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12 HAREBELL And thus of all my harvest-hope I have Campanula Rotundifolia Nought reaped but a weedye crop of care. SPENSER—The Shepherd's Calendar. Decem1 15 Celerity is never more admired Quem, metuont oderunt, quem quisque odit Than by the negligent. periisse expetit.

I love the fair lilies and roses so gay, They are rich in their pride and their splendor; But still more do I love to wander away To the meadow so sweet, - Where down at my feet, The harebell blooms modest and tender. DoRA READ GooDALE-Queen Harebell.

2 With drooping bells of clearest blue Thou didst attract my childish view, Almost resembli The azure butterflies that flew Where on the heath thy blossoms grew So lightly trembling. Bishop HEBER—The Harebell.

3. Simplest of blossoms! To mine eye Thou bring'st the summer's painted sky; The May-thorn greening in the nook; The minnows sporting in the brook; The bleat of flocks; the breath of flowers; The song of birds amid the bowers; The crystal of the azure seas; The music of the southern breeze; # ...; i. the o Sun, elling of halcyon begun. Moir—The H...}.

4 High in the clefts of the rock 'mid the cedars Hangeth the harebell the waterfall nigh; Blue are its petals, deep-blue tinged with purple, Mystical tintings that mirror the sky. L. D. PychowskA—Harebells.

HARVEST (See also AGRICULTURE)

For now, the corn house filled, the harvest home,
Th’ invited neighbors to the husking come;
A frolic scene, where work and mirth and play
Unite their charms to cheer the hours away.
Joel BARLow—The Hasty Pudding.

t; He that observeth the wind shall not sow;

and he that regardeth the clouds shall not reap. Ecclesiastes. XI. 4.

in the morning sow thy seed, and in the eve* withhold not thine hand. cclesiastes. XI. 6.

s Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. Galatians. WI. 7.

9. The harvest truly is plenteous, but the labourers are few. Matthew. IX. 37.

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Who eat their corn while yet 'tis green,

At the true harvest can but glean. SAAD1–Gulistan. (Garden of Roses.)

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To glean the broken ears after the man

That the main harvest reaps.
As You Like It. Act #" Sc. 5. L. 102.

ber. L. 121.

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Antony and Cleopatra. Act III. Sc. 7. L. 25.

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Whom men fear they hate, and whom they hate, they wish dead. QUINTUs ENNIUS—Thyestes. (Atreus log.) 16

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15 The hat is the ultimatum moriens of respectability. Hof-To Autocrat of the Breakfast Table.

16 The Quaker loves an ample brim, A hat that bows to no Salaam; And dear the beaver is to him As if it never made a dam. Hood—All Round my Hat. 17 A sermon on a hat: “'The hat, my boy, the hat, whatever it may be, is in itself nothing—makes nothing, goes for nothing; but, be sure of it, everything in life depends upon the cock of the hat.' For how many men—we put it to your own experience, reader—have made their way through the thronging crowds that beset fortune, not by the innate worth and excellence of their hats, but simply, as Sampson Piebald has it, by ‘the cock of their hats'? The cock's all.” Douglas JERRoLD-The Romance of a Keyhole. Ch. III

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