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Where'er we tread 'tis haunted, holy ground.

BYRONChilde Harold. Canto II. St. 88.

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HOLIDAYS The second day of July, 1776, will be the most memorable epoch in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance, by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward forevermore. JOHN ADAMS-Letter to Mrs. Adams. July 3,

1776.

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There were his young barbarians all at play There was their Dacian mother-he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday.

BYRON—Childe Harold. Canto IV. St. 141.

God attributes to place
No sanctity, if none be thither brought
By men who there frequent.
MILTON—Paradise Lost. Bk. XI. L. 836.

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Whoso lives the holiest life
Is fittest far to die.

MARGARET J. PRESTONReady.

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But all his mind is bent to holiness,
To number Ave-Maries on his beads;
His champions are the prophets and apostles,
His weapons holy saw of sacred writ,
His study is his tilt-yard, and his loves
Are brazen images of canonized saints.

Henry VI. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 58.

21 He who the sword of heaven will bear Should be as holy as severe; Pattern in himself to know, Grace to stand, and virtue go; More or less to others paying Than by self-offences weighing. Shame to him whose cruel striking Kills for faults of his own liking! Measure for Measure. Act III. Sc. 2.

L. 275.

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And that was the way
The deuce was to pay
As it always is, at the close of the day
That gave us-

Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!
(With some restrictions, the fault-finders say)
That which, please God, we will keep for aye
Our National Independence!

WILL CARLETON-How We kept the Day.

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Our holy lives must win a new world's crown.

Richard II. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 24.

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I've read in many a novel, that unless they've

souls that grovelFolks prefer in fact a hovel to your dreary

marble halls. CALVERLEY—In the Gloaming. My whinstone house my castle is,

I have my own four walls.

CARLYLE-My Own Four Walls.
When the hornet hangs in the holly hock,

And the brown bee drones i’ the rose,
And the west is a red-streaked four-o'clock,

And summer is near its close-
It's—Oh, for the gate, and the locust lane;
And dusk, and dew, and home again!

MADISON CAWEIN-In the Lane.

Holiness is the architectural plan upon which God buildeth up His living temple. SPURGEON—Gleanings Among the Sheaves. Holiness.

HOLLY

(Ilex)
Green, slender, leaf-clad holly-boughs
Were twisted gracefu' round her brows,
I took her for some Scottish Muse,

By that same token,
An' come to stop those reckless vows,

Would soon be broken.
BURNSThe Vision. Duan I. St. 9.

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Those hollies of themselves a shape

As of an arbor took.
COLERIDGEThe Three Graves. Pt. IV. St. 24.

Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever Their peace and gladness lie like tears and

laughter. MADISON CAWEIN-Old Homes.

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For a man's house is his castle.
SIR EDWARD COKE-Institutes. Pt. III.

Against Going, or Riding Armed. P. 162.

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And as, when all the summer trees are seen

So bright and green,
The Holly leaves a sober hue display

Less bright than they,
But when the bare and wintry woods we see,
What then so cheerful as the Holly-tree?

SOUTHEYThe Holly-Tree.

7 O Reader! hast thou ever stood to see

The Holly-tree? The eye that contemplates it well perceives

Its glossy leaves Ordered by an Intelligence so wise As might confound the Atheist's sophistries.

SOUTHEYThe Holly-Tree. St. i.

The house of every one is to him as his castle and fortress, as well for his defence against injury and violence, as for his repose. SIR EDWARD COKE-Reports, Semaynes' Case. Vol. III. Pt. V. P. 185.

(See also BLACKSTONE)

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For the whole world, without a native home,
Is nothing but a prison of larger room.

COWLEY—To the Bishop of Lincoln. L. 27.
I am far frae my hame, an' I'm weary aften

whiles, For the longed-for hame-bringing an'my Father's

welcome smiles. ERASTUS ELLSWORTH-My Ain Countrie.

See Moody and SANKEY's Hymns, No. 5. The house is a castle which the King cannot

enter. EMERSON-English Traits. Wealth.

(See also BLACKSTONE) There's nobody at home But Jumping Joan, And father and mother and I. GEORGE GASCOIGNETale of leronimi. (1577)

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How small of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
Still to ourselves in every place consigned,
Our own felicity we make or find.
With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.

GOLDSMITHThe Traveller. L. 429.

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What if in Scotland's wilds we veil'd our head,
Where tempests wbistle round the sordid bed;
Where the rug's two-fold use we might display,
By night a blanket, and a plaid by day.
E. B. G.-Attributed in the British Museum

Cat. to EDWARD BURNABY GREENE. (1764)
The Satires of Juvenal Paraphrastically
Imitated, and adapted to the Times.

