HOPE.

What though corroding and multiplied sorrows,
Legion-like, darken this planet of ours?
Hope is a balsam the wounded heart borrows,
Even when anguish hath palsied its powers.

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From the German. And should fortune prove cruel and false to the last, Let us look to the future, and not to the past.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the cloud is the sun still shining.

EPES SARGENT.

H. W. LONGfellow.

Never forget our loves, but always cling
To the fix'd hope that there will be a time
When we can meet, unfetter'd, and be blest
With the full happiness of certain love.

J. G. PERCIVAL.

O, if love and life be but a fairy illusion,
And the cold future bright but in fancy's young eye,
Still let me live on in the dreamy delusion,
And, true and unchanging, hope on till I die!

For me I hold no commerce with despair!

MRS. OSGOOD.

DAWES' Geraldine.

Strange, how much darkness melts before a ray-
How deep a gloom one beam of hope enlightens !

Sweet to the soul the whispering

Of hope and promise, when Fancy's soft fairy voices singWe part to meet again!

Hidden, and deep, and never dry

Or flowing or at rest,

A living spring of hope doth lie
In every human breast.

DAWES' Geraldine.

MRS. WELLS

Does hope allure?—does pleasure smile?
Then tread the rosy path with trembling;
For pleasure beckons to beguile,

And hope's fair promise is dissembling.

MRS. HOLFORD's Margaret of Anjir

Sweet hope! how easily thy tale

Wins credence from the charmed ear!
How dost thou teach thy dupes to rail,

On thy cold rival, halting fear!

MRS. HOLFORD'S Margaret of Anjou.

Like the gloom of night retiring,
When in splendour beams the day,
Hope again my heart inspiring,

Doubt and fear shall chase away.

The heart bow'd down by weight of woe,

To weakest hope will cling.

BALFE'S Bohemian Girl.

Hope the sweet bird!—while that the air can fill,

Let earth be ice-the soul hath summer still!

And canst thou bid me smother

A hope that lighted

Long years of sorrow?

A hope that leaves none other,

When it is blighted,

To make life dear?

The New Timon.

FRY'S Leonora

HORSE.

Long-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long,
Broad breast, full eyes, small head and nostril wide,
High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong,

Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttocks, tender hide.

SHAKSPEARE

HUMILITY.

The beast was sturdy, large and tall,
With mouth of meal, and eyes of wall
I should say eye-for he had but one,
As most agree, tho' some say none.

BUTLER'S Hudibras

The courser paw'd the ground with restless feet,
And snorting, foam'd, and champ'd the golden bit.

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DRYDEN.

Champing his foam, and bounding o'er the plain,
Arch his high neck, and graceful spread his mane.
SIR RICHARD BLACKMORE.

With flowing tail and flying mane,
With nostrils never stretch'd by pain,
Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein;
And feet that iron never shod,
And flanks unscar'd by spur or rod,
A thousand horse the wild-the free
Like waves that follow o'er the sea

Came thickly thundering on.

The long, long tail that glorified
That glorious donkey's hinder-side.

BYRON'S Mazeppa.

I strode o'er his back, and he took to his wind,
And he pranc'd before, and he kick'd behind;
And he gave a snort, as when mutterings roll
Abroad from pole to answering pole.

He plac'd on him a tridle and a saddle,
Then on his back he quickly leapt astraddle.

SANDS.

SANDS.

J. T. WATSON.

HUMILITY.

It is the witness still of excellence,

To put a strange face on its own perfection.

SHAKSPEARE

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HUNGER - HUNTING, &c

I, your glass,

SHAKSPEARE.

Will modestly discover to yourself,

That of yourself, which yet you know not o1.

Her voice was ever soft,

Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman.

And claims the birthright at the throne of heaven,

IDLENESS-INDUSTRY-PERSEVERANCE.

The rolling wheel, that runneth often round,
The hardest steel in course of time doth tear;
And drizzling drops, that often do rebound,

The firmest flint doth in continuance wear.

SPENSER'S Sonnets

IDLENESS-INDUSTRY, &c.

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Who's born for sloth? To some we find
The ploughshare's annual toil assign'd;
Some at the sounding anvil glow;
Some the swift-sliding shuttle throw;
Some, studious of the wind and tide,
From pole to pole our commerce guide;
While some, of genius more refin'd,
With head and tongue assist mankind.
In every rank, or great or small,

"Tis industry supports us all.

See the issue of your sloth:

GAY'S Fables.

Of sloth comes pleasure, of pleasure comes riot,
Of riot comes disease, of disease comes spending,
Of spending comes want, of want comes theft,
And of theft comes hanging.

CHAPMAN AND JONSON.

Like clocks, one wheel another one must drive;
Affairs by diligent labour only thrive.

For Hercules himself must yield to odds;
And many strokes, tho' with a little axe,
Hew down, and fell the hardest timber'd oak.

He whistled as he went, for want of thought.

And heard the everlasting yawn confess
The pains and penalties of idleness.

Industrious habits in each bosom reign,
And industry begets a love of gain.

CHAPMAN.

SHAKSPEARE.

DRYDEN.

РОРЕ.

GOLDSMITH'S Traveller

Attempt the end, and never stand to oubt;
Nothing's so hard, but search will find it out.

HERRICK.