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The dead leaves strew the forest walk,

And wither'd are the pale wild flowers ;
The frost hangs black’ning on the stalk,
The dew-drops fall in frozen showers.

J. BRAIN.ARD.
The world leads round the seasons in a choir,
For ever changing, and for ever new,
Blending the grand, the beautiful, the gay,
The mournful and the tender, in one strain.

J. G. PERCIVAL
The gentle gales of Spring went by,
And fruits and flowers of summer die ;
The autumn winds swept o'er the hill,
And winter's breath came cold and chill.

GOODRICH
What scenes of delight, what sweet visions she brings

Of freshness, of gladness and mirth-
of fair sunny glades where the buttercup springs,
Of cool, gushing fountains, of rose-tinted wings,
Of birds, bees and blossoms, all beautiful things,
Whose brightness rejoices the earth!

MR3. A. B. WELBY
The bleak wind whistles -snow-showers, far and near,

Drift without echc to the whitening ground;
Autumn hath past away, and, cold and drear,
Winter stalks in, with frozen mantle bound.

MRS. NORTON,
Hark! through the dim woods dying

With a moan,
Faintly the winds are sighing ;-
Summer's gone !

MRS. NORTON.
First budding Spring appears, next Summer's heat,
Then Autumn's fruits, then Winter's cold and sleet.

1. T. WATSON

AVARICE - BRIBERY-MISER.

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l'hen rugged Winter his appearance makes,

Cloth'd in his cheerless robes of snow and frost,
And vegetation all the land forsakes,
And flowers decay, and all Spring's fruits are lost.

J. T. WATSON.

AVARICE - BRIBERY - MISER.

Shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ?
And sell the mighty space of our large honours,
For so much trash as may be grasped thus ?
I'd rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.

SILAKSPEARE.
The miser lives alone, abhorr'd by all,
Like a disease, yet cannot so be 'scaped,
But, canker-like, eats through the poor men's hearts
That live about him; never has commerce
With
any,
but to ruin them.

MAY
Of Age's avarice I cannot see
What colour, ground, or reason there can be ;
Is it not folly, when the way we ride
Is short, for a long voyage to provide ?
To avarice some title Youth may own,
To
reap

in autumn what a spring had sown;
And, with the providence of bees or ants,
Prevent with summer's plenty winter's wants.
But Age scarce sows, ere death stands by to reap,
And to a stranger's hand transfer the heap.

DENHAN.
Who thinketh to buy villany with gold,
Shall ever find such faith so bought—so sold.

MARSTON.

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AVARICE - BRIBERY - MISER.

But the base miser starves amidst his store,
Broods o'er his gold, and griping still at more,
Sits sadly pining, and believes he's poor.

DRYDEN
The lust of gold, unfeeling and remorseless-
The last corruption of degenerate man.

DR. JOHNSON's Irene
"Tis strange the miser should his care employ
To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy.

Pope's Moral Essays
Their crimes on gold shall misers lay
Who've pawn'd their sordid souls away?
Let bravoes, then, whose blood is spilt,
Upbraid the passive sword with guilt.

Gay's Fables
Oh cursed lust of gold! when for thy sake
The fool throws up his interest in both worlds;
First starv'd in this, then damn'd in that to come.

BLAIR's Grave
Who, lord of millions, trembles for his store,
And fears to give a farthing to the poor ;
Proclaims that penury will be his fate,
And, scowling, looks on charity with hate.

Dr. Wolcot's Peter Pindar.
The love of gold, that meanest rage,
And latest folly of man's sinking age,
Which, rarely venturing in the van of life,
While nobler passions wage their heated strife,
Comes skulking last, with selfishness and fear,
And dies collecting lumber in the rear.

MOORE.
Oh gold! why call we misers miserable ?

Theirs is the pleasure that can never pall;
'T'heirs is the best bower-anchor, the chain cable,
Which holds fast other pleasures great and small.

Byron's Don Jilan. 6

BALL-DANCING, &o.

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Sound him with gold ;
Twill sink into his venal soul like lead
Into the deep, and bring up slime, and mud,
And ooze too, from the bottom, as the lead doth
With its greased understratum.

BYRON
A thirst for gold,
The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm
The meanest soul.

Byron's Vision of Judgment. Who loves no music but the dollar's clink.

SPRAGUE's Curiosity. The kindly throbs that other men control, Ne'er melt the iron of the miser's soul; Thro’ life's dark road his sordid

way

he wends, An incarnation of fat dividends.

Sprague's Curiosity. And he, across whose brain scarce dares to creep Aught but thrift's parent pair-to get-to keep.

SPRAGUE's Curiosity. Mammon's close-link'd bonds have bound him,

Self-imposed, and seldom burst;
Though heaven's waters gush'd around him,
He would pine with earth's poor thirst.

Mrs. S. J. HAJE

BALL — DANCING, &c.
Come and trip it as you you go
On the light fantastic toe.

MILTON. ,
Methought it was the sound
of riot and ill-managed merriment,
Such as the jocund flute or gamesome pipe
Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds.

MILTON's Comus.

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BALL-DANCING &c

Yet is there one, the most delightful kird,

A lofty jumping and a leaping round,
When arm in arm the dancers are entwined,
And whirl themselves with strict embracements round.

DAVIES
Alike all ages; dames of ancient days
Have led their children through the mirthful maze;
And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore,
Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.

GOLDSMITH's Traveller,
A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when

Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes that spoke again,
And all went merry as a marriage bell.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.
On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined !
No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet,
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.

Byron's Childe Harold
The long carousal shakes th' illumined hall;
Well speeds alike the banquet and the ball:
And the gay dance of bounding beauty's train
Links grace and harmony in happiest chain.
Blest are the early hearts and gentle hands,
That mingle theirs in well-according bands;
It is a sight the careful brow might smooth,
And make age smile, and dream itself to youth,
And youth forget such hours were past on earth,
So springs th’ exulting bosom to that mirth.

BYRON'S Lara.
I'he music, and the banquet, and the wine,-
The garlands, the rose-odours, and the flowers,
The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments,
'The white arms, and the raven hair—the braids
And bracelets—s) an-like igsoms—the thin robes,

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