Our eyes when gazing on sinful objects, are out of their calling and God's keeping.

Scripture Observations, XI.-THOMAS FULLER.

Hace not Deceptive. The

All men's faces are true, whatsoe'er their hands are. Antony and Cleopatra, Act II. Scene VI.-SHAKSPERE.

FACE an Imperfect Index of Thought. The
Slight are the outward signs of evil thought,
Within, within-'twas there the spirit wrought!
Love shows all changes-Hate, Ambition, Guile,
Betray no further than the bitter smile;

The lip's least curl, the lightest paleness thrown
Along the governed aspect, speak alone
Of deeper passions; and to judge their mien,
He, who would see, must be himself unseen.

The Corsair, Canto I. Verse X.-LORD BYRON.

FACT. Definition of a

Goodman Fact is allowed by everybody to be a plain spoken person, and a man of very few words. Tropes and figures are his aversion. He affirms every thing roundly, without any art, rhetoric, or circumlocution. He is a declared enemy to all kinds of ceremony and complaisance. He flatters nobody. Yet so great

is his natural eloquence that he cuts down the finest orator, and destroys the best contrived argument, as soon as ever he gets himself to be heard.

The Trial and Conviction of Count Tariff.—ADDISON.

FADING AWAY.

He is gone, and we are going all; Like flowers we wither, and like leaves we fall. The Parish Register, Part III.-G. CRABBE.

FAIRYLAND.

They lifted Kilmeny, they led her away,
And she walked in the light of a sunless day;
The sky was a dome of crystal bright,

The fountain of vision, and fountain of light;
The emerald fields were of dazzling glow,
And the flowers of everlasting blow.

Bonny Kilmeny (The Queen's Wake).—JAMES HOGG.

FAIRY LANDSCAPE.

A

What place is here!

What scenes appear!

Where'er I turn my eyes,

All around

Enchanted ground

And soft Elysiums rise ·

Flow'ry mountains,

Mossy fountains,

FAITH.

Shady woods,
Crystal floods,

With wild variety surprise,

As o'er the hollow vaults we walk,

A hundred echoes round us talk:

From hill to hill the voice is tost,

Rocks rebounding,

Caves resounding,

Not a single word is lost.

Rosamond, Act I. Scene I.-ADDISON.

Thou must believe and thou must venture,
In fearless faith thy safety dwells;

By miracles alone men enter

The glorious Land of Miracles!

FAITH. Joys of

The Longing.-SCHILLER.

The pious man,

In this bad world, when mists and couchant storms
Hide heaven's fine circlet, springs aloft in faith,
Above the clouds that threat him, to the fields
Of ether, where the day is never veiled
With intervening vapours; and looks down
Serene upon the troublous sea that hides
The earth's fair breast, the sea whose nether face
To grovelling mortals frowns and darkens all;
But on whose billowy back, from man conceal'd,
The glaring sunbeam plays.

Fragments.-H. K. WHITE.

FAITH, HOPE, and LOVE.

There came from heaven a flying turtle-dove,
And brought a leaf of clover from above;
He dropped it,-and, O happy they that find!
The triple flower is Faith and Hope and Love.
Strung Pearls.-RUCKERT.

FALSEHOOD and TRUTH.

Cheaters must get some credit before they can cozen, and all falsehood, if not founded in some truth, would not be fixed in

any belief.

Scripture Observations, VII.-THOMAS FULLER.

FAME.

Fame is the shade of immortality,
And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught,
Contemn'd; it shrinks to nothing in the grasp.
Consult the ambitious, 'tis ambition's cure.

Night Thoughts, VII. Line 365.-EDWARD YOUNG.

Fame is like a river, that beareth up things light and swollen, and drowns things weighty and solid; but if persons of quality and judgment concur, then it filleth all round about, and will not easily away; for the odours of ointments are more durable than those of flowers.'

Essay on Praise.-LORD BACON.

FAME. Definition of

Fondness of fame is avarice of air.

Night Thoughts, v. Line 2.-EDWARD YOUNG.

FAME'S TRUMPET.

Fame's trumpet seldom sounds, but, like the knell
It brings bad tidings! how it hourly blows
Man's misadventures round the list'ning world!
Night Thoughts, VIII. Line 106.-EDWARD YOUNG.

One asked a mother who had brought up many children to a marriageable age, what arts she used to breed up so numerous an issue: "None other," said she, save only, I always made the most of the youngest." Let the Benjamins ever be darlings, and the last born, whose eyes were newest opened with the sight of their errors, be treated with the greatest affection.

FAMILIES.

Mixt Contemplations on these Times, XXIII.
THOMAS FULLER.

Mutability of

There is no antidote against the opium of time, which temporally considereth all things: our fathers find their graves in our short memories, and sadly tell us how we may be buried in our survivors. Grave-stones tell truth scarce forty years. Generations pass while

some trees stand, and old families last not three oaks.

Urn Burial.-Sir T. BROWNE.