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.

RUFUS CHOATE. 1799-1859.

There was a State without King or nobles; there was a church without a Bishop;1 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.

1 The Americans equally detest the pageantry of a King, and the supercilious hypocrisy of a Bishop. — Junius, Letter, No. 35, Dec. 19, 1769.

It (Calvinism) established a religion without a prelate, a government without a king. - George Bancroft, History of the United States, Vol. iii. ch. vi.

THOMAS K. HERVEY. 1799-1859.

The tomb of him who would have made

The world too glad and free.

The Devil's Progress.

He stood beside a cottage lone,

And listened to a lute,

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

The hairs on his brow were silver-white,

And his blood was thin and old.

Ibid.

ROBERT C. WINTHROP.

Our Country - whether bounded by the St. John's and the Sabine, or however otherwise bounded or described, and be the measurements more or less ;-still our Country, to be cherished in all our hearts, to be defended by all our hands. Toast at Faneuil Hall on the 4th of July, 1845. A star for every state, and a state for every

star.

Address on Boston Common in 1862.

THOMAS B. MACAULAY. 1800-1859.

Wherever literature consoles sorrow, or assuages pain, wherever it brings gladness to eyes which fail with wakefulness and tears, and ache for the dark house and the long sleep, there is exhibited, in its noblest form, the immortal influence of Athens.

Essay on Mitford's History of Greece.

Nobles by the right of an earlier creation, and priests by the imposition of a mightier hand. Essay on Milton.

He had a head which statuaries loved to copy, and a foot the deformity of which the beggars in the streets mimicked.

On Moore's Life of Lord Byron.

We know no spectacle so ridiculous as the British public in one of its periodical fits of morality. Ibid.

From the poetry of Lord Byron they drew a system of ethics, compounded of misanthropy and voluptuousness, a system in which the two great commandments were, to hate your neighbour and to love your neighbour's wife. Ibid.

What a singular destiny has been that of this remarkable man! To be regarded in his own age as a classic, and in ours as a companion. To receive from his contemporaries that full homage which men of genius have in

general received only from posterity! To be more intimately known to posterity than other men are known to their contemporaries.

On Boswell's Life of Johnson.

She (the Roman Catholic Church) may still exist in undiminished vigour,when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.1 Review of Ranke's History of the Popes.

1 The same image was employed by Macaulay in 1824, in the concluding paragraph of a review of Mitford's Greece; and he repeated it in his review of Mill's Essay on Government, in 1829.

Who knows but that hereafter some traveller like myself will sit down upon the banks of the Seine, the Thames, or the Zuyder Zee, where now, in the tumult of enjoyment, the heart and the eyes are too slow to take in the multitude of sensations? Who knows but he will sit down solitary amid silent ruins, and weep a people inurned and their greatness changed into an empty name? - Volney's Ruins, Ch. 2.

At last some curious traveller from Lima will visit England, and give a description of the ruins of St. Paul's, like the editions of Baalbec and Palmyra. Horace Walpole, Letter to Mason, Nov. 24, 1774.

Where now is Britain?

Even as the savage sits upon the stone

That marks where stood her capitols, and hears
The bittern booming in the weeds, he shrinks

From the dismaying solitude.

Henry Kirke White, Time.

In the firm expectation, that when London shall be

In that temple of silence and reconciliation where the enmities of twenty generations lie buried, in the great Abbey which has during many ages afforded a quiet resting-place to those whose minds and bodies have been shattered by the contentions of the Great Hall. On Warren Hastings.

In order that he might rob a neighbour whom he had promised to defend, black men fought on the coast of Coromandel, and red men scalped each other by the Great Lakes of North America. Frederic the Great.

We hardly know an instance of the strength and weakness of human nature so striking, and so grotesque, as the character of this haughty, vigilant, resolute, sagacious blue-stocking, half Mithridates and half Trissotin, bearing up against a world in arms, with an ounce of poison in one pocket and a quire of bad verses in the other.

Ibid.

There were gentlemen and there were seamen an habitation of bitterns, when St. Paul and Westminster Abbey shall stand, shapeless and nameless ruins in the midst of an unpeopled marsh; when the piers of Waterloo Bridge shall become the nuclei of islets of reeds and osiers, and cast the jagged shadows of their broken arches on the solitary stream, some Transatlantic commentator will be weighing in the scales of some new and now unimagined system of criticism the respective merits of the Bells and the Fudges, and their historians. Shelley, Dedication to Peter Bell.