The young! Oh! what should wandering fancy bring, It lay upon its mother's breast, a thing I sported in my tender mother's arms, MRS. A. B. WEI.BY. I rode a-horseback on my father's knee; And gold, and Greek, and love, unknown to me. LONGFELLOW-From the Danish. Oh! what a world of beauty fades away Our early days!-How often back DAWES' Geraldine. W. D. GALLAGHER. CHIVALRY. Most fair, Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms, And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart? I do not think a braver gentleman, SHAKSPEARE SHAKSPEARE. CHURCH - CLERGY, &c. Could deeds my heart discover, Could valour gain your charms, I'd prove myself a lover Against a world in arms. A form more active, light and strong, The modest, yet the manly mien, CHURCH-CLERGY, &c. Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, He could raise scruples dark and nice, As if divinity had catch'd The itch on purpose to be scratch'd. Old Song 127 SCOTT. SHAKSPEARE. BUTLER'S Hudibras. The proud he tam'd, the penitent he cheer'd, Nor to rebuke the rich offender fear'd; His preaching much, but more his practice wrought At church with meek and unaffected grace, DRYDEN. GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village. Such vast impressions and his sermons make. DR. WOLCOT's Peter Pindar, I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrines and whose life That he is honest in the sacred cause. Some go to church just for a walk, COWPER'S Tusk CIGAR-SMOKING. In mind compos'd, he sucks: thick curling clouds. Thy quiet spirit lulls the lab'ring brain, SOMERVILE. Lures back to thought the flights of vacant mirth; Yes, social friend, I love thee well, REV. WALTER COLTON. In learned doctors' spite; CHARLES SPRAGUE. CLERGY-CLOUDS - STORM, &c. 127 Farewell! I've yet one solace left, which cheers my lonely hearth, And in that thought a thousand hopes are springing into birth: How beautiful the vision comes, amidst life's gath'ring cares, In shape-a champagne bottle, and a box of fine cigars! J. C. M'CABE. CLERGY. (See CHURCH.) CLOUDS-STORM-WEATHER, &c. The clouds consign their treasures to the fields, Oh night, THOMSON'S Seasons And storm, and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman. Far along From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, Leaps the live thunder. BYRON'S Childe Harold. How the giant element, From rock to rock, leaps with delirious bound! BYRON'S Childe Harold. The storm howl'd madly o'er the sea, And billows, rolling fearfully, In concert with the whirlwind rang. REV. J. N. MAFFIT 128 COMPANY - COMPASSION - CONCEALMENT, &c. How calm, how beautiful comes on The stilly hour, when storms are gone; MOORE'S Lalla Rookh In pomp transcendant, rob'd in heav'nly dyes, Far on the utmost verge of that huge dome, DR. DWIGHT T. D. ENGLISH. The sky grew darker. Soon came booming on The wintry blast, With sound terrific, rushes wildly past. COMPANY. (See ASSOCIATES.) COMPASSION. (See FORGIVENESS.} CONCEALMENT-SECRESY. A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon SHAKSPEARE |