"Lambe them, lads! lambe them!" a cant phrase of the time derived from the fate of Dr. Lambe, an astrologer and quack, who was knocked on the head by the rabble in Charles the First's time.

We often praise the evening clouds, And tints so gay and bold, But seldom think upon our God, Who tinged these clouds with gold.

But woe awaits a country when She sees the tears of bearded men.

Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er.

I like a highland friend who will stand by me not only when I am in the right, but when I am a little in the wrong.

Of all vices, drinking is the most incompatible with greatness.

The Book of Books Within this ample volume lies The mystery of mysteries. Happiest they of human race To whom their God has given grace To read, to fear, to hope, to pray, To lift the latch, to force the way; But better had they ne'er been born That read to doubt or read to scorn.