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PAGE PREFACE 3 Letter A 7 Letter B 27 Letter C 46 Letter D 99 Letter E 112 Letter F 119 Letter G 148 Letter H 168 Letter I 199 Letter J 210 Letter K 213 Letter L 220 Letter M 248 Letter N 295 Letter O 300 Letter P 306 Letter Q 332 Letter R 333 Letter S 344 Letter T 379 Letter U 399 Letter V 400 Letter W 402 Letter Y 433 Letter Z 435 INDEX 437
LIFE AND LITERATURE
Absence, with all its pains, Is by this charming moment wip'd away.
Abuse is the weapon of the vulgar.
It is told of Admiral Collingwood that on his travels he carried a bag of acorns, and dropped one wherever there seemed a likely spot for an oak to grow, that England might never lack ships.
Acquaintance softens prejudices.
Many persons I once thought great, dwindle into very small dimensions, on a short acquaintance.
Speak out in acts, the time for words Has passed, and deeds alone suffice.
All may do what has by Man been done.
An act, by which we make one friend, and one enemy, is a losing game; because revenge is a much stronger principle than gratitude.
All the world practices the art of acting.
Do what you can, when you cannot do what you would.
A good action performed in this world receives its recompense in the other, just as water poured at the root of a tree appears again above in fruit and flower.
If the world were to see our real motives, we should be ashamed of some of our best actions.
Our actions are our own; their consequences belong to Heaven.
What thou intendest to do, speak not of, before thou doest it.
There is as much eloquence in the tone of voice, in the eyes, and in the air of a speaker, as in his choice of words.
An actor, when asked by the Archbishop of Canterbury why actors were more successful in impressing their auditors than preachers, replied, "Actors speak of things imaginary as if they were real, while you preachers too often speak of things real as if they were imaginary."
ON LEAVING, AFTER A SHORT VISIT.
She gazed as I slowly withdrew; My path I could hardly discern; So sweetly she bade me "adieu," I thought that she bade me return.
Adversity is sometimes hard upon a man; but for one man who can stand prosperity, there are a hundred that will stand adversity.
Adversity does not take from us our true friends; it only disperses those who pretended to be so.
Adversity has the effect of eliciting talents, which, in prosperous circumstances, would have lain dormant.
He who never was acquainted with adversity, has seen the world but on one side, and is ignorant of half the scenes of nature.
In prosperity the proud man knows nobody; in adversity nobody knows him.
The finest friendships have been formed in mutual adversity.
Before giving advice we must have secured its acceptance, or rather, have made it desired.
There is nothing more difficult than the art of making advice agreeable.
Every man, however wise, sometimes requires the advice of a friend in the affairs of life.
He who gives advice to a self-conceited man, stands himself in need of counsel.
Pouring water on a duck's back. .
Most people, when they come to you for advice, come to have their own opinions strengthened, not corrected.
CLERICAL AFFECTATION.
In man or woman, but far most in man, And most of all in man that ministers And serves the altar, in my soul I loathe All affectation. 'Tis my perfect scorn; Object of my implacable disgust. What! Will a man play tricks, will he indulge A silly fond conceit of his fair form And just proportion, fashionable mien, And pretty face, in presence of his God? Or will he seek to dazzle me with tropes, As with the diamond on his lily hand, And play his brilliant parts before my eyes When I am hungry for the bread of life? He mocks his Maker, prostitutes and shames His noble office, and, instead of truth, Displaying his own beauty, starves his flock.
Affectation of any kind, is lighting up a candle to our defects.
Affectation is the vain and ridiculous attempt of poverty to appear rich.
How sad to notice in one--changed affections, A cold averted eye.
AFFLICTION.
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining, Behind the clouds the sun is shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall--, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!
Old age is a joy, when youth has been well spent.
THE APPROACH OF AGE.
Six years had passed, and forty ere the six, When time began to play his usual tricks; The locks once comely in a virgin's sight, Locks of pure brown, displayed the encroaching white; The blood, once fervid, now to cool began, And Time's strong pressure to subdue the man. I rode or walked as I was wont before, But now the bounding spirit was no more; A moderate pace would now my body heat, A walk of moderate length distress my feet. I showed my stranger guest those hills sublime, But said, "The view is poor, we need not climb." At a friend's mansion I began to dread The cold neat parlor and gay glazed bed; At home I felt a more decided taste, And must have all things in my order placed. I ceased to hunt; my horses pleased me less-- My dinner more; I learned to play at chess. I took my dog and gun, but saw the brute Was disappointed that I did not shoot. My morning walks I now could bear to lose, And blessed the shower that gave me not to choose. In fact, I felt a languor stealing on; The active arm, the agile hand, were gone; Small daily actions into habits grew, And new dislike to forms and fashions new. I loved my trees in order to dispose; I numbered peaches, looked how stocks arose; Told the same story oft--in short, began to prose.
Age is a matter of feeling, not of years.
Men are as old as they feel, and women as they look.
May you all be as old as I, And see your sons to manhood grow; And many a time before you die, Be just as pleased as I am now.
Old age and faded flowers, no remedies can revive.
'Twas impious then For youth to keep their seats when an old man appear'd.
Goethe said: "It is only necessary to grow old to become more indulgent. I see no fault committed that I have not committed myself."
The young are fond of novelty, The old of custom.
Speak gently to the aged one, Grieve not the care-worn heart; The sands of life are nearly run-- Let such in peace depart!
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