line of white across the page. Now if my act be good, as I believe, It cannot be recalled. It is already

Sealed up in heaven, as a good deed accomplished.

The rest is yours.

h. LONGFELLOW-Christus, The Golden Legend. Pt. VI.

All God's angels come to us disgnised;
Sorrow and sickness, poverty and death,
One after other lift their frowning masks,
And we behold the seraph's face beneath,
All radiant with the glory and the calm
Of having looked upon the front of God.
i. LOWELL-On the Death of a Friend's
Child. Line 21.

An angel stool and met my gaze,
Through the low doorway of my tent;
The tent is struck, the vision stays,

I only know she came and went.

Sweetly did they float upon the wings
Of silence through the empty-vaulted night,
At every fall smoothing the raven down
Of darkness till it smiled!

n. MILTON-Comus. Line 249.
The helmed Cherubim,
And sworded Seraphim,

Are seen in glittering ranks with wings display'd.

0.

MILTON-Hymn on the Nativity. St. 110.
Angel voices sung

The mercy of their God, and strung
Their harps.

p. MOORE-Loves of the Angels.

Third Angel's Story.

A guardian angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.

1. ROGERS-Human Life.

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. r. Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 2.

Angels are bright still, though the brightest

the east wind may never blow when he goes a fishing.

a. WALTON-The Complete Angler. The Author's Preface.

Thus use your frog: put your hook, I mean the arming wire, through his mouth, and out at his gills, and then with a fine needle and silk sew the upper part of his leg with only one stitch to the arming wire of your hook, or tie the frog's leg above the upper joint to the armed wire; and in so doing use him as though you loved him.

WALTON--The Complete Angler. Pt. I. Ch. V. We may say of angling as Dr. Boteler said of strawberries : Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did;" and so, if I might be judge, God never did make a more cam, quiet, innocent recreation than angling.

C. WALTON-The Complete Angler. Pt. I. Ch. V.

The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole,

Can never be a mouse of any soul.
POPE -The Wife of Bath.

EBENEZER LLLIOTT-Poor Andrew.

St. I.

The lion is not so fierce as painted.

h. FULLER- Of Expecting Preferment. The gazelles so gentle and clever, Skip lightly in rolicsome mood. i. HEINE-Book of Songs, Lyrical. Interlude No. 9.

The lion is not so fierce as they paint him. HERBERT Jacuía Prudentum.

Rouse the lion from his lair. SCOTT-The Talisman.

W.

Her Prologue. Line 298.

Ch. VI.

Kaj Lear. Act IV. Sc. 7.

Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs,

Piercing the night's dull ear.

Well. King Lenry V. Chorus to Act IV.

The Elephant hath joints, Lut none for courtesy ; Lis legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.

Ul. Troilus and Cressida. Act II. Sc. 3.