11. And passing rich, with forty pounds a year.

GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village.

12. A country-lad is my degree,

And few there are that ken me, O;
But what care I how few they be?

I'm welcome to my Nannie, O.

BURNS.

13. We heeded not the cold blast, nor the winter's icy air, For we found our climate in the heart, and it was summer

there.

14. The feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only,

As the mist resembles rain.

J. R. DRAKE.

H. W. LONGFellow.

15. O! dear is my cottage, unclouded by sorrow,
And sweet is the bower my Emeline wove;
Ah! nought from the gay or the wealthy I'd borrow,
While blest with the smile of contentment and love.

16. "Tis said that frail, inconstant man,

Is ne'er content with what he is:
Each thinks he can in others scan
A happiness more pure than his.

S. RICHARDS.

J. T. WATSON.

CONVERSATION - LOQUACITY, &c.

1. What cracker is this same, that deafs our ears With this abundance of superfluous breath?

2.

O, he's as tedious

As a tir'd horse, a railing wife ;
Worse than a smoky chimney.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

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3.

Since brevity's the soul of wit,

And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes-
I will be brief.

SHAKSPEARE.

4. A flourish! trumpets!-strike alarums-drums! Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Rail

SHAKSPEARE.

5. Few words shall fit the trespass best,

When no excuse can give the fault amending.

SHAKSPEARE.

6. Their copious stories, oftentimes begun,

End without audience and are never done.

SHAKSPEARE.

7. As 't is a greater mystery, in the art

Of painting, to foreshorten any part,
Than draw it out, so 't is, in books, the chief
Of all perfections to be plain and brief.

8. For brevity is very good,

When we are, or are not, understood.

9. But still his tongue ran on, the less
Of weight it had, with greater ease;
And, with its everlasting clack,
Set all men's ears upon the rack.

10. I never, with important air,

In conversation overbear;

My tongue within my lips I rein,

BUTLER.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

For who talks much must talk in vain.

11. But fools, to talking ever prone,

Are sure to make their follies known.

GAY'S Fables.

GAY'S Fables.

12. In arguing, too, the parson own'd his skill,
For, even tho' vanquish'd, he could argue still.

GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village.

13. With words of learned length, and thund'ring sound.

GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village.

14. Too deep for his hearers, still went on refining,

And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining.
GOLDSMITH'S Retaliation.

15. The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read,
With loads of learned lumber in his head,
With his own tongue still edifies his ears,
And always list'ning to himself appears.

16. Be silent always, when you doubt your sense, And speak, tho' sure, with seeming diffidence.

POPE.

POPE'S Essay on Criticism.

17. A dearth of words a woman need not fear;
But 't is a task indeed to learn—to hear.
In that the skill of conversation lies;
That shows or makes you both polite and wise.

18. Talking, she knew not why, and car'd not what.

YOUNG.

19. If, in talking from morning till night, A sign of our wisdom there be,

BYRON'S Beppo.

The swallows are wiser by right,

For they prattle much faster than we.

MOORE'S Nicostratus.

20. And there's one rare, strange virtue in their speeches,

The secret of their mastery-they are short.

HALLECK.

1. The vain coquette each suit disdains,
And glories in her lovers' pains;
With age she fades each lover flies,
Contemn'd, forlorn, she pines and dies.

2. Who hath not heard coquettes complain
Of days, months, years, mis-spent in vain ?
For time misus'd they pine and waste,
And love's sweet pleasures never taste.

GAY's Fables.

GAY's Fables.

3. Nymph of the mincing mouth, and languid eye,
And lisping tongue so soft, and head awry,
And flutt'ring heart, of leaves of aspen made.

DR. WOLCOT's Peter Pindar.

"No,"

4. Such is your old coquette, who can't say And won't say "Yes ;" and keeps you on and offing

On a lee shore, till it begins to blow;

Then sees your heart wreck'd with an inward scoffing:

This works a world of sentimental woe,

And sends new Werters yearly to their coffin.

5. Would you teach her to love?

For a time seem to rove;

At first she may frown in a pet;

But leave her awhile,

She shortly will smile,

BYRON'S Don Juan.

And then you may win your coquette.

BYRON.

6. Can I again that look recall,

That once could make me die for thee?

No, no! the eye that burns on all,

Shall never more be priz'd by me!

MOORE.

7. Still panting o'er a crowd to reign,
More joy it gives to woman's breast,
To make ten frigid coxcombs vain,
Than one true, manly lover blest.

8. Bright as the sun her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.

9. There's danger in the dazzling eye, That woos thee with its witching smile; Another, when thou art not by,

Those beaming looks would fain beguile.

10. But why, O, why on all thus squander
The treasures one alone can prize?
Why let the looks at random wander,
Which beam from those deluding eyes?

MOORE.

POPE.

MRS. OSGOOD.

C. F. HOFFMAN.

COUNTRY-PATRIOTISM.

1. A great man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state.

2. But where to find the happiest spot below,
Who can direct, when all pretend to know?
The shuddering tenant of the Frigid Zone
Proudly proclaims that happiest spot his own;
The naked negro, panting on the line,

Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine ;—
Such is the patriot's boast where'er we roam,
His first, best country ever is his own.

POPE.

GOLDSMITH'S Traveller.

3. Whither where equinoctial fervours glow, Or winter wraps the polar land in snow.

GOLDSMITH'S Traveller.