be sure you see with your own eyes, and hear with your own ears. Entertain no lurchers; cherish no informers for gain or revenge; use no tricks; fly to no devices to support or cover injustice; but let your hearts be upright before the Lord, trusting in Him above the contrivances of men, and none shall be able to hurt or supplant. Letter to his Wife and Children.-WM. PENN.

How magnificent is this idea of God's government! That he inspects the whole and every part of his universe every moment, and orders it according to the counsels of his infinite wisdom and goodness, by his omnipotent will; whose thought is power; and his acts ten thousand times quicker than the light; unconfused in a multiplicity exceeding number, and unwearied through eternity! Sermon on Prayer. -DR. OGDEN.

So long as we stand in need of a benefit, there is nothing dearer to us; nor anything cheaper when we have received it. And yet a man may as well refuse to deliver up a sum of money that's left him in trust, without a suit, as not to return a good office without asking; and when we have no value any further for the benefit, we do commonly care as little for the author. People follow their interest; one man is grateful for his convenience, and another man is ungrateful for the same

reason.

Seneca's Morals, translated by SIR ROGER L'ESTRANGE.

GRAVE. The

How populous, how vital is the grave!
This is creation's melancholy vault,
The vale funereal, the sad cypress gloom,
The land of apparitions, empty shades!
All, all on earth is shadow, all beyond
Is substance; the reverse is folly's creed:
How solid all, where change shall be no more!
Night Thoughts, I. Line 116.-EDWARD YOUNG.

There is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found,
They softly lie and sweetly sleep

Low in the ground.

The Grave.-JAMES MONTGOMERY.

GRAVE. The Hallowedness of the

Blessed is the turf, serenely blessed,
Where throbbing hearts may sink to rest,
Where life's long journey turns to sleep,
Nor ever pilgrim wakes to weep.

Dirge.-LEIGH HUNT.

GRAVE. Flowers suitable for a

With fairest flowers,

Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele,
I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack
The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor
The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins: no, nor

The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander,
Outsweeten'd not thy breath: the ruddock would,
With charitable bill (O bill, sore-shaming

Those rich-left heirs that let their fathers lie
Without a monument!) bring thee all this;

Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none,
To winter-ground thy corse.

Cymbeline, Act IV. Scene II.-SHAKSPERE.

GRAVE. A Poet's

I would lie

Beneath a little hillock, grass o'ergrown,

Swath'd down with osiers, just as sleep the cotters:
Yet may not undistinguish'd be my grave;
But there, at eve, may some congenial soul
Duly resort, and shed a pious tear,

The good man's benison-no more I ask.

Lines written in Wilford Church-yard.-H. K. WHITE.

GRAVES.

No spot on earth but has supplied a grave,
And human skulls the spacious ocean pave;
All's full of man; and at this dreadful turn
The swarm shall issue, and the hive shall burn.
The Last Day, II. Line 89.-EDWARD YOUNG.

GRAVITY.

Gravity is a mysterious carriage of the body, invented to cover the defects of the mind.

Maxims, CCIII.-ROCHEFOUCAULT.

GREATNESS.

Greatness, thou gaudy torment of our souls,
The wise man's fetter, and the range of fools!
Who is't would court thee if he knew thy ills?
He who the greatest heap of honour piles,
Does nothing else but build a dang'rous shelf,
Or erect mountains to o'erwhelm himself.

GREATNESS.

Alcibiades, Act IV. Scene I.-T. OTWAY.

True

To be great, we must know how to push our fortune to the utmost. Maxims, CLX.-ROCHEFOUCAULT.

GREATNESS. Decay of Monuments of

Turn the hippogriff loose to graze; he loves the acanthus that wreathes round yon broken columns. Yes; that is the Arch of Titus, the conqueror of Jerusalem,— that the Colosseum! Through one passed the triumph of the deified invader-in one fell the butchered gladiators. Monuments of murder, how poor the thoughts, how mean the memories ye awaken, compared with those that speak to the heart of man on the heights of Phyle, or by the lone mound of Marathon! We stand amidst weeds, and brambles, and long waving herbage. Where we stand reigned Nero-here were his tesselated floors; here "Mighty in the Heaven, a second Heaven," hung the vault of his ivory roofshere, arch upon arch, pillar on pillar, glittered to the world the golden palace of its master-the Golden House

:

of Nero. How the lizard watches us with his bright timorous eye! We disturb his reign. Gather that wild flower the Golden House is vanished-but the wild flower may have kin to those which the stranger's hand scattered over the tyrant's grave; see, over this soil, the grave of Rome, Nature strews the wild flowers still!

Zanoni, Book 1. Chapter v.-E. B. LYTTON.

GREEDINESS. Evil Effects of

An able man will arrange his interests, and conduct each in its proper order. Our greediness often hurts us, by making us prosecute so many things at once; by too earnestly desiring the less considerable, we lose the more important. Maxims, ccv.-ROCHEFOUCAULT.

GRIEF.

Grief is a stone that bears one down, but two bear

it lightly.

Mährchen.-W. HAUFF.

Grief is a foe-expel him then thy soul;

Let nobler thoughts the nearer views control!

The Village, Book II.-G. CRABBE.

GRIEF should be Moderate.

I like Solon's course, in comforting his constant friend; when, taking him up to the top of a turret, overlooking all the piled buildings, he bids him think how many discontents there had been in those houses since their framing-how many are, and how many will