Like fumes of sacred incense o'er the clouds,
And wafted thence on angels' wings, through ways
Of light to the bright Source of all.

6. For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.

CONGREVE.

CONGREVE'S Mourning Bride.

7. Virtue may be assail'd, but never hurt;
Surpris'd by unjust force, but not enthrall'd;
Yet even that, which mischief meant most harm,
Shall in the happy trial prove most glory.

MILTON'S Comus.

8. Then to be good is to be happy; angels
Are happier than mankind, because they're better.

9. He patient show'd us the wise course to steer, A candid censor, and a friend sincere ;

10.

He taught us how to live; and (Oh! too high
The price of knowledge) taught us how to die.

ROWE.

TICKELL, on the Death of Addison.
Sure the last end
Of the good man is peace! - how calm his exit !
Night-dews fall not more gently to the ground,
Nor weary, worn-out winds expire so soft!

BLAIR'S Grave.

11. What nothing earthly gives or can destroy,
The soul's calm sunshine, and the heartfelt joy,
Is virtue's prize.

POPE'S Essay on Man.

12. Know then this truth, (enough for man to know,) Virtue alone is happiness below.

POPE'S Essay on Man.

13. She points the arduous height where glory lies, And teaches mad ambition to be wise.

14. Beside the bed where parting life was laid,
And sorrow, guilt, and pain by turns dismay'd,
The reverend champion stood. At his control,
Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul:
Comfort came down, the trembling wretch to raise,
And his last, faltering accents whisper'd praise.

POPE.

GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village.

15. Virtue on herself relying,
Every passion hush'd to rest,
Loses every pain of dying

In the hope of being blest.

16. Virtue in itself commands its happiness, Of every outward object independent.

GOLDSMITH.

Stands like the sun, and all which rolls around
Drinks life, and light, and glory, from her aspect.

18. And let not this seem strange; the devotee
Lives not on earth, but in his ecstasy;
Around him days and worlds are heedless driven,
His soul is gone, before his dust, to heaven.

FRANCIS,

BYRON.

BYRON'S Island.

To know no bliss but that which virtue gives;
And when he dies, to leave a lofty name,
A light, a landmark on the cliffs of fame.

MOORE'S Lalla Rookh.

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PREFERMENT-PRESS- PRESUMPTION.

20. Count life by virtues - these will last
When life's lame-footed race is o'er;
And these, when earthly joys are past,
Shall cheer us on a brighter shore.

MRS. S. J. HALE.

PREFERMENT.

1. For places in the court are but like beds
In the hospital, where this man's head lies
At that man's foot, and so lower and lower.

2.

i 'Tis the curse of service;
Preferment goes by letter and affection,

Not by the old gradation, when each second
Stood heir to the first. 1

WEBSTER.

SHAKSPEARE.

3. If on the sudden he begins to rise,

No man that lives can count his enemies.

MIDDLETON.

All preferment,

That springs from sin and lust, shoots quickly up,
As gard'ners' crops do in the rottenest grounds.

2. If 't is presumption for a wretch condemn'd To throw himself beneath his judges' feet, A boldness more than this I never knew.

DRYDEN.

3. But think not, because at your words I ne'er frown,
That I'll ever one spark of regard to you lend:
We smile at the sallies and jokes of a clown,
But we think not of making the fellow our friend.
J. T. WATSON.

1.

PRIDE-VANITY.

Man, proud man,

Dress'd in a little brief authority,

Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven,
As make the angels weep.

2. One whom the music of his own vain tongue Doth ravish, like enchanting harmony.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

3. Of all the causes which conspire to blind
Man's erring judgment, and mislead the mind,
What the weak head with strongest bias rules,
Is Pride that never-failing vice of fools.

POPE'S Essay on Criticism.

4. Here beggar pride defrauds her daily cheer, To boast one splendid banquet once a year.

GOLDSMITH'S Traveller.

5. Here vanity assumes her pert grimace.

GOLDSMITH'S Traveller.

6. Though the rock of my last hope is shiver'd,
And its fragments are sunk in the wave,
Though I feel that my soul is deliver'd
To pain it shall not be its slave.

BYRON.

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PRISON - PRISONER, &c.

7. And with stern patience, scorning weak complaint, Hardens his heart against assailing want.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

8. Stern and erect his brow was rais'd;· Whate'er the grief his soul avow'd, He would not shrink before the crowd.

BYRON'S Parisina.

9. The hardest trial of a generous mind,
Is to court favour from the hand it scorns...

10. Proud has been my fatal passion,

Proud my injur'd heart shall be,
While each thought and inclination

Still shall prove me worthy thee.

11. That proud heart had been given to one Who sought it not to win,

12.

And now she only strove to hide

The burning shame within.

AARON HILL.

MRS. ROBINSON.

MISS L. E. LANDON.

And henceforth learn,

Never your equals from your path to spurn;
For your superiors will not you endure,
And slighted equals will not, I am sure.

J. T. WATSON.

PRISON. (See IMPRISONMENT.)

PRISONER. (See IMPRISONMENT.)

PROCRASTINATION.-(See DELAY.)

PROPOSAL.-(See DECLARATION.)

PROSPERITY. (See ENJOYMENT.)