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Labour Lightened By Song.
The gondoliers of Venice while away their long midnight hours on the waters with the stanzas of Tasso. Fragments of Homer are sung by the Greek sailors of the Archipelago; the severe labour of the trackers, in China, is accompanied with a song which encourages their exertions and renders them simultaneous. Our sailors at Newcastle, in heaving their anchors, have their "Heave and ho ! rum below !" but the Sicilian mariners must be more deeply affected by their beautiful hymn to the Virgin. Disraeli.
The Warnings Of Evil.
Evil ministers of good things are as torches—a light to others, a waste to none but themselves only. Hooker.
The Willow Tree.
A sad tree, whereof such who have lost their love make their mourning garlands, and we know what exiles hung up their harps upon such doleful supporters. The twigs are physic to drive out the folly of children.
Preaching. Preaching, in the first sense of the word, ceased as soon as ever the gospel was written.
The Best Physician.
He who cures a disease may be the skilfullest, but he that prevents it is the safest physician.
My poor nephew, Lord , was deranged.
The first symptom that appeared was his sending a chaldron of coals as a present to the Prince of Wales on learning that he was loaded with debts. He delighted in what is called book-hunting. This notable diversion consisted in taking a volume of a book and hiding it in some secret part of the library, among volumes of similar binding and size. When he had forgot where the game lay, he hunted till he found jt Horace Walpole.
Reform—Where To Begin.
Make yourself an honest man, and then you may be sure that there is one rascal less in the world. Carlyle.
Ancient And Modern Value Of Money. The value of money and the increase of our opulence, might form, says Johnson, a curious subject of research. In the reign of Edward the Sixth, Latimer mentions it as a proof of his father's prosperity, that though but a yeoman, he gave his daughters five pounds each for their portion. At the latter end of Elizabeth's reign, seven hundred pounds were such a temptation to courtship as made all other motives suspected. Congreve makes twelve thousand pounds more than a counterbalance to the affection of Belinda. No poet will now fly his favourite character at less than fifty thousand. Disraeli.
Three Numerous Tribes.
There are three tribes in England, not named in the Old Testament, who considerably outnumber all the rest. These are the High Vulgarites, who are the children of Rahank and Phashan; the Middle Vulgarites, who are the children of Mammon and Terade ; and the Low Vulgarites, who are the children of Tahag, Rahag, and Bohobtay-il. Southey.
Enemies To Books.
Great collections of books are subject to certain accidents besides the damp, the worms, and the rats; one not less common is that of the borrozvcrs, not to say a word of the purloiners! Disraeli.
Advantages Of A State Of Tick.
Impecuniosity will do you no good. I don't know anything more wholesome for a man— for an honest man, mind you—for another, the medicine loses its effect—than a state of tick. It is an alterative and a tonic; it keeps your moral man in a perpetual state of excitement: as a man who is riding at a fence, or has his opponent's single stick before him, is forced to look his obstacle steadily in the face, and braces himself to repulse or overcome it; a little necessity brings out your pluck, if you have any, and nerves you to grapple with fortune. You will discover what a number of things you can do without when you have no money to get them. You won't want new gloves and varnished boots, eau-de-Cologne, and cabs to ride in. Thackeray. A Model Wine-dibber.
There was a Scottish gentleman that had sore eyes, who was counselled by his physicians to forbear drinking of wine; but he said he neither could nor would forbear it, maintaining it for the lesser evil, to shut up the windows of his body, than to suffer the house to fall down through want of reparations. Wit and Mirth, 1635.
The Sinfulness Of Duelling.
With respect to duels, indeed, I have my own ideas. Few things, in this so surprising world, strike me with more surprise. Two little visual spectra of men, hovering with insecure-enough cohesion in the midst of -the Unfathomable, and to dissolve therein, at any rate, very soon,— make pause at the distance of twelve paces asunder, whirl round, and, simultaneously by the cunningest mechanism explode one another into dissolution, and off-hand become air and non-extant! Deuce on it, (ver-dammt,) the little spitfires! Nay, I think with old Hugo von Trimberg: "God must needs laugh outright, could such a thing be, to see His wondrous manikins here below." Carlyle.