I * * *

I would not marry her, though she were endowed with all that Adam had left him before he transgressed: she would have made - Hercules have turned spit, yea, and have cleft his club to make the fire too. would to God some scholar would conjure - her; for certainly, while she is here, a man may live as quiet in hell as in a sanctuary. Much Ado About Nothing. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 258. Let husbands know, Their wives have sense like them: they see, and smell,

c.

j.

O ye gods,

Render me worthy of this noble wife!
Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 303.
She is mine own,

And I as rich in having such a jewel
As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
The water nectar and the rocks pure gold.
k. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act II.

Sc. 4. L. 168.

She is your treasure, she must have a husband;
I must dance barefoot on her wedding day
And for your love to her lead apes in hell.
Taming of the Shrew. Act II. Sc. 1.
L. 32.

1.

And craves no other tribute at thy hands,
But love, fair looks, and true obedience;
Too little payment for so great a debt.
p.

Taming of the Shrew. Act V. Sc. 2.
L. 152.
Thou art mine, thou hast given thy word,
Close, close in my arms thou art clinging;
Alone for my ear thou art singing

A song which no stranger hath heard:
But afar from me yet, like a bird,
Thy soul in some region unstirr'd
On its mystical circuit is winging.

Over whose heads those arrows fly

Of sad distrust and jealousy.

C.

EDMUND WALLER-Of the Marriage of the Dwarfs. L. 7. 'Tis just like a summer bird cage in a garden; the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair, and are in a consumption, for fear they shall never get out. d.

JOHN WEBSTER-The White Devil.
Act I. Sc. 2.

Why do not words, and kiss, and solemn pledge,

And nature that is kind in woman's breast,
And reason that in man is wise and good,
And fear of Him who is a righteous Judge,-
Why do not these prevail for human life,
To keep two hearts together, that began
Their spring-time with one love.

e.

WORDSWORTH-The Excursion. Bk. VI.

MEETING.

As two floating planks meet and part on the sea,

O friend! so I met and then drifted from thee. k. WM. R. ALGER-Oriental Poetry. The Brief Chance Encounter.

We met 'twas in a crowd.

1. THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY—We Met. Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,

Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness:

So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another,

Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

m.

LONGFELLOW-Tales of a Wayside Inn. The Theologian's Tale. Elizabeth. Pt. IV. The joy of meeting not unmixed with pain. n. LONGFELLOW-Morituri Salutamus.

In life there are meetings which seem Like a fate.

L. 113.

0. OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)Lucile. Pt. II. Canto III. St. S.

Some day, some day of days, threading the

street

With idle, heedless pace,
Unlooking for such grace,

I shall behold your face!

Some day, some day of days, thus may we

p.

L. 175.

Thy thoughts to nobler meditations give,
And study how to die, not how to live.
9.

GEO. GRANVILLE (Lord Lansdowne)-
Meditation on Death. St. 1.

meet.

NORA PERRY-Some Day of Days.

And so he'll die; and, rising so again,
When I shall meet him in the court of heaven
I shall not know him.

q. King John. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 86.
When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 1.

r.

It is a suggestive idea to track those worn feet backward through all the paths they have trodden ever since they were the tender and rosy little feet of a baby, and (cold as they now are) were kept warm in his mother's hand.

a. NATH. HAWTHORNE-The Marble Faun. Vol. I. Ch. XXI.

I remember, I remember,

The house where I was born,

The little window where the sun

Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day,

But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away!
b. HOOD-I Remember, I Remember.

When I remember all

The friends so link'd together,

I've seen around me fall,

Like leaves in wintry weather

I feel like one who treads alone

Some banquet hall deserted,

Whose lights are fled, whose garlands dead, And all but he departed.

When time who steals our years away
Shall steal our pleasures too,

The mem'ry of the past will stay
And half our joys renew.

I've wandered east, I've wandered west,
I've bourne a weary lot;

But in my wanderings far or near
Ye never were forgot.

The fount that first burst frae this heart
Still travels on its way

And channels deeper as it rins
The luve o' life's young day.

r. WM. MOTHERWELL-Jeanie Morrison.

I remember, I remember

How my childhood fleeted by,—

The mirth of its December,

And the warmth of its July.