4 "The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
Await, alike, the inevitable hour;

The paths of glory lead but to the grave."

5 "Oft in sadness and in illness,

I have seen thy current glide; Till the beauty of its stillness Overwhelmed me like a tide."

6"Now God and St. of Spain !"

strike for the good cause

7" "Tis not in mortals to command success,
But we'll do more, Sempronius, we'll deserve it."

8 "Father and mother!—yes, and brother dear."

VIII.

The Heroes of Modern Novelists.

1 The mind that conceived thee is still;
2 Arabia, the happy!

1 Suggestive of Queen Elizabeth.
2 Suggestive of winter desserts.

3 Suggestive of ante-young-ladyhood.
4 Suggestive of Spartan political economy.
5 Very suggestive of royal autographs.

IX.

The colour of my favourite animal.
A name of contempt for a spinster.

1 The smallest bird that's the prey of a cat :

2 The folks about here are as black as your hat.

3 The name of some straits on your overland route : 4 I'm the name of a coin and an urchin to boot. 5 The name of a song by John Blockley of fame : A period elapsed yet but one day bears my name.

X.

1 "The desolator desolate ! The victor overthrown!

2

The arbiter of others' fate

A suppliant for his own!"

"Lay him beneath his snows,

The great Norse giant, who in these last days

Troubled the nations. ***

Lying so straightly in an icy calm

Grander than sovereignty."

1 A Scottish saint.
2 An Italian poet.

3 A violent declamation.
4 A solemn promise.
5 A world-known shrine.
6 An English battle-field.
7 A Cæsar's sister.

8 A French astrologer.

XI.

1 "But, lo! from high Hymettus to the plain
The queen of night asserts her silent reign;
With cornice glimmering as the moonbeams play
Here the white column greets her grateful ray,
And sad and sombre 'mid the holy calm,
Near Theseus' fane, yon solitary palm.'

2 "Un pezzo di cielo caduto in terra."

1 "Courage,' he said, and pointed toward the land. * In the afternoon they came unto a land,

In which it seemed always

2 " Angels ever bright and fair

Take, oh, take me to your care!"

3 "Ah! why will summer roses fade?"

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4 We ne'er shall look upon

5 "Stitch! stitch! stitch!"

his like again."

6 "Descending fast, the mountain-shadows miss Thy glorious gulf * *.”

XII.

1 "Only ladies wear it:
2 Only ladies wear it."

1 Cheer away; cheer away; give a cheer more!
2 No longer o'er x's and y's will we pore;
3 But one of our two noble selves, you or I,

4 Will kick up our heels, like jackasses, high.

5 Only don't grow too something that rhymes well with dump,

6 Lest one of our two noble selves, you or I,

7 Like a girl in a convent, short fare have to try.

XIII.

1 The Raphael of musicians.

2 The Milton of composers.

1 At first unpopular, now of all sacred works best known:

2 No songstress wakes in me more thrilling tone.

3 My famous thoughts on Solitude to a past age belong. 4 "Thy proudly and glossy neck," you know

the song.

5 I rouse at morning by the beat of drum, 6 The end to gain, by working out a sum.

XIV.

1 Though I sue and I complain
2 Of my rights I yield no grain.

1 O! do it nobly in my cause,

2 And, ere you take a long one, pause;
3 Nor hold thee back as though in fear,
4 But give, when praising ours, a cheer.
5 She's dead to earth, as it appears,
6 And buried I can live for years;
7 E'en now I have it in my
head;
8 And my ire in it is read:
9 But, O Jacky What-d'ye-call,
10 Pray don't bite my toes at all

XV.

"The queen of the desert, and her captive queen."

1 Spanish peace.
2 The wind-flower.
3 Spanish fruits.

4 Spanish Moors.

5 Last but one, first but one.

6 Italian composer.

7 A fifth quarter.

1 "Dead!

XVI.

Thirteen a month ago!

Short and narrow her life's walk;
Lover's love she could not know

Even by a dream or talk:

**

Must you pity her for this,
And for all the joy it is,

You her mother, with wet face,
Having had all in your case?"

2 "My sprightly neighbour! gone before
To that unknown and silent shore,
Shall we not meet, as heretofore,

Some summer morning

1 "I'll be your father and your brother too;
Let me but bear your woes, I'll bear your cares.
Yet weep that Harry's dead; and so will I.
But Harry lives that shall convert those tears,
By number, into hours of happiness."

2 "Hector, my best one !— * * Pity hast thou none For this young child, and this most sad myself, Who soon shall be thy widow

3 "Man never is, but always to be blest."

4 "In open market-place produc'd they me, To be a public spectacle to all;

5

'Here,' said they, is 'the terror of the French.'"

My wife to France; from whence set forth in pomp, Sent back like Hallowmas, or short'st of day."

6 "And if at first you don't succeed,

Why try again."

XVII.

1 ""Twas but the twinkling of an eye betrayed him, 2 On this drear heath."

1 "With blackest

the flower-plots

Were thickly crusted one and all.”