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7. Rogues as they were, themselves they would not rob—
Vice in the heart some virtue always leaves—
And, though they'd thank the public for a job,

They, 'mongst themselves, were honourable thieves!
J. T. WATSON.

DISPLEASURE.

1. If she do frown, 't is not in hate of youBut rather to beget more love in you.

If she do chide, 't is not to have you gone.

SHAKSPEARE.

2. O! why rebuke you him, who loves you so? Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

SHAKSPEARE.

3. Go, speak not to me; even now begone!

SHAKSPEARE.

4.

No cloud

Of anger

5.

shall remain, but peace assur'd,

And reconcilement.

Do not blast my springing hopes,
That thy kind hand has planted in my soul.

6. "Tis then the mind, from bondage free, And all its former weakness o'er,

Asserts its native dignity,

And scorns what folly priz'd before.

7. And to be wroth with one we love,

Doth work like madness in the brain.

MILTON.

RowE.

CARTWRIGHT.

COLERIDGE's Christabel,

8. O, where are the bright-beaming glances I miss!

DISPOSITION - DISSENSION – DISTANCE.

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9. Farewell! the tie is broken-thou,

With all thou wert to me, hast parted!

10. Cast my heart's gold into the furnace flame,
And, if it come not thence refin'd and pure,
I'll be a bankrupt to thy hope, and heaven
Shall shut its gates on me!

N. P. WILLIS.

MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY.

DISPOSITION.-(See CHARACTER.)

DISSENSION.

1. Alas! how light a cause may move Dissension, between hearts that love!

MOORE.

2. A something light as air-a look— A word unkind, or wrongly taken

Oh! love, that tempest never shook,

A breath, a touch like this, hath shaken.

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1. "Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,

And clothes the mountain in its azure hue.
CAMPBELL's Pleasures of Hope.

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DOMESTIC AFFAIRS-HOME.

2. If earth's whole orb, by some due distanc'd eye, Were seen at once, her tow'ring Alps would sink, And levell'd Atlas leave an even sphere.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

1.

DOMESTIC AFFAIRS-HOME.

Home is the resort

Of love, of joy, of peace, and plenty, where,
Supporting and supported, polish'd friends,
And dear relations mingle into bliss.

THOMSON'S Seasons.

2. Domestic happiness! thou only bliss
Of Paradise, that has surviv'd the fall!
Though few now taste thee unimpair'd and free,
Or, tasting, long enjoy thee; too infirm,
Or too incautious, to preserve thy sweets
Unmix'd with drops of bitter.

COWPER'S Task.

3. His warm but simple home, where he enjoys, With her who shares his pleasure and his heart, Sweet converse.

4. Man, through all ages of revolving time,

COWPER'S Task.

Unchanging man, in every varying clime,
Deems his own land of every land the pride,
Belov'd by heaven o'er all the world beside:
His home the spot of earth supremely blest,
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest.

5. Around, in sympathetic mirth,

Its tricks the kitten tries,
The cricket chirrups on the hearth,
The crackling faggot flies.

J. MONTGOMERY.

GOLDSMITH.

6. With secret course which no loud storms annoy, Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.

GOLDSMITH'S Traveller.

7. Thou spot of earth, where from my bosom
The first weak tones of nature rose,
Where first I cropp'd the stainless blossom
Of pleasure, yet unmix'd with woes;
Where, with my new-born powers delighted,
I tripp'd beneath a mother's hand-
In thee the quenchless flame was lighted,
That sparkles for my native land.

WALKER-From the Danish.

8. 'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark
Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home;
"Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark
Our coming, and look brighter when we come.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

9. He enter'd in his house-his home no more,
For without hearts there is no home-and felt
The solitude of passing his own door

Without a welcome.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

10. The parted bosom clings to wonted home,

If aught, that's kindred, cheer the welcome hearth.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

11. I've wander'd on thro' many a clime where flowers of

beauty grew,

Where all was blissful to the heart and lovely to the view-
I've seen them in their twilight pride, and in their dress of

morn,

But none appear'd so sweet to me as the spot where I was

born.

12. 'Mid pleasures and palaces tho' we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.

J. H. PAYNE.

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DOUBT - DRAMA – DREAMS - SLEEP.

childhood,

13. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my
When fond recollection recalls them to view :-
The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood,
And every lov'd spot which my infancy knew.
SAMUEL WOODWORTH.

14. A neat little cottage in front of a grove,

Where in youth they first gave their young hearts up
Was the solace of age, and to them doubly dear,
As it call'd up the past with a smile or a tear.

15. And oh, the atmosphere of home! how bright
It floats around us when we sit together,
Under a bower of vine in summer weather,
Or round the hearth-stone on a winter's night!

to love,

PARK BENJAMIN.

16. Who, that in distant lands has chanc'd to roam, Ne'er thrill'd with pleasure at the name of home?

DOUBT. (See CREDULITY.)

J. T. WATSON.

DRAMA. (See ACTORS.)

DREAMS-SLEEP.

1. If I may trust the flatt'ring eye of sleep,
My dreams presage some joyful news to-morrow.

SHAKSPEARE.

2. Dreams are but children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

SHAKSPEARE.

3. Thus have I had thee, as a dream will flatter,

In sleep a king, but, waking, no such matter.

SHAKSPEARE.

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