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Where scattered wild the Lily of the Vale
Its balmy essence breathes.
THOMSONThe Seasons. Spring. L. 445.

And leaves of that shy plant, (Her flowers were shed) the lily of the vale. That loves the ground, and from the sun with

holds Her pensive beauty, from the breeze her sweets. WORDSWORTH-The Excursion. Bk. LX. L.




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How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily. Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 15

Like the lily, That once was mistress of the field and flourish'd, I'll hang my head and perish.

Henry Vill. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 151.
And the wand-like lily which lifted up,
As a Manad, its moonlight-coloured cup,
Till the fiery star, which is its eye,
Gazed through clear dew on the tender sky.

SHELLEYThe Sensitive Plant. Pt. I.

10 “Thou wert not, Solomon! in all thy glory

Array'd,” the lilies cry, “in robes like ours;
How vain your grandeur! Ah, how transitory

Are human flowers!"
HORACE SMITH-Hymn to the Flowers. St. 10.

But who will watch my lilies,

When their blossoms open white?
By day the sun shall be sentry,
And the moon and the stars by night!
BAYARD TAYLORThe Poets' Journal. The

Garden of Roses. St. 14.
But lilies, stolen from grassy mold,
No more curled state unfold,
Translated to a vase of gold;
In burning throne though they keep still
Serenities unthawed and chill.

FRANCIS THOMPSON–Gilded Gold. St. 1.

13 Yet in that bulb, those sapless scales,

The lily wraps her silver vest,
Till vernal suns and vernal gales

Shall kiss once more her fragrant breast.
Mary TIGHEThe Lily.

21 Some opulent force of genius, soul, and race, Some deep life-current from far centuries Flowed to his mind and lighted his sad eyes, And gave his name, among great names, high

place. JOEL BENTONAnother Washington