Our law calleth a man's house, his castle, meaning that he may defend himselfe therein. LAMBARDEiren. II. VII. 257. (1588)

(See also BLACKSTONE) Cling to thy home! If there the meanest shed Yield thee a hearth and shelter for thy head, And some poor plot, with vegetables stored, Be all that Heaven allots thee for thy board, Unsavory bread, and herbs that scatter'd grow Wild on the river-brink or mountain-brow; Yet e'en this cheerless mansion shall provide More heart's repose than all the world beside.

LEONIDAS—Home.

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The stately Homes of England,

How beautiful they stand!
Amidst their tall ancestral trees,

O'er all the pleasant land.
FELICIA D. HEMANSHomes of England.

5 My house, my house, though thou art small, Thou art to me the Escurial.

HERBERT- Jacula Prudentum. No. 416.

Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest;
Home-keeping hearts are happiest,
For those that wander they know not where
Are full of trouble and full of care;

To stay at home is best.
LONGFELLOW-Song. St. 1.

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His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
HOMEROdyssey. Bk. XIII. L. 38. POPE's

trans.

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Peace and rest at length have come,

All the day's long toil is past;
And each heart is whispering, "Home,

Home at last!"
Hood—Home At Last.

A house of dreams untold,
It looks out over the whispering treetops,

And faces the setting sun.
EDWARD MACDOWELL. Heading to From a

Log Cabin. Inscribed on memorial tablet

near his grave. 17 I in my own house am an emperor, And will defend what's mine. MASSINGER-Roman Actor. Act I. Sc. 2.

(See also BLACKSTONE) 18 It is for homely features to keep home. They had their name thence.

MILTONComus. L. 748.

19 Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth.

MILTONIl Penseroso. L. 81.

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Who hath not met with home-made bread,
A heavy compound of putty and lead-
And home-made wines that rack the head,

And home-made liquors and waters?
Home-made pop that will not foam,
And home-made dishes that drive one from

home

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Home-made by the homely daughters. Hood-Miss K ilmansegg.

His home, the spot of earth supremely blest,
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest.

MONTGOMERY-West Indies. Pt. III. L. 67.

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Yes, that is true, and something more:

You'll find, where'er you roam,
That marble floors and gilded walls

Can never make a home.
But every house where Love abides

And Friendship is a guest,
Is surely home, and home, sweet home;

For there the heart can rest.
HENRY VAN DYKE-Home Song.

(See also LOVELACE under PRISON) They dreamt not of a perishable home. WORDSWORTHInside of King's College Chapel,

Cambridge. The man who builds, and wants wherewith to

pay, Provides a home from which to run away. YOUNG-Love of Fame. Satire I. L. 171.

HONESTY Honesty is the best policy. CERVANTESDon Quixote. Pt. II. Ch. XXXIII.

(See also WHATELY) A honest man's word is as good as his bond. CERVANTES-Don Quixote. Vol. III. Pt. II. Ch. XXXIV.

(See also GAY) Omnia quæ vindicaris in altero, tibi ipsi vehementer fugienda sunt.

Everything that thou reprovest in another, thou must most carefully avoid in thyself. CICERO-In Verrem. I). 3. 2. Barring that natural expression of villainy which we all have, the man looked honest enough. S. L. CLEMENS (Mark Twain)—A Mysterious

Visit.

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'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may

roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like Home. J. HOWARD PAYNE-Home Sweet Home.

Song in Clari, The Maid of Milan. 2

The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the force of the Crown. It may be frail, its roof may shake; the wind may blow through it; the storms may enter,-the rain may enter, but the King of England cannot enter; all his forces dare not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement! WILLIAM PITT (Earl of Chatham)-Speech on the Excise Bill.

(See also BLACKSTONE) Home is where the heart is.

PLINY.
My lodging is in Leather-Lane,

A parlor that's next to the sky;
'Tis exposed to the wind and the rain,

But the wind and the rain I defy.
W. B. RHODES-Bombastes Furioso. Sc. 4.

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Just the wee cot-the cricket's chirr-
Love and the smiling face of her.

JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY-Ike Walton's Prayer.

6 To fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.

SAM'L ROGERS-Human Life. L. 347. Gallus in sterquilinio suo plurimum potest.

The cock is at his best on his own dunghill

SENECA-De Morte Claudii.
And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Forgetting any other home but this.

Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 175.

9 That is my home of love.

Sonnet CIX.

10 Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.

Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act I, Sc. 1. L. 2. 11

Ma meason est a moy come mon castel, hors de quel le ley ne moy arta a fuer.

My house is to me as my castle, since the law has not the art to destroy it. STAUNFORDE-Plees del Coron. 14 B. (1567) 12

Home is the resort
Of love, of joy, of peace, and plenty; where
Supporting and supported, polished friends
And dear relations mingle into bliss.

THOMSONThe Seasons. Autumn. L. 65.

13 Though home be but homely, yet huswife is

taught That home hath no fellow to such as have aught. TUSSER-Points of Husurfery. Instructions to

Huswifery. VIII. P. 243. (1561) 14 I read within a poet's book

A word that started the page, "Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage."

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Yet Heav'n, that made me honest, made me Than ever king did, when he made a lord. NICHOLAS ROWE-Jane Shore. Act II. Sc. 1.

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HONEYSUCKLE

Lonicera
Around in silent grandeur stood
The stately children of the wood;
Maple and elm and towering pine
Mantled in folds of dark woodbine.

JULIA C. R. DORR–At the Gate.
I sat me down to watch upon a bank
With ivy canopied and interwove
With flaunting honeysuckle.

MILTON--Comus. L. 543.
I plucked a honeysuckle where
The hedge on high is quick with thorn,

And climbing for the prize, was torn, And fouled my feet in quag-water;

And by the thorns and by the wind

The blossom that I took was thinn'd, And yet I found it sweet and fair.

D. G. ROSSETTI—The Honeysuckle.

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Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 178. "Two Thousand" in Folio “ten" in quartos.)

What's the news? None, my lord, but that the world's grown

honest.
Then is doomsday near.

Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 240.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,
For I am arm's so strong in honesty
That they pass by me as the idle wind,

Which I respect not.
Julius Cæsar. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 66.

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Take note, take note, O world,
To be direct and honest is not safe.

Othello. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 378.

And honeysuckle loved to crawl
Up the low crag and ruin'd wall.
SCOTT—Marmion. Canto III. Introduction

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And bid her steal into the pleached bower,
Where honeysuckles, ripen'd by the sun,
Forbid the sun to enter, like favorites,
Made proud by princes, that advance their pride
Against that power that bred it.
Much Ado About Nothing. Act III. Sc. 1.
L. 7.

HONOR Better to die ten thousand deaths, Than wound my honour.

ADDISON-Cato. Act I. Sc. 4.

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An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.

Richard III. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 358.

9 At many times I brought in my accounts, Laid them before you; you would throw them off, And say, you found them in mine honesty.

Timon of Athens. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 142. 10

I hope I shall always possess firmness and virtue enough to maintain what I consider the most enviable of all titles, the character of an “Honest Man."

GEORGE WASHINGTON—Moral Maxims.

Content thyself to be obscurely good.
When vice prevails and impious men bear sway,
The post of honor is a private station.

ADDISON-Cato. Act IV. Sc. 4.
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The sense of honour is of so fine and delicate a nature, that it is only to be met with in minds which are naturally noble, or in such as have been cultivated by good examples, or a refined education.

ADDISON-The Guardian. No. 161.

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Let us raise a standard to which the wise and honest can repair; the rest is in the hands of God. WASHINGTON-Speech to the Constitutional

Convention. (1787) 12 Were there no heaven nor hell I should be honest. JOHN WEBSTER-Duchess of Malf. Act I.

Sc. I. 13

“Honesty is the best policy,” but he who acts on that principle is not an honest man. ARCHBISHOP WHATELYThoughts and Apothegms. Pt. II. Ch. XVIII. Pious Frauds.

(See also CERVANTES) 14 How happy is he born and taught

That serveth not another's will;
Whose armour is his honest thought,

And simple truth his utmost skill.
SIR HENRY WOTTONThe Character of a

Happy Life.

Turpe quid ausurus, te sine teste time.

When about to commit a base deed, respect thyself, though there is no witness. AUSONIUS-Septem Sapientum

Sententiæ Septenis Veribus Explicatæ. III. 7. 24

The best memorial for a mighty man is to gain honor ere death.

Beowulf. VII.

25 L'honneur est comme une fle escarpée et sans

bords; On n'y peut plus rentrer dès qu'on en est dehors.

Honor is like an island, rugged and without shores; we can never re-enter it once we are on the outside. BOILEAU-Satires. X. 167.

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