A parasite, a keeper-back of death,

Who gently would dissolve the bands of life, Which false hope lingers in extremity.

Shakespeare.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's

wings,

Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures

kings.

Shakespeare.

While all is not lost, all is ultimately retriev

able.

Canning.

"There can be no power of endeavour, where there is no hope."

Hope! fortune's cheating lottery! Where for one prize, a hundred blanks there be : Fond archer, hope! who takest thy aim so far, That still, or short, or wide, thine arrows are!

Cowley.

Our hopes, I see, resemble much the sun,
That rising and declining casts large shadows;
But when his beams are dress'd in mid-day
brightness,

Yields none at all: when they are farthest from

Success, their gilt reflection does display

The largest shows of events fair and prosp❜rous.

Chapman.

Hope is the fawning traitor of the mind,
Which while it cozens with a colour'd friend-

ship,

Robs us of our last virtue, resolution.

HAPPINESS.

Lee.

How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

Shakespeare.

Happiness consists in the multiplicity of agreeable consciousness. A peasant has not a capacity for having equal happiness with a philosopher they may be equally satisfied, but not equally happy. A small drinking glass and a large one may be equally full, but the larger one holds more than the smaller.

Dr. Johnson.

The human mind, in proportion as it is deprived of external resources, sedulously labours to find within itself the means of happiness, learns to rely with confidence on its own exertions, and gains, with greater certainty, the power of being happy.

Zimmerman.

"There is no real happiness but in the exercise of virtue and abilities."

HUMOUR.

True humour springs not more from the head than from the heart.

Carlyle.

One should take care not to grow too wise for so great a pleasure of life as laughter.

Addison.

Man hardly hath a richer thing
Than honest mirth, the which well-spring
Watereth the roots of rejoicing,

Feeding the flowers of flourishing.

HEAVEN.

The pious man,

Heywood.

In this bad world, when mists and couchant storms

Hide heaven's foul circlet, springs aloft in faith
Above the clouds that threat him, to the fields
Of ether, where the day is never veil'd
With intervening vapours; and looks down
Serene upon the troublous sea, that hides

The earth's fair breast, that sea whose nether face

To grovelling mortals frowns and darkens all; But on whose billowy back from man conceal'd The glaring sunbeam plays.

Henry Kirk White.

Heaven's gates are not so highly arch'd
As princes' palaces: they that enter there
Must go upon their knees.

HISTORY.

Webster.

History may be defined as the biography of

nations.

Arnold.

НАВІТ.

Habitual evils change not on a sudden,
But many days must pass, and many sorrows,
Conscious remorse and anguish must be felt,
To curb desire, to break the stubborn will,
And work a second nature in the soul,
Ere virtue can resume the place she lost.

Rowe.

NDISCRETION,

A fool can ask more questions than a wise man can answer; but a wise man cannot ask more questions than he will find a fool ready to

answer.

Whately.

IMMORTALITY.

"Heaven and immortality are themes for pro

fitable reflection; but, unfortunately, many persons think more of new dresses and late fashions than they do of their future destiny."

It must be so-Plato, thou reason'st well-
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?

Of whence this secret dread and inward horror
Of falling into nought? Why shrinks the soul
Back on herself, and startles at destruction?
'Tis the Divinity that stirs within us;

"Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.

Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!
Through what variety of untried being,

Through what new scenes and changes must we pass!

The wide, th' unbounded prospect, lies before

me;

But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a Power above us, (And, that there is, all nature cries aloud, Through all her works), he must delight in virtue;

And that which he delights in must be happy.

IMBECILE.

He that has no friend and no enemy, is one of the vulgar, and without talents, power, or energy.

Lavater.