What's in a name? That, which we call a rose,
By any other name would smell as sweet.

SHAKSPEARE.

Brutus and Cæsar: what should be in Cæsar?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with them,
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar.

What's in the name of lord, that I should fear
To bring my grievance to the public ear?

Think not a coronet can hide
Assuming ignorance and pride;
By birth the name alone descends,

SHAKSPEARE.

CHURCHILL.

Your honour on yourself depends.

GAY'S Fables.

Who dares name guilt, and with it Pearcy's name?

O Amos Cottle! Phoebus! what a name
To fill the sounding trump of future fame!

The Tailors.

BYRON'S English Bards, &c.

I have a passion for the name of “ Mary,"
For once it was a magic sound to me,
And still it half calls up the realms of fairy,
Where I beheld what never was to be.

Appealing, by the magic of its name,
To gentle feelings, and affections kept
Within the heart, like gold.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

MISS L. E. LANDON.

Though the rose would be sweet were it not call'd a rose-
Though evil, call'd good, would our peace still oppose-
Though gall would be bitter, were honey its name-
And a mouse, christen'd bear, were a mouse all the same;
Yet, who has not felt the strong power of a word,

The magic that thrills us, when some names are heard!
J. T. WATSON

NATURE.

How mean the order and perfection sought
In the best product of the human thought,
Compar'd to the great harmony that reigns
In what the spirit of the world ordains.

Nature hath nothing made so base, but can
Read some instruction to the wisest man.

First follow nature, and your judgment frame
By her just standard, which is still the same;
Unerring nature, still divinely bright,
One clear, unchang'd, and universal light,
Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart,
At once the source, and end, and test of art.

PRIOR

ÅLEYN.

POPE'S Essay on Criticism.

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,
But looks thro' nature up to nature's God.

POPE'S Essay on Man.

Yes! let the rich deride, the proud disdain
These simple blessings of the lowly train;
To me more dear, congenial to my heart,
One native charm, than all the gloss of art.

GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village.

NATURE.

By forms unfashion'd, fresh from nature's hand.

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GOLDSMITH.

Spontaneous joys, where nature has its play,
The soul adopts, and owns their first-born sway.

Even from the tomb the voice of nature cries;
Even in our ashes live our wonted fires

The daily labours of the bee
Awake my soul to industry:

Who can observe the careful ant,
And not provide for future want?
My dog (the trustiest of his kind,)
With gratitude inflames my mind;
I mark his true and faithful way,
And in my service copy Tray.
In constancy and nuptial love,
I learn my duty from the dove.
The hen, who, from the chilly air,
With pious wings protects her care,
And every fowl that flies at large,
Instructs me in a parent's charge.

Pride often guides the author's pen,
Books as affected are as men;
But he who studies nature's laws,
From certain truth his maxims draws;
And those, without our schools, suffice
To make men moral, good and wise.

The sounding cataract

Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock,

GOLDSMITH.

GRAY'S Elegy.

GAY's Fables.

GAY's Fables.

The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood,

Their colours and their forms were then to me

An appetite, a feeling, and a love.

WORDSWORTH.

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NECESSITY - NEGLECT - SLIGHT.

Lovely indeed the mimic works of art,
But Nature's works far lovelier.

COWPER'S Task.

Thro' nature's walk your curious way you take,
Gaze on her glowing bow, her glittering flake,
Her Spring's first cheerful green, her Autumn's last,
Borne on the breeze, or dying in the blast.
You climb the mountain's everlasting wall,
You linger where the thunder-waters fall;
You love to wander by old ocean's side,
And hold communion with its silver tide.

SPRAGUE'S Curiosity.

Go abroad

Upon the paths of Nature, and, when all
Its voices whisper, and its silent things
Are breathing the deep beauty of the world,
Kneel at its simple altar.

"T is Nature moulds the touching face,
"T is she that gives the living grace,
The genuine charm that never dies,
The modest air, the timid eyes,
The stealing glance, that wins its way
To where the soul's affections lay.

N. P. WILLIS

J. K. PAULDING,

NECESSITY. (See DESTINY.)

NEGLECT— SLIGHT.

Full many a gem, of purest ray serene,
The dark, unfathom'd caves of ocean bear;

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

GRAY'S Elegy.

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NEGLECT-SLIGHT.

Ah me! full sorely is my heart forlorn,

To think how modest worth neglected lies;
While partial fame doth with her hosts adorn
Such deeds alone as pride and pomp disguise-
Deeds of ill sort, and mischievous emprise.

Be thou the first true merit to befriend;
His praise is lost, who waits till all commend.

In this perverted age,

Who most deserve, can't always most engage;
So far is worth from making glory sure,

SHENSTONE.

РОРЕ.

It often hinders what it should procure.

YOUNG.

Change thou the first, nor wait thy lover's flight.

PRIOR.

Have I not manag'd my contrivance well,
To try your love, and make you doubt of mine?

DRYDEN.

Come, come, 't will not do! put that purling brow down; You can't, for the soul of you, learn how to frown.

Wi' curling lip, and scornful een,

She listen'd to all he said,

HENRY KIRK WHITE,

While the moon look'd down, and the twinkling sheen

Of the stars is o'er them shed.

My heart is wae for the luckless knight,
His vows are scatter'd in air;

Fer pitiless is his lady bright,

And his prayer is a bootless prayer.

S. P. CHASE.