WM. E. AYTOUN-Lays of the Scottish
Cavaliers-Charles Edward at
Versailles. L. 111.

Hear, Land o' Cakes and brither Scots
Frae Maiden Kirk to Johnny Groat's.
BURNS-On Capt. Grose's Peregrinations
Thro' Scotland.

n.

O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent;
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet
content!

The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride:
True is the charge, nor by themselves denied.
Are they not then in strictest reason clear,
Who wisely come to mend their fortunes here?
p.
CHURCHILL-Prophecy of Famine.
L. 195.

O Caledonia! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child!
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood,
Land of the mountain and the flood,
Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band,
That knits me to thy rugged strand!
9. SCOTT-Lay of the Last Minstrel.

Canto VI. St. 2.

They love the country, and none else, who seek

For their own sake its silence and its shade. Delights which who would leave, that has a heart

Susceptible of pity, or a mind

Cultured and capable of sober thought.

d. COWPER-The Task. Bk. III. L. 320.

I hate the countrie's dirt and manners, yet
I love the silence; I embrace the wit
A courtship, flowing here in full tide.
But loathe the expense, the vanity and pride.
No place each way is happy.

e. WILLIAM HABINGTON-To my Noblest Friend, I. C. Esquire. Far from the gay cities, and the ways of men. ƒ. HOMER-Odyssey. Bk. XIV. L. 410. Pope's trans.

To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven,-to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. g. KEATS-Sonnet XIV. L. 1.

Yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native land-Good Night! BYRON-Childe Harold.

p.

Canto I.
St. 13.

There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;

For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing,

To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill. CAMPBELL-The Exile of Erin.

q.

O beautiful and grand,

My own, my Native Land!

Of thee I boast:

Great Empire of the West, The dearest and the best, Made up of all the rest,

c.

And nobler is a limited command, Given by the love of all your native land, Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark. DRYDEN-Absalom and Achitophel. Pt. I. L. 299. So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more. d. GOLDSMITH-The Traveller. L. 207. They love their land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne,

And think it kindness to his majesty. FITZ-GREENE HALLECK-Connecticut.

e.

The charm of the best courages is that they are inventions, inspirations, flashes of genius. EMERSON-Society and Solitude.

r.

Courage.

Courage, the highest gift, that scorns to bend
To mean devices for a sordid end.
Courage an independent spark from Heav-
en's bright throne,

By which the soul stands raised, triumphant, high, alone.

Great in itself, not praises of the crowd,
Above all vice, it stoops not to be proud.
Courage, the mighty attribute of powers above,
By which those great in war, are great in love.
The spring of all brave acts is seated here,
As falsehoods draw their sordid birth from
fear.

8.

FARQUHAR-Love and a Bottle. Part
of dedication to the Lord Marquis
of Carmarthen.

Courage is, on all hands, considered as an essential of high character.

t.

FROUDE-Representative Men.

Few persons have courage enough to appear as good as they really are.

1.

SCOTT-Rob Roy. Ch. XXXIV.

Truth.

"Be bold!" first gate; "Be bold, be bold, and evermore be bold," second gate; "Be not too bold!" third gate.

C. Inscription on the Gates of Busyrane. Write on your doors the saying wise and old, "Be bold! be bold!" and everywhere-" Be bold;

Be not too bold!" Yet better the excess
Than the defect; better the more than less;
Better like Hector in the field to die,
Than like a perfumed Paris turn and fly.
d. LONGFELLOW-Morituri Salutamus.

The smallest worm will turn being trodden on,

And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.

As rous'd with rage with rage doth sympathise,

And, with an accent tun'd in self-same key. Retorts to chiding fortune.

r.

Troilus and Cressida. Act I. Sc. 3.
L. 51.

Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar?

Have I not heard great ordnance in the field, And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?

And do you tell me of a woman's tongue,
That gives not half so great a blow to hear
As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire?
8. Taming of the Shrew. Act I. Sc. 2.

L. 200. We fail!

But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail.

t.

St. 10.

And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns. j. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act IV. Sc. 7. L. 63.

Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 7. L. 59. Why, courage then! what cannot be avoided 'Twere childish weakness to lament or fear. 2. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act V. Sc. 4. L. 37.