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It will be observed that modern epigrams have been preferred to the ancient, and that pungency and pith have given place to completeness and perfection. The limits of the volume, and also of an ordinary life-time, precluded the attainment of the latter, while the object in view in the preparation of the collection has been fully accomplished by an adherence to the former.
One day in Chelsea meadows walking,
Says Ralph, a merry wag,
Be like a jelly-bag."
Quoth Ralph, “I'll tell thee, friend;
And point it at the end.”
Treason does never prosper; what's the reason? For if it prosper, none dare call it treason ?
Harrington. AN ENIGMA.
Sarah Anna Lewis. “ Seldom we find,” says Solomon Don Dunce,
“ Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet, Through all the flimsy things we see at once
As easily as through a Naples bonnet
Trash of all trash !-how can a lady don it? Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuffOwl-downy nonsense that the saintest puff
Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it." And, veritably, Sol is right enough. The general tuckermanities are arrant Bubbles-ephemeral and so transparent,
But this is now—you may depend upon it, Stable, opaque, immortal-all by dint Of the dear names that lie concealed within 't.
E. A. Poe. FORTUNE.
Fortune, men say, doth give too much to many, But yet she never gave enough to any.
Harrington. A CROSS ACROSTICK ON Two CROST LOVERS.
Thomas Rivers and Mary Brandon. Though crost in our affections, still the flames Of Honour shall secure our noble Names; Nor shall Our fate divorce our faith, Or cause The least Mislike of love's Diviner laws. Crosses sometimes Are cures, Now let us prove, That no strength Shall Abate the power of love, Honour, wit, beauty, Riches, wise men call Frail fortune's Badges, In true love lies all; Therefore to him we Yield our Vows shall be Paid-Read, and written in Eternity, That All may know when men grant no Redress Much love can sweeten the unhappiness.
THE JOKE OF CHARLES MATHEWS VERSIFIED.
A trav’ller, some little time back,
Was telling another a history,
Of sense to unravel the mystery.
Or, perhaps, it don't meet your belief :
“Yes,” cries t'other, “but I'm D E F.”
OUR LIFE IS HID WITH CHRIST IN GOD.
Colossians iii. 3. My words and thoughts do both express this
notion, That life hath with the sun a double motion. The first is straight, and our diurnal friend ; The other hid, and doth obliquely bend. One life is wrapt in flesh, and tends to earth ; The other winds towards Him, whose happy
birth Taught me to live here so, that still one eye Should aim and shoot at that which is on
high; Quitting with daily labour all my pleasure, To gain at harvest an eternal treasure
I Lliss Thee, Lord, because I GROW
What open force, or hidden CHARM