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She lived unknown, and few could tell

When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,

The difference to me!


He that is proud of the rustling of his silks, like a madman laughs at the rattling of his fetters. For, indeed, clothes ought to be our remembrancers of our lost innocency. Besides, why should any brag of what is but borrowed ? Should the ostrich snatch off the gallant's feather, the beaver his hat, the goat his gloves, the sheep his suit, the silkworm his stockings, and the neat his shoes (to strip him no further than modesty will give leave), he would be left in a cold condition. And yet it is more pardonable to be proud even of cleanly rags than, as many are, of affected slovenliness. The one is proud of a molehill, the other of a dunghill.—The Holy State, by Thomas Fuller.

The Sensual and the Dark rebel. They burst their manacles.

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The Sensual and the Dark rebel in vain,
Slaves by their own compulsion. In mad game
They burst their manacles, and wear the name
Of Freedom, graven on a heavier chain.--Coleridge.


A little semi-vestibule between two doors prefaced the entrance into what might be considered the principal room of the cottage. It was an oblong square, not above eight and a half feet high, sixteen feet long, and twelve broad; very prettily wainscoted from the floor to the ceiling with dark polished oak, slightly embellished with carving. One window there wasa perfect and unpretending cottage window, with little diamond panes, embowered at almost every season of the year with roses; and, in the summer and autumn, with a profusion of jasmine and other fragrant shrubs. From the exuberant luxuriance of vegetation around it, and from the dark hue of the wainscoting, this window, though tolerably large, did not furnish a very powerful light to one who entered from the open air. However, I saw sufficiently to be aware of two ladies just entering the room, through a door-way opening upon a little staircase. The foremost, a tallish young woman, with the most winning expression of benignity upon her features, advanced to me, presenting her hand with so frank an air, that all embarrassment must have fled in a moment before the native goodness of her manner. This was Mrs. Wordsworth, cousin of the poet; and, for the last five years or more, his wife. She was now mother of two children, a son and a daughter; and she furnished a remarkable proof how possible it is for a woman neither handsome nor even comely, according to the rigour of criticism-nay, generally pronounced very plain—to exercise all the practical fascination of beauty, through the mere compensatory charms of sweetness all but angelic, of simplicity the most entire, womanly self-respect and purity of heart speaking through all her looks, acts, and movements.De Quincey.


Alas! they had been friends; but tongues can poison, and constancy lives in heaven; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; But to be wroth doth work like madness. And this chanced with Roland and Sir Leoline, I divine; And each spake words of disdain to his brother. They parted; But neither found another friend. They stood like cliffs which had been rent: A sea flows between ; But nothing shall do away the memory of former things, I ween.

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to free the hollow heart

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Alas! they had been friends in youth;
But whispering tongues can poison truth;
And constancy lives in realms above;
And life is thorny; and youth is vain ;
And to be wroth with one we love,
Doth work like madness in the brain,
And thus it chanced, as I divine,
With Roland and Sir Leoline.
Each spake words of high disdain
And insult to his heart's best brother;
They parted—ne'er to meet again !
But never either found another
To free the hollow heart from paining-
They stood aloof, the scars remaining,
Like cliffs which had been rent asunder;
A dreary sea now flows between ;-
But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder,
Shall wholly do away, I ween,
The marks of that which once hath been.--Coleridge.

EXAMPLE FOR PRACTICE. Let your scholar be never afraid to ask you any doubt, but use discreetly the best allurements ye can to encourage him to the same: lest his overmuch fearing of you drive him to seek some misorderly shift: as to seek to

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