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regard me as unhappy when you catch me in these moods: I am never more happy than at times, when by the cast of my countenance men judge me most miserable. My friend, the events which have left this sadness behind them are of no recent date. The melancholy which comes over me with the recollection of them * is not hurtful, but only tends to soften and tranquillize my mind, to detach me from the restlessness of human pursuits. The stronger I feel this detachment, the more I find myself drawn heavenward to the contemplation of spiritual objects. I love to keep old friendships alive and warm within me, because I expect a renewal of them in the world of spirits. I am a wandering and unconnected thing on the earth, I have made no new friendships that can compensate me for the loss of the old, and the more I know mankind, the more does it become necessary for me to supply their loss by little images, recollections, and circumstances of past pleasures.
CHARLES LAMB. Rosamond Grey.
* Review the series of our lives and taste
The melancholy joy of evils past :
POPE. Iliad, Book XV.
my heart was hot and restless, And my life was full of care, And the burden laid upon me
Seemed greater than I could bear.
It is buried in the sea,
Throws its shadow over me.
On its bridge with wooden piers, Like the odour of brine from the ocean
Comes the thought of other years. And I think how
many thousands Of care-encumbered men, Each bearing his burden of sorrow,
Have crossed the bridge since then.
Still passing to and fro,
My spirit flew in feathers then
From slumbers soft and light,
The stillness of the night;
With that delightful strain,
To rivet fancy's chain;
Those strains have ceased to play,
Of bliss that died away?
The dream of youthful days;
HONE. Every Day Book.
MOORE. Irish Melodies.
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
TENNYSON. The Princess.
But ever and anon of griefs subdued
A flower—the wind—the ocean which shall wound, Striking the electric-chain wherewith we are darkly bound.
Childe Harold, Canto IV. But those hardy days flew cheerily! And when they now fall drearily, My thoughts, like swallows, skim the main, And bear my spirit back again Over the earth, and through the air, A wild bird and a wanderer.
The Siege of Corinth.
One set slow bell will ever toll
The passing of the sweetest soul
TENNYSON. In Memoriam.
MUSIC, when soft voices die,
TACITURNITY. SECRET men come to a knowledge of many things in that kind; while men rather discharge their minds, than impart their minds. *
Bacon. Essay-On Simulation. TALKERS and futile persons are commonly vain and credulous withal; for he that talketh what he knoweth, will also talk what he knoweth not; therefore set it down that a habit of secrecy is both politic and moral: and in this part it is good; that a man's face gives his tongue leave to speak; for the discovery of a man's self by the tracts of his countenance, is a great weakness and betraying, by how much it is many times more marked and believed than a man's words.
PROGRESS OF STATES.
In the youth of a state arms flourish, in the middle age learning, then both of them together for time, and in the decline mechanical Arts and Trade.
A GOOD CAUSE.
K. Henry. WHAT stronger breast-plate than a heart un
Nothing flatters our pride so much as the confidence of the great, becauso we regard it as the result of our merit, without considering that it most frequently arises merely from vanity or from inability to keep a secret.