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In sculpture did ever anybody call the Apollo a fancy piece? Or say of the Laocoön how it might be made different? A masterpiece of art has in the mind a fixed place in the chain of being, as much as a plant or a crystal.— EMERSON — Society and Solitude. Art.

Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature, That fashions all her works in high relief, And that is Sculpture. This vast ball, the Earth, Was moulded out of clay, and baked in fire; Men, women, and all animals that breathe Are statues, and not paintings.— LONGFELLOW — Michael Angelo. Pt. III. 5.

Sculpture is more than painting. It is greater To raise the dead to life than to create Phantoms that seem to live.— LONGFELLOW — Michael Angelo. Pt. III. 5.

And the cold marble leapt to life a God.— H. H. MILMAN — The Belvedere Apollo.

The Paphian Queen to Cnidos made repair Across the tide to see her image there: Then looking up and round the prospect wide, When did Praxiteles see me thus? she cried.— PLATO — Greek Anthology.

Then marble, soften'd into life, grew warm.— POPE — Second Book of Horace. Ep. I. L. 146.

The sculptor does not work for the anatomist, but for the common observer of life and nature.— RUSKIN — True and Beautiful.

Sculpture. So stands the statue that enchants the world, So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, The mingled beauties of exulting Greece.— THOMSON — The Seasons. Summer. L. 1,346.

The marble index of a mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone. S.— WORDSWORTH — The Prelude. Bk. III.

Shoemaking. A cobbler, *** produced several new grins of his own invention, having been used to cut faces for many years together over his last.— ADDISON — Spectator. No. 173.

Ye tuneful cobblers! still your notes prolong, Compose at once a slipper and a song; So shall the fair your handiwork peruse, Your sonnets sure shall please-perhaps your shoes.— BYRON — English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. L. 751.

The shoemaker makes a good shoe because he makes nothing else.— EMERSON — Letters and Social Aims.

Greatness. Let firm, well hammer'd soles protect thy feet Through freezing snows, and rains, and soaking sleet; Should the big last extend the shoe too wide, Each stone will wrench the unwary step aside; The sudden turn may stretch the swelling vein, The cracking joint unhinge, or ankle sprain; And when too short the modish shoes are worn, You'll judge the seasons by your shooting corn.— GAY — Trivia. Bk. I. L. 33.

I was not made of common calf, Nor ever meant for country loon; If with an axe I seem cut out, The workman was no cobbling clown; A good jack boot with double sole he made, To roam the woods, or through the rivers wade. C.— GIUSEPPE GIUSTI — The Chronicle of the

Boot. Marry because you have drank with the king, And the king hath so graciously pledged you, You shall no more be called shoemakers, But you and yours to the world's end Shall be called the trade of the gentle craft. Probably a play of GEORGE A. GREENE. Time of Edward IV. As he cobbled and hammered from morning till dark, With the footgear to mend on his knees, Stitching patches, or pegging on soles as he sang, Out of tune, ancient catches and glees.— OSCAR H. HARPEL — The Haunted

Cobbler. One said he wondered that leather was not dearer than any other thing. Being demanded a reason: because, saith he, it is more stood upon than any other thing in the world.— HAZLITT — Shakespeare Jest Books.

Conceits, Clinches, Flashes and Whimzies. No. 86. A careless shoe string, in whose tie I see a wilde civility.— HERRICK — Delight in Disorder.

Cinderella's lefts and rights To Geraldine's were frights, And I trow The damsel, deftly shod, Has dutifully trod Until now.— FREDERICK LOCKER — To My Mistress's

Oh, where did hunter win So delicate a skin For her feet? You lucky little kid, You perished, so you did, For my sweet.— FREDERICK LOCKER — To My Mistress's

Boots. The fairy stitching gleams On the sides and in the seams, And it shows That Pixies were the wags Who tipped these funny tags And these toes.— FREDERICK LOCKER — To My Mistress's

Boots. But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound.— EDWARD MOORE — The Spider and the Bee. Fable X. L. 29.

*** And holding out his shoe, asked them whether it was not new and well made. "Yet," added he, "none of you can tell where it pinches me."— PLUTARCH — Lives. Vol. II. Life of

Æmilius Paulus. Hans Grovendraad, an honest clown, By cobbling in his native town, Had earned a living ever. His work was strong and clean and fine, And none who served at Crispin's shrine Was at his trade more clever.— JAN VAN RYSWICK — Hans Grovendraad. Translated from the French by

F. W. Ricord. Thou art a cobbler, art thou? Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: *** I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes. Julius Cæsar. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 23. What trade are you? Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler. Julius Cæsar. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 9. What trade art thou? answer me directly. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles. Julius Cæsar. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 12. Wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? Why dost thou lead these men about the streets? Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work. Julius Cæsar. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 31. When bootes and shoes are torne up to the lefts, Coblers must thrust their awles up to the hefts.— NATHANIEL WARD — The Simple Cobler

of Aggavvam in America. Title Page. Rap, rap! upon the well-worn stone, How falls the polished hammer! Rap, rap! the measured sound has grown A quick and merry clamor. Now shape the sole! now deftly curl The glassy vamp around it, And bless the while the bright-eyed girl Whose gentle fingers bound it!— WHITTIER — The Shoemakers.

Statesmanship. A disposition to preserve, and an ability to improve, taken together, would be my standard of a statesman.— BURKE — Reflections on the Revolution in

France. No statesman e'er will find it worth his pains To tax our labours and excise our brains.— CHURCHILL — Night. L. 271.

It is strange so great a statesman should Be so sublime a poet.— BULWER-LYTTON — Richelieu. Act I. Sc. 2.

Who would not praise Patricio's high desert, His hand unstain'd, his uncorrupted heart, His comprehensive head? all interests weigh'd, All Europe sav'd, yet Britain not betray'd.— POPE — Moral Essays. Ep. I. L. 82.

Statesman, yet friend to truth; of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend; Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.— POPE — Epistle to Addison. L. 67.

And lives to clutch the golden keys, To mould a mighty state's decrees, And shape the whisper of the throne.— TENNYSON — In Memoriam. Pt. LXIII.

And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet.— TENNYSON — To the Queen. St. 8.

Why don't you show us a statesman who can rise up to the emergency, and cave in the emergency's head.— ARTEMUS WARD — Things in New York.