135.

Pride never forgives.-Anon.

136.

When we wish to forget-we remember.—Anon.

137.

The power of the mobility is but a lever which every faction strives to possess.-Escherny.

138.

In this life, reflection never comes but as a last misfortune.-Anon.

139.

Experience to most men, is like the stern lights of a ship; they illumine the space gone over.

140.

Coleridge.

Absence cures little passions, but aggravates great ones.-Napoleon.

141.

A nation is never so powerful against a foreign enemy, as when she is agitated by intestine commotions.-Machiavelli.

142.

To a man of free and generous principles a debt is hell. But hell with bailiffs and attorneys. An unpaid debt is baseness-a beginning of shuffling cunning, and more than that—of falsehood! It is the beginning of crime, the parent of the scaffold.— Anon.

143.

If the head of a party has no other resource but the self-devotion and the energy of what is called

"honest men," he may cover his head with his cloak, and blow his brains out.-Nodier.

144.

Centuries are required to build up an empireone hour is enough to reduce it to dust.

145.

Anon.

The universe is a book, and we have only read the first page, if we have not been out of our own country.-Cosmopolite.

146.

Genius has its ante-chambers also.-Anon.

147.

all is death and

The hindmost go before the first; life; ages march on, and glory alone flourishes over the ruins of the universe. For her alone has fame a trumpet; and its hundred mouths never resound the name of the most noble, but when it has rendered itself illustrious by great exploits.Napoleon.

148.

When a law is oppressive, the citizens ought, in transgressing it, to give an occasion of its being put in force against them; in proportion as it is inflicted, will be evident to the eyes of all, and of the judge, the injustice that ought to effect its abrogation.J. J. Rousseau.

149.

Look before, and not behind.-De la Martine.

150.

Knowledge of the world is the true source of conversational wit.-Godolphin.

151.

Wouldst thou know if the woman thou lovest still loves thee, trust not her spoken words, her present smiles; examine her letters in absence; see if she dwells, as she once did, upon trifles-but trifles relating to thee. The things which the indifferent forget, are among the most treasured meditations of love.-Ib.

152.

Passion is the avalanche of the human heart: a single breath can dissolve it from its repose.Bulwer.

153.

The skies grew darker and darker as the night stole over them: one low roll of thunder broke upon the constrained and heavy air-they did not see it, and yet it was the knell of peace-virtue-hopelost, lost for ever to their souls!—Ib.

154.

The world is still deceived with ornament.
In law what plea so tainted and corrupt,
But being seasoned with a gracious voice,
Obscures the show of evil? In religion,
What damned error, but some sober brow
Will bless it, and approve it with a text,
Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
There is no vice so simple, but assumes
Some mark of virtue in its outward parts.
How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
The beards of Hercules, and frowning Mars;
Who, inward searched, have livers white as milk,
And these assume but valour's excrement,
To render them redoubted. Look on beauty,
And you shall see, 'tis purchased by the weight,

Which therein works a miracle in nature,
Making them lightest, that wear most of it.
So are those crisped, snaky, golden locks,
Which make such wanton gambols with the wind
Upon supposed fairness, often known

To be the dowry of a second head,

The scull that bred them, in the sepulchre.
Thus ornament is but the guiled shore

To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf
Veiling an Indian beauty; in a word,

The seeming truth which cunning time put on
T'entrap the wisest.
Shakspeare.

155.

Where I have come great clerks have purposed
To greet me with premeditated welcomes;
Where I have seen them shiver and look pale,
Make periods in the midst of sentences,
Throttle their practis'd accents in their fears,
And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off,
Not paying me a welcome; trust me, sweet,
Out of this silence yet I picked a welcome:
And in the modesty of fearful duty

I read as much as from the rattling tongue
Of saucy and audacious eloquence.

156.

Extremity is the trier of spirits.

157.

Ib.

Ib.

No government can e'er be safe that's founded
On lust, on murder, and despotic power.
'Tis not in lawless strength to turn and manage
This cumbrous and unwieldy bulk of empire,
Which like the restless sea still works and tosses,
Vexed with continual change and revolution.
How few of my unhappy successors

Will'scape my fate? E'en while we keep the throne, We fear those subjects' threats, on whom we frown, Infringe their liberty and loose our own.

And hourly prove by arbitrary sway,

THAT HE'S THE GREATEST SLAVE, WHOM NONE BUT

SLAVES OBEY.

158.

The quality of mercy is not strained;

Trap.

It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is thrice blessed;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes;
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown.
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above the sceptred sway,

It is enthroned in the hearts of kings;
It is an attribute of God himself;

And earthly power doth then shew likest God's
When mercy seasons justice—

159.

Shakspeare.

The man that hath not music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils:

The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus,
Let not such men be trusted.

160.

Oh, who can hold a fire in his hand,
By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite,
By bare imagination of a feast?

Or wallow naked in December snow,
By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?

Ib.