hopes had laid hold; that in the instant of sinking he may catch at his Creator, and throw himself on the bosom of that infinite benevolence.

The Fool of Quality, Chap. VIII.-H. BROOKE.

HAPPINESS.

One ingredient of

I have observed one ingredient, somewhat necessary in a man's composition towards happiness, which people of feeling would do well to acquire; a certain respect for the follies of mankind; for there are so many fools whom the opinion of the world entitles to regard, whom accident has placed in heights of which they are unworthy, that he who cannot restrain his contempt or indignation at the sight, will be too often quarrelling with the disposal of things to relish that share which is allotted to himself. The Man of Feeling.-HENRY MACKENZIE.

HAPPINESS. The only real

Beware what earth calls happiness; beware
All joys but joys that never can expire.

Night Thoughts, I. Line 342.-EDWARD YOUNG.

Happy is he, who, though the cup of bliss
Has ever shunn'd him when he thought to kiss;
Who, still in abject poverty or pain,

Can count with pleasure what small joys remain,
Though, were his sight convey'd from zone to zone,
He would not find one spot of ground his own,

Yet, as he looks around, he cries with glee,
These bounding prospects all were made for me :
For me yon waving fields their burden bear;
For me yon labourer guides the shining share ;
While, happy, I in idle ease recline,
And mark the glorious visions as they shine.
This is the charm by sages often told,

Converting all it touches into gold.

Clifton Grove.-H. K. WHITE.

HAPPINESS. Frailty of

Oh! that the sum of human happiness
Should be so trifling, and so frail withal,
That, when possess'd, it is but lessen'd grief:
And, even then, there's scarce a sudden gust
That blows across the dismal waste of life,
But bears it from the view!

The Dance of the Consumptives.-H. K. WHITE.

HAPPINESS not found by Chance.

No man e'er found a happy life by chance,
Or yawn'd it into being with a wish;
Or, with the snout of grov'ling appetite,
E'er smelt it out, and grubb'd it from the dirt.
An art it is, and must be learnt; and learnt
With unremitting effort, or be lost:
And leave us perfect blockheads in our bliss.

Night Thoughts, VIII. Line 615.-EDWARD YOUNG.

HAPPINESS is to be found.

Where

I questioned death-the grisly shade
Relaxed his brow severe-
And-"I am happiness," he said,

"If virtue guides thee here."

Happiness.--REGINALD HEBER.

HAPPINESS.

The Perfection of Human

Human happiness, according to the most received notions, seems to consist in three ingredients; action, pleasure, and indolence. And though these ingredients ought to be mixed in different proportions, according to the particular disposition of the person, yet no one ingredient can be entirely wanting without destroying in some measure the relish of the whole composition.

Essay on the Effects of Luxury.-DAVID HUME.

HAPPINESS consists in the Enjoyment of the Present Hour.

Enjoy the present smiling hour,

And put it out of Fortune's pow'r :
The tide of business, like the running stream,

Is sometimes high, and sometimes low,

And always in extreme.

Now with a noiseless gentle course
It keeps within the middle bed

Anon it lifts aloft the head,

And bears down all before it with impetuous force;

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And trunks of trees come rolling down; Sheep and their folds together drown: Both house and homestead into seas are borne ; And rocks are from their old foundations torn ; And woods, made thin with winds, their scatter'd honours mourn.

First Book of Horace, XXIX. Ode.-JOHN DRYDEN.

HAPPINESS. Instability of Human

What's earth? or in it,

That longer than a minute,

Can lend a free delight that can endure?

O who would droil,

Or delve in such a soil,

Where gain's uncertain, and the pain is sure?
Emblems, Book I. 3.-FRANCIS QUARLES.

HAPPINESS to Others. Pleasure of imparting

It is this desire of the happiness of those whom we love, which gives to the emotion of love itself its principal delight, by affording to us constant means of gratification. He who truly wishes the happiness of any one, cannot be long without discovering some mode of contributing to it. Reason itself, with all its light, is not so rapid in discoveries of this sort as simple affection, which sees means of happiness, and of important happiness, where reason scarcely could think that any happiness was to be found, and has already by many

kind offices produced the happiness of hours before reason could have suspected that means so slight could have given even a moment's pleasure.

Lectures by DR. THOMAS BROWN.

HAT. Advice about the

Have a good hat; the secret of your looks
Lives with the beaver in Canadian brooks;
Virtue may flourish in an old cravat,

But man and nature scorn the shocking hat.
Mount the new castor,-ice itself will melt;
Boots, gloves may fail; the hat is always felt!
Urania.-O. W. HOLMES.

HATE. Tyranny of

Ah! fondly youthful hearts can press,
To seize and share the dear caress;
But love itself could never pant

For all that Beauty sighs to grant

With half the fervour hate bestows
Upon the last embrace of foes,

When grappling in the fight they fold
Those arms that ne'er shall lose their hold:

Friends meet to part; Love laughs at faith;
True foes, once met, are join'd till death!

HATRED.

The Giaour, Line 647.-LORD BYRON.

When our hatred is violent, it sinks us even beneath

those we hate.

Maxims, CCXIV.-ROCHEFOUcault.