The schoolmaster is termed, classically, Ludi Magister, because he deprives boys of their play.

O woman! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!

A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man's heart through half the year.

No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.

Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in the vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade.

He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit, He that leaps the wide gulf should prevail in his suit.

Teach self-denial and make its practice pleasure, and you can create for the world a destiny more sublime that ever issued from the brain of the wildest dreamer.