It is when we think we lead that we are most led.

Maidens, like moths, are ever caught, by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.

Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.

And then he danced,-all foreigners excel the serious Angels in the eloquence of pantomime;-he danced, I say, right well, with emphasis, and a'so with good sense-a thing in footing indispensable: he danced without theatrical pretence, not like a ballet-master in the van of his drill'd nymphs, but like a gentleman.

I have not loved the World, nor the World me; I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed To its idolatries a patient knee, Nor coined my cheek to smiles,-nor cried aloud In worship of an echo.

Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till-'t is gone, and all is gray.

But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.