Lytton.

Motherwell.

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EDWARD BULWER LYTTON.

Beneath the rule of men entirely great

The pen is mightier than the sword.

Richelieu. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Take away the sword;

States can be saved without it; bring the pen !

Ibid.

In the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves
For a bright manhood, there is no such word
As-fail.

Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Alone! that worn-out word,

So idly spoken, and so coldly heard ;

Yet all that poets sing, and grief hath known, Of hopes laid waste, knells in that word-ALONE! The New Timon. Part ii. 7.

WILLIAM MOTHERWELL. 1797-1835.

I've wandered east, I 've wandered west,
Through many a weary way;

But never, never can forget
The love of life's young day.

Jeannie Morison.

And we, with Nature's heart in tune,

Concerted harmonies.

Ibid.

THOMAS HOOD. 1798-1845.

We watched her breathing through the night,

Her breathing soft and low,

As in her breast the wave of life

Kept heaving to and fro.

Our very hopes belied our fears,

Our fears our hopes belied;

The Death-Bed.

We thought her dying when she slept,
And sleeping when she died.

One more Unfortunate
Weary of breath,
Rashly importunate,

Gone to her death.

Ibid.

And the book of Nature

Getteth short of leaves. The Seasons.

When he is forsaken,

Withered and shaken,

What can an old man do but die? Ballad.

It is not linen you 're wearing out,

But human creatures' lives.1

Song of the Shirt.

My tears must stop, for every drop,

Hinders needle and thread.

Ibid.

But evil is wrought by want of thought

As well as want of heart.

The Lady's Dream.

And there is even a happiness

That makes the heart afraid.

Ode to Melancholy.

There's not a string attuned to mirth,

But has its chord in Melancholy.

I remember, I remember

The fir-trees dark and high;

I used to think their slender tops

Were close against the sky;
It was a childish ignorance,

But now 't is little joy

To know I'm further off from heaven

Than when I was a boy.

Ibid.

I remember, I remember.

Seemed washing his hands with invisible soap

In imperceptible water.

Miss Kilmansegg.

1 It's no fish ye 're buying, it 's men's lives. Scott, The Antiquary, Ch. xi.

[Hood continued.

Gold! Gold ! Gold! Gold !

Bright and yellow, hard and cold.

Miss Killmansegg. Her Moral. Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old To the very verge of the churchyard mould.

How widely its agencies vary

To save to ruin to curse to bless

As even its minted coins express,

Ibid.

Now stamped with the image of Good Queen Bess,

And now of a Bloody Mary.

Oh! would I were dead now,

Or up in my bed now,

Ibid.

To cover my head now

And have a good cry!

RUFUS CHOATE.

A Table of Errata.

1799-1859.

There was a State without King or nobles; there was a church without a Bishop; there was a people governed by grave magistrates which it had selected, and equal laws which it had framed. Speech before the New England Society, New York, December 22, 1843.

We join ourselves to no party that does not carry the flag and keep step to the music of the Union. Letter to the Whig Convention. Its constitution the glittering and sounding generalities of natural right which make up the Declaration of Independence.

Letter to the Maine Whig Committee.

One summer's eve, when the breeze was gone,

And the nightingale was mute.

Ibid.

The hairs on his brow were silver-white,

And his blood was thin and old.

Ibid.

W. M. PRAED. 1802-1839.

Twelve years ago I was a boy,

A happy boy, at Drury's.

School and School-fellows.

Some lie beneath the churchyard stone,

And some before the speaker.

I remember, I remember

How my childhood fleeted by,

The mirth of its December,

And the warmth of its July.

Ibid.

I remember, I remember.