A MAN may live in dreams, and yet be

unprepared for their realisation.

'BE soople, Davie, in things immaterial.’

N°

O class of man is altogether bad; but each has its own faults and virtues.

BUT it is odd enough, the very women who

profess most contempt for mankind as a sex seem to find even its ugliest particulars rather lively and high-minded in their own

sons.

To cling to what is left of any damaged

quality is virtue in the man.

BUT

UT we have no bravery nowadays, and, even in books, must all pretend to be as dull and foolish as our neighbours.

IT

T always warms a man to see a woman brave.

Co

ONDESCENSION is an excellent thing, but it is strange how one-sided the pleasure of it is!

SOME

own misdoing is

OME strand of our
involved in every quarrel.

TH

HERE was never an ill thing made better by meddling.

LE

ET any man speak long enough, he will get believers.

Ev

`VERY one lives by selling something,

whatever be his right to it.

MAN dissatisfied with endeavour is a man tempted to sadness.

A

DR

IT

RAMA is the poetry of conduct, romance the poetry of circumstance.

T is one of the most common forms of depreciation to throw cold water on the whole by adroit over-commendation of a part, since everything worth judging, whether it be a man, a work of art, or only a fine city, must be judged upon its merits as a whole.

I

WONDER, would a negative be found enticing? for, from the negative point of view, I flatter myself this volume has a certain stamp. Although it runs to considerably over a hundred pages, it contains not a single reference to the imbecility of God's universe, nor so much as a single hint that I could have made a better one myself—I really do not know where my head can have been.

IT'S deadly commonplace, but, after all, the commonplaces are the great poetic truths.

HOSE who try to be artists use, time after

THOS

time, the matter of their recollections, setting and resetting little coloured memories of men and scenes, rigging up (it may be) some especial friend in the attire of a buccaneer, and decreeing armies to manoeuvre, or murder to be done, on the playground of their youth. But the memories are a fairy gift which cannot be worn out in using. After a dozen services in various tales, the little sunbright pictures of the past still shine in the mind's eye with not a lineament defaced, not a tint impaired. Glück und unglück wird gesang, if Goethe pleases; yet only by endless avatars, the original re-embodying after each. So that a writer, in time, begins to wonder at the perdurable life of these impressions; begins, perhaps, to fancy that he wrongs them when he weaves them in with fiction; and looking back on them with ever-growing kindness, puts them at last, substantive jewels, in a setting of their

own.

PLACE them in a hospital, put them in a

jail in yellow overalls, do what you will, young Jessamy finds young Jenny.

"YOU fret against the common law,' I said.

'You rebel against the voice of God, which He has made so winning to convince, so

imperious to command. Hear it, and how it speaks between us! Your hand clings to mine, your heart leaps at my touch, the unknown elements of which we are compounded awake and run together at a look; the clay of the earth remembers its independent life, and yearns to join us; we are drawn together as the stars are turned about in space, or as the tides ebb and flow; by things older and greater than we ourselves.'

'OLALLA,' I said, the soul and the body

are one, and mostly so in love. What the body chooses, the soul loves; where the body clings, the soul cleaves; body for body, soul to soul, they come together at God's signal; and the lower part (if we can call aught low) is only the footstool and foundation of the highest.'

SHE

HE sent me away, and yet I had but to call upon her name and she came to me. These were but the weaknesses of girls, from which even she, the strangest of her sex, was not exempted.

`OR even in love there are unlovely hum

FOR

ours; ambiguous acts, unpardonable words, may yet have sprung from a kind sentiment. If the injured one could read your heart, you may be sure that he would under

stand and pardon; but, alas ! the heart cannot be shown-it has to be demonstrated in words.

TH

HERE is no greater wonder than the way the face of a young woman fits in a man's mind, and stays there, and he could never tell you why; it just seems it was the thing he wanted.

TH

HERE are many matters in which you may waylay Destiny, and bid him stand and deliver. Hard work, high thinking, adventurous excitement, and a great deal more that forms a part of this or the other person's spiritual bill of fare, are within the reach of almost any one who can dare a little and be patient. But it is by no means in the way of every one to fall in love.

A wet rag goes safely by the fire; and if a man is blind, he cannot expect to be much impressed by romantic scenery. Apart from all this, many lovable people miss each other in the world, or meet under some unfavourable star.

To deal plainly, if they only married when

they fell in love, most people would die unwed; and among the others, there would be not a few tumultuous households. The Lion is the King of Beasts, but he is scarcely