How pleasant, when the heat of day is bye, And seething dew empurples round the hill Of the horizon, sweeping with the eye

If thou art tempted by a thought of ill, Crave not too soon for victory, nor deem Thou art a coward if thy safety seem

How sweet it were, if without feeble fright, Or dying of the dreadful beauteous sight, An angel came to us, and we could bear

And, O beloved voices, upon which Ours passionately call because erelong Ye brake off in the middle of that song

[The snail scoops out hollows, little rotund chambers, in limestone, for its residence. This habit of the animal is so important in its effects, as to have attracted the attention of geologists, and Dr. Buckland alluded to it at the meeting of the British Association in 1841. See Chambers' 'Popular Rhymes,' p. 43. The following rhyme is a boy's invocation to the snail to come out of such holes.] Snail, snail, come out of your hole, Or else I will beat you as black as a coal.

[Isabel.] Congeal'd water and Cain's brother, That was my lover's name, and no other.

The Angel that presided o'er my birth Said, "Little creature, form'd of Joy and Mirth, "Go love without the help of any Thing on Earth."

What General has a good army in himself, has a good army; He happy in himself, or she happy in herself, is happy, But I tell you you cannot be happy by others, any more than you can beget or conceive a child by others.