SNOW. Through the hush'd air the whitening shower descends, At first thin wavering; till at last the flakes Along the mazy current. Low the woods SOCIALISM-Absurdity of. To level and confound the different orders of mankind, is far from producing an equality among them; it is, in truth, the most unequal thing imaginable. Pliny. SOCIETY-Characteristics of. Our bane and physic the same earth bestows, And near the noisome nettle blooms the rose. Ovid. SOCIETY-Choice of. Reject the society of the vicious; shun the agreeable infidel and the accomplished profligate. Lay it down as a fixed rule, that no brilliancy of connection, no allurement of rank or fashion, no agreeableness, no wit or flattery, shall tempt you to associate with profligate or openly irreligious men. Make this an absolute rule. It is impossible not to suffer by its neglect. If you do not fall into their vices, still your heart will be estranged from the love of God. Gresley. SOCIETY-Ennui of. Oh, my dear sir, don't you find that nine parts in ten of the world are of no use but to make you wish yourself with that tenth part? I am so far from growing used to mankind by living amongst them, that my natural ferocity and wildness does but every day grow worse. They tire me, they fatigue me; I don't know what to do with them; I don't know what to say to them; I fling open the windows, and fancy I want air; and when I get by myself, I undress myself, and seem to have had people in my pockets, in my plaits, and on my shoulders! I indeed find this fatigue worse in the country than in town, because one can avoid it there, and has more resources; but it is there too. I fear 'tis growing old, but I literally seem to have murdered a man whose name was Ennui, for his ghost is ever before me. They say there is no English word for ennui; I think you may translate it most literally by what is SOLDIER. called "entertaining people,” and “doing the honours;" that is, you sit an hour with some body you don't know and don't care for, talk about the wind and the weather, and ask a thousand foolish questions, which all begin with, "I think you live a good deal in the country," or "I think you don't love this thing or that."-Oh! 'tis dreadful! Horace Walpole. SOCIETY-Nature of. Society is like a lawn, where every roughness is smoothed, every bramble eradicated, and where the eye is delighted by the smiling verdure of a velvet surface. He, however, who would study nature in its wildness and variety, must plunge into the forest, must explore the glen, must stem the torrent, and dare the precipice. Washington Irving. SOCIETY-Use of. Madame de Staël frequently praised Mrs. Porter for the retired manner in which she maintained her little domestic establishment, yielding her daughters to society, but not to the world. We pray those we love to mark the delicate and most true distinction between "society" and "the world." "I was set on a stage," continues Madame de Staël, "at a childish age, to be listened to as a wit, and worshipped for my premature judgment. I drank admiration as my soul's nourishment, and I cannot now live without its poison; it has been my bane, never my aliment. My heart ever sighed for happiness, and I ever lost it, when I thought it approaching my grasp. I was admired, made an idol, but never beloved." Madame de Staël. SOCIETY-Utility of. There is a sort of economy in Providence that one shall excel where another is defective, in order to make men more useful to each other, and mix them in society. Addison. SOFA-Need of a. I want a sofa, as I want a friend, upon which I can repose familiarly. If you can't have intimate terms and freedom with one and the Thackeray. other, they are of no good. SOIL-A Barren. He that sows his grain upon marble will have many a hungry belly before his harvest. Arbuthnot SOLDIER-Aim of the. To swear, to game, to drink, to show at home, To break some maiden's and his mother's heart, Cowper. SOLDIER-Characteristics of the. Broad-shoulder'd, and his arms were round Upright he stood, and bore aloft his shield, Whene'er he spoke, his voice was heard around, We loathe what none are left to share: SOLDIER-Definition of a. SOLITUDE-Definition of. Byron. Ibid. Even bliss 'twere woe alone to bear. Dryden. Dost thou know the fate of soldiers? To rust in peace and rot in hospitals. Southern. The sun sets in their faces, life grows grey, SOLDIERS-Life of. Soldiers are the only carnivorous animals who live in a gregarious state. Zimmerman. SOLDIERS-Religion of. Dark background 'gainst the sky. Thither And bade my spirit drink that lonely draught And fever of the world. I thought to be And the young pendent vine-flower kiss'd my And there were voices too. The garrulous Untiring, to the patient pebbles told SOLDIERS-Things which Make. Sang to her nurslings. Yet I strangely thought SOLITUDE. Spirit of life and love! It might not be : SOLITUDE. in their bosoms sad memories and melancholy anticipations, which often give dark hues to Save what man makes, when in his selfish their feelings in after-life. He locks his joys and bars out others' grief. Are social and benevolent; and he In our early years, or more mature age, the power of employing ourselves, in the retirement of our closet, with any useful or agreeable occupation, banishes the dread of solitude. When soured by disappointment, we must endeavour to pursue some fixed and pleasing course of study, that there may be no blank leaf in our book of life. We never read without profit, if, with the pen or pencil in our hand, we mark such ideas as strike us by their novelty, or correct those we already possess. Reading soon becomes fatiguing, unless undertaken with an eye to our Own advantage or that of others, and when it does not enrich the mind with new ideas; but this habit is easily acquired by exercise, and then books afford the surest relief in the most melancholy moments. Painful and disagreeable ideas vanish from the mind that can fix its attention upon any subject. The sight of a noble and interesting object, the study of a useful science, the varied pictures of the different revolutions exhibited in the history of mankind, the improvements in any art, are capable of arresting the attention and charming every care; and it is thus that man becomes sociable with himself; it is thus that he finds his best friend within his own bosom. Zimmerman. SOLITUDE-Effects of. To be left alone in the wide world, with scarcely a friend-this makes the sadness which, striking its pang into the minds of the young and the affectionate, teaches them too soon to watch and interpret the spirit-signs of their own hearts, the solitude of the aged, when, one by one, their friends fall off, as fall the sere leaves from the trees in autumn. What is it to the overpowering sense of desolation which fills almost to breaking the sensitive heart of youth, when the nearest and dearest ties are severed? Rendered callous by time and suffering, the old feel less, although they complain more; the young, 66 bearing a grief too deep for tears," shrine SOLITUDE-Enjoyments of. Hawthorne. Solitude is one of the highest enjoyments of which our nature is susceptible. Solitude is also, when too long continued, capable of being made the most severe, indescribable, unendurable source of anguish. Deloraine. Here let me, careless and unthoughtful lying, With all their wanton boughs dispute, A silver stream shall roll his waters near, On whose enamel'd bank I'll walk, And hear how prettily they talk. SOLITUDE-Evils of. Cowley. Unsociable humours are contracted in solitude, which will, in the end, not fail of corrupting the understanding, as well as the manners, and of utterly disqualifying a man for the satisfactions and duties of life. Men must be taken as they are, and we neither make them or ourselves better, by flying from or quarrelling with them. Burke. SOLITUDE-Haunts of. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been; But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued, This is to be alone,-this, this is solitude! Who winds him thrice around his planet's waist, Byron. Is by itself in joy or suffering. O SOLITUDE! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings: climb with me steep, the Nature's observatory-whence the dell, In flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell, May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep 'Mongst boughs pavilion'd, where the deer's swift leap Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell. But though I'll gladly trace these scenes with thee, Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind, Whose words are images of thoughts refined, Is my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be Almost the highest bliss of human-kind, When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee. Keats. SOLITUDE-Influence of. I want to be alone, to find some shade, This sick ambition on itself recoiling; That whispers transport to my heart. SOLITUDE-Musings of. Thomson. I am fond of a solitary walk. It is not that I am insensible to the delight of looking upon the beauties and wonders of creation with some companion who can partake of the feelings thus excited, and direct them to their proper use; but that when alone, the voice of Nature speaks more audibly to the heart than the most impassioned eloquence of human lips. In the deep stillness of a thick wood, on the quiet bank of a gentle river, we feel the littleness and the greatness of human nature; we forget the distracting cares and empty joys of the world; there is room within us for gratitude, and devotion, and hope that looks on high. SOLITUDE-Non-existent. Green. All round and through the spaces of creation SOLITUDE-Pleasures of. Beddoes. One ought to love society, if he wishes to enjoy solitude. It is a social nature that solitude works upon with the most various power. If one is misanthropic, and betakes himself to loneliness that he may get away from hateful things, solitude is a silent emptiness to him. But as after a bell has tolled or rung, we hear its sounds dying away in vibrations fainter and fainter, and, when they have wholly ceased, feel that the very silence is musical too-so is it with solitude, which is but a few hours of rest between strains of life, and would not be what it is if we did not go from activity to it, and into activity from it. Zimmerman. SOLITUDE-the Best Society. SOLITUDE-Wholesomeness of. Bear me, some god! oh, quickly bear me hence To wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense, Where Contemplation plumes her ruffled wings, And the free soul looks down to pity kings. Pope. SOLITUDE AND COMPANY. Solitude and company may be allowed to take their turns: the one creates in us the love of mankind, the other that of ourselves; solitude relieves us when we are sick of com SOLITUDE. pany, and conversation when we are weary of Come then, a song; a winding gentle song And more of voice than of that other music But most of thought: for with my mind I listen. SONG-Power of. Beddoes. We fancy that all our afflictions are sent us W. S. Landor. And if even words are sweet, what, what is Not self-inflicted, are but hooded joys, song, When lips we love the melody prolong? SONGS-Celestiality of. That when she touches the white strand of They cluster round her and slip off their robes, Whoever can turn his weeping eyes to heaven has lost nothing; for there, above, is everything he can wish for here below. He Little dewdrops of celestial melody. Carlyle. only is a loser, who persists in looking down on the narrow plains of the present time. SONNETTEERS-Number of. Steele. In all ages, and in every nation where poetry has been in fashion, the tribe of sonnetteers hath been very numerous. Every pert young fellow that has a moving fancy, and the least jingle of verse in his head, sets up for a writer of songs, and resolves to immortalize his bottle or his mistress. What a world of insipid productions in this kind have we been pestered with since the Revolution, to go no higher. SORROW-Abstraction of. And she forgot the stars, the moon, And she forgot the blue above the trees, And she forgot the dells where waters run, And she forgot the chilly autumn breeze; She had no knowledge when the day was done, And the new morn she saw not: but in peace Hung over her sweet Basil evermore, And moisten'd it with tears unto the core. and sun, Keats. |