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It has all the contortions of the sibyl without the inspiration. C.— BURKE — Prior's Life of Burke.

There's some are fou o' love divine, There's some are fou o' brandy.— BURNS — The Holy Fair. St. 30.

To liken them to your auld-warld squad, I must needs say comparisons are odd.— BURNS — Brigs of Ayr. L. 177.

There's but the twinkling of a star Between a man of peace and war.— BUTLER — Hudibras. Pt. II. Canto III. L. 957.

I've read in many a novel, that unless they've souls that grovel- Folks prefer in fact a hovel to your dreary marble halls.— CALVERLEY — In the Gloaming.

Is it possible your pragmatical worship should not know that the comparisons made between wit and wit, courage and courage, beauty and beauty, birth and birth, are always odious and ill taken ?— CERVANTES — Don Quixote. Pt. II. Ch. I.

At whose sight, like the sun, All others with diminish'd lustre shone.— CICERO — Tusculan Disp. Bk. III.

Div. 18. Yonge's trans. Right is more beautiful than private affection; and love is compatible with universal wisdom.— EMERSON — Essays. On Shakespeare.

Expression is action; beauty is repose. J. C. and A. W. HARE-Guesses at Truth.

Hobbes clearly proves that every creature Lives in a state of war by nature.— SWIFT — Poetry. A Rhapsody.

War, that mad game the world so loves to play.— SWIFT — Ode to Sir Wm. Temple.

Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them, Volley'd and thunder'd.— TENNYSON — Charge of the Light Brigade.

A great and lasting war can never be supported on this principle [patriotism] alone. It must be aided by a prospect of interest, or some reward.— GEORGE WASHINGTON — Letter to John

Banister. Valley Forge, April 21, 1778. To be prepared for war is one of the most effectual means of preserving peace.— GEORGE WASHINGTON — Speech to Both

Houses of Congress. Jan. 8, 1790. Nothing except a battle lost can be half sc melancholy as a battle won.— DUKE OF WELLINGTON — Despatch. 1815.

Oh, a strange hand writes for our dear son- O, stricken mother's soul! All swims before her eyes-flashes with blackshe catches the main words only; Sentences broken-gun-shot wound in the breast, cavalry skirmish, taken to hospital; At present low, but will soon be better.— WALT WHITMAN — Drum-Taps. Come

up from the Fields, Father. They came with banner, spear, and shield; And it was proved in Bosworth field, Not long the Avenger was withstood- Earth help'd him with the cry of blood. S.— WORDSWORTH — Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle. St. 3