64 AUTUMN-SPRING-WINTER, &c. The dead leaves strew the forest walk, The world leads round the seasons in a choir, The gentle gales of Spring went by, J. BRAINARD, J. G. PERCIVAL GOODRICH What scenes of delight, what sweet visions she brings Of fair sunny glades where the buttercup springs, MRS. A. B. WELBY The bleak wind whistles -snow-showers, far and near, Hark! through the dim woods dying With a moan, Faintly the winds are sighing;— Summer's gone! MRS. NORTON. MRS. NORTON. First budding Spring appears, next Summer's heat, J. T. WATSON AVARICE - BRIBERY - MISER. 'Then rugged Winter his appearance makes, And flowers decay, and all Spring's fruits are lost. Contaminate our fingers with base bribes? The miser lives alone, abhorr'd by all, Like a disease, yet cannot so be 'scaped, SHAKSPEARE. But, canker-like, eats through the poor men's hearts With any, but to ruin them. Of Age's avarice I cannot see What colour, ground, or reason there can be; To reap in autumn what a spring had sown; MAY DENHAM. Who thinketh to buy villany with gold, Shall ever find such faith so bought-so sold. 6* MARSTON. 65 66 AVARICE - BRIBERY - MISER. But the base miser starves amidst his store, The lust of gold, unfeeling and remorseless— DRYDEN DR. JOHNSON's Irene "Tis strange the miser should his care employ POPE'S Moral Essays Their crimes on gold shall misers lay GAY'S Fables Oh cursed lust of gold! when for thy sake BLAIR'S Grave Who, lord of millions, trembles for his store, DR. WOLCOT's Peter Pindar. The love of gold, that meanest rage, And latest folly of man's sinking age, Oh gold! why call we misers miserable? Theirs is the pleasure that can never pall; MOORE. BYRON'S Don Juun. BALL-DANCING, &c. Sound him with gold; Twill sink into his venal soul like lead Into the deep, and bring up slime, and mud, A thirst for gold, The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm BYRON. BYRON'S Vision of Judgment. Who loves no music but the dollar's clink. SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. The kindly throbs that other men control, SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. And he, across whose brain scarce dares to creep SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. Mammon's close-link'd bonds have bound him, BALL-DANCING, &c. Come and trip it as you you go On the light fantastic toe. MRS. S. J. HALE MILTON. 67 Methought it was the sound Of riot and ill-managed merriment, MILTON'S Comus. 68 BALL-DANCING &c Yet is there one, the most delightful kind, A lofty jumping and a leaping round, And whirl themselves with strict embracements round. Alike all ages; dames of ancient days DAVIES Have led their children through the mirthful maze; GOLDSMITH'S Traveller. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when BYRON'S Childe Harold. On with the dance! let joy be unconfined! BYRON'S Childe Harold The long carousal shakes th' illumined hall; BYRON'S Lara. The music, and the banquet, and the wine,- |