That ends this strange, eventful history.

2. He swore the world, as he could prove,
Was made of fighting and of love; -
Just so romances are; for what else
Is in them all, but love and battles?

SHAKSPEARE.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

3. Now fiction's groves we tread, where young romance Laps the glad senses in her sweetest trance.

SPRAGUE'S Curiosity.

4. She shuts the dear, dear book that made her weep, Puts out her light, and turns away to sleep.

SPRAGUE'S Curiosity.

5. The gorgeous pageantry of times gone by,-
The tilt, the tournament, the vaulted hall,
Fades in its glory on the spirit's eye,

And fancy's bright and gay creation-all
Sink into dust, when reason's searching glance
Unmasks the age of knighthood and romance.

S. L. FAIRField,

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NOVELTY - NUN-OATHS.

6. I'm not romantic, but, upon my word,

There are some moments when one can't help feeling
As if his heart's chords were so strongly stirr'd

By things around him, that, 't is vain concealing,
A little music in his soul still lingers,

Whene'er its keys are touch'd by Nature's fingers.

NOVELTY.

C. F. HOFFMAN.

1.

New customs,

Though they be never so ridiculous,

Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd.

SHAKSPEARE.

2. All, with one consent, praise new-born gauds,
Though they are made and moulded of things past.
SHAKSPEARE.

3. Papilla, wedded to her amorous spark,
Sighs for the shades-"How charming is a park !"
The park is purchas'd, but the fair he sees
All bath'd in tears -"O odious, odious trees!"

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POPE'S Moral Essays.

4. Of all the passions that possess mankind,
The love of novelty rules most the mind;
In search of this, from realm to realm we roam,
Our fleets come fraught with every folly home.

NUN. (See HERMIT.)

OATHS-SWEARING.

1. "Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow that is vow'd true.

FOOTE.

SHAKSPEARE.

2. It is great sin to swear unto a sin,

But greater sin to keep a sinful oath.

3. I will die a hundred thousand deaths,
Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.

4. Oaths are but words, and words but wind, Too feeble instruments to bind.

5. He, that imposes an oath, makes it,
Not he, that for convenience takes it;
Then how can any man be said
To break an oath he never made?

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

6. An oath is a recognizance to heaven,
Binding us over in the courts above,
To plead to the indictment of our crimes,

That those who 'scape this world, should suffer there.

7. Jack was embarrass'd·

never hero more,

And, as he knew not what to say, he swore.

SOUTHERN.

OBITUARY.

BYRON'S Island.

1. Underneath this stone doth lie
As much virtue as could die,
Which, when alive, did vigour give
To as much beauty as could live.

2. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,

BEN JONSON.

The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed,
The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,
No more shall wake them from their lowly bed.

GRAY'S Elegy.

3. There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair

To dwell a weeping hermit there!

4. Each lonely scene shall thee restore,
For thee the tear be duly shed;

Belov'd, till life could charm no more,
And mourn'd, till pity's self be dead!

5. How sleep the brave who şink to rest, With all their country's honour blest!

6. How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot;

A heap of dust alone remains of thee—
'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!

COLLINS.

COLLINS.

COLLINS.

POPE.

7. What though no funeral pomp, no borrow'd tear,
Your hour of death to gazing crowds may tell
No weeping friends attend your sable bier,
Who sadly listen to the passing bell! -
Yet shall remembrance from oblivion's veil
Relieve
your scene, and sigh with grief sincere;
And soft compassion, at your tragic tale,
In silent tribute pay her kindred tear.

FALCONER.

8. What though the mounds that mark'd each name,
Beneath the wings of Time,

Have worn away?—Theirs is the fame
Immortal and sublime;

For who can tread on Freedom's plain,

Nor wake her dead to life again?

R. MONTGOMERY.

9. Without a groan, or sigh, or glance, to show
A parting pang, the spirit from her pass'd,
And they, who watch'd her nearest, could not know
The very instant, till the change that cast

Her sweet face into shadow, dull and slow,

Glared o'er her eyes.

10. They fell devoted, but undying:

BYRON'S Don Juan.

The very gale their name seem'd sighing.
Their spirits wrapt the dusky mountain;
Their memory sparkled o'er the fountain;
The meanest rill, the mightiest river,
Roll'd mingling with their fame for ever!

BYRON'S Siege of Corinth.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

11. Brief, brave, and glorious, was his young career.

12. We tell thy doom without a sigh,
For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's;
One of the few, th' immortal names,
That were not born to die!

13. Green be the turf above thee,
Friend of my better days;

None knew thee but to love thee,
Nor nam'd thee but to praise.

14. She liv'd as lives a peaceful dove, She died as blossoms die;

And now her spirit floats above,

A seraph in the sky!

FITZ-GREEN HALLECK.

FITZ-GREEN Halleck.

MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY.

15. Yet, shrin'd with many a sweet, sad thought,

That lov'd one's memory lingers still;

For O! she left a void that nought

But mournful thoughts can fill!

MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY

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