LAURENCE STERNE.

1713-1768.

Tristram Shandy.

Vol. ii. Chapter xii.

Go, poor devil, get thee gone; why should I hurt

thee? This world surely is wide enough to hold both

thee and me.

Vol. iii. Chapter ix. Great wits jump."

Vol. iii. Chapter xi. Our armies swore terribly in Flanders, cried my uncle Toby, — but nothing to this.

Vol. vi. Chapter viii. The accusing spirit, which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in; and the recording angel, as he wrote it down, dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out for ever.

SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY.

Page 1.

"They order," said I, " this matter better in France."

* "Good wins will jumpe."

Dr. Covyhaw, Camden Soc. Pub., p. 20.

And, when you stick on conversation's burrs,

Do n't strew your pathway with those dreadful urs.

The Music- Grinders.
You think they are crusaders, sent

From some infernal clime,
To pluck the eyes of Sentiments

And dock the tail of Rhyme,
To crack the voice of Melody,

And break the legs of Time.

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.
The Vision of Sir Launfal.
And what is so rare as a day in June?

Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays.

The Changeling.
This child is not mine as the first was,

I cannot sing it to rest,
I cannot lift it up fatherly

And bless it upon my breast;
Yet it lies in my little one's cradle

And sits in my little one's chair,
And the light of the heaven she's gone to

Transfigures its golden hair.

F. S. KEY. The Star-spangled Banner. The star-spangled banner, O long may it wave i r , /,

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave L ,, Csj~j

ALBERT G. GREENE^
Old Grimes.
Old Grimes is dead; that good old man,

We ne'er shall see him more:
He used to wear a long black coat,
All buttoned down before.

JOHN LOUIS UHLAND.

The Passage. Translated by Mrs. Sarah Austin.
Take, O boatman, thrice thy fee;
Take, — I give it willingly;
For, invisible to thee,
Spirits twain have crossed with me.

CHRISTOPHER P. CRANCH.

Stanzas.
Thought is deeper than all speech;

Feeling deeper than all thought;
Souls to souls can never teach

What unto themselves was taught.

EATON STANNARD BARRETT.
Woman.
Not she with trait'rous kiss her Master stung,
Not she denied him with unfaithful tongue;
She, when apostles fled, could danger brave,
Last at his cross, and earliest at his grave.

MISS FANNY STEERS.
Song.
The last link is broken

That bound me to thee,
And the words thou hast spoken
Have rendered me free.

DAVID MALLET.

1700-1765.
Tyburn.
While tumbling down the turbid stream,
Lord love us, how we apples swim.

JOHN PHILIPS.

1676-1708. Splendid Shilling. Line 121. My galligaskins, that have long withstood The winter's fury and encroaching frosts, By time subdued, (what will not time subdue !) A horrid chasm disclosed.

THOMAS A KEMPIS.
1380-1471.
Imitation of Christ. Book i. Chapter 19.
Man proposes, but God disposes'

Booki. Chapter 23. And when he is out of sight, quickly also is he out of mind.

Book iii. Chapter 12.
Of two evils, the less is always to be chosen.

FRANCIS RABELAIS.

1483-1553.
Translated by Urquhart and Motteux.
Book i. Chapter 1. Note 2.
To return to our muttons

Book i. Chapter 5.
To drink no more than a sponge.

Appetite comes with eating, says Angeston.

* This expression is of much greater antiquity; it appears in the Chronicle of Battel Abbey, from 1006 to 1176, page 27, Lower's Translation, and also in Piers' Ploughman's Vision, line 13994.