interrupted. There was more real heart-felt joy in that undignified parlour frolic than in all the pageantry of his throne, and pomp of his splendid court.

A similar anecdote is related of Louis the Magnificent of France.

QUOTATIONS. The great Burke says he "would not give one peck of refuse wheat for all that is called fame in the world."

Domestic happiness, thou only bliss

Of Paradise, that hast survived the Fall! . .
Thou art the nurse of Virtue, in thine arms
She smiles, appearing (as in truth she is)
Heaven-born, and destined to the skies again.
Thou art not known where Pleasure is adored,
That reeling goddess with the zoneless waist
And wandering eyes, still leaning on the arm
Of Novelty, her fickle frail support ;
For thon art meek and constant, hating change,
And finding in the calm of truth-tried love
Joys that her stormy raptures never yield.

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It cannot, true, to guilty man restore
Lost innocence, or cancel follies past;
But it has peace, and much secures the mind
From all assaults of evil.-Cowper.

Home is the secret refuge of our life,

Secured from all approaches but a wife.-Dryden.

Home is the citadel in which we are to select our weapons, and gird on our armour which shall fortify us against the temptation of the world; and it is with the utmost difficulty that any one can acquire or retain feelings of sympathy, of generosity, and of enlarged. philanthropy, if there be not the influence of home to give them birth, and to nurture them into activity.— Rev. J. Abbott.

The finger of God points to home, and says to us all, "There is the place to find your earthly joy !"-Rev. J. Abbott.

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If you find a young man who does not love home, whose taste is formed for other joys, who can see no happiness in the serene enjoyment of the domestic circle, you may depend upon it he is not to be trusted.—Rev. J. Abbott.

'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;
A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,
Which, wherever we rove, is not met with elsewhere.
Home! home! sweet, sweet home!

There's no place like home, there's no place like home!

J. H. Payne.

Lord Byron declared, after he had drained the cup of earthly pleasure to its dregs, that "his life had been passed in almost unmitigated wretchedness, and that he often longed to rush into the thickest of the battle, in order to terminate his miserable existence by a sudden death.

Lord Chesterfield with rank, wealth, talent, polish, and power, after having stood for half a century the brightest luminary of all Europe, has recorded his opinion that "all the joys he so eagerly sought were heartless and empty."

Home is home, be it never so homely.

Wife and children are a healthy discipline; but the unmarried are morose and selfish.-Lord Bacon.

At length his lonely cot appears in view
Beneath the shelter of an aged tree.

The expectant "wee things" toddling, stagger through
To meet their dad, with fluttering noise and glee.
His clean hearth stone, his thrifty wifie's smile,
The lisping infant prattling on his knee,

Does all his weary carking cares beguile,

And makes him quite forget his labour and his toil.

O friendly to the best pursuits of man,

Robert Burns.

Friendly to thought, to virtue, and to peace,
Domestic life in sweet seclusion passed!-Cowper.

Home is the resort

Of love, of joy, of peace, and plenty, where
Supporting and supported polished friends

And dear relations mingle into bliss.-Thomson.

Dry bread at home is better than roast meat abroad.— Ray's proverbs.

Domus amica, domus optima.

Jura publica favent privato domûs.

Bos alienus subinde prospectat foras.

PART IV.

SUBJECTS FOR THEMES.

THEME CXXII.-Extreme rigour is oppressive cruelty.

Extreme rigour (says Burke) is sure to arm everything against it, and at length to relax into supreme neglect. Summum jus sæpe summa est malitia.-Terence.

Cavendum est ne major pœna, quam culpa sit.-Cicero.

THEME CXXIII.—With what measure you mete, it shall be measured to you again.-Matt. vii. 2.

Do unto others as you would be done by.

Ab alio expectes, alteri quod feceris.

THEME CXXIV.-Every man is the architect of his own

fortune.

Every man either makes or mars his own lot.

Chacun est artisan de sa fortune.

Suæ quisque fortunæ faber.-Sallust.

THEME CXXV.-Many men, many minds.

Every one to his liking.

Chacun à son gout.

Tant de gens, tant de guises.

Autant de testes, autant d'opinions.

Autant d'hommes, autant d'avis.

Tanti teste, tanti cervieli.

Non omnes eadem mirantur amantque.-Horace.
Quot homines, tot sententiæ.-Terence.

Suam cuique sponsam, mihi meam.-Cicero.

Mille hominum species, et rerum discolor usus ;
Velle suum cuique est, nec voto vivitur uno.-Persius.

THEME CXXVI.-Favours bestowed readily are doubly

welcome.

Favours long waited for are sold, not given.
He loses his thanks whose promises are delayed.
Qui donne tôt, donne deux fois.

Dono molto aspettato, e venduto non donato.
Bis dat, qui sito dat.

Bis est gratum quod opus est, si ultro offeras.
Gratia ab officio, quod mora tardat, abest.

THEME CXXVII.-To the jaundiced eye every thing looks yellow.

The mind measures other men's corn by its own bushel. The drunkard thinks every man is intoxicated.

Insanire me aiunt ultro cum ipsi insaniunt.-Plautus. Insanus omnis furere credit cæteros.

Ut quisque est vir optimus, ita difficillime esse alios improbos suspicatur.— Cicero.

Quisque alios sui similes putat.

Qui sibi male conscii, alios suspicantur.

Malum conscientia suspiciosum facit.-Cicero.

Metiri se quemque suo modulo ac pede, verum est.— Horace.

Omnia bona bonis.

Mala mens, malus animus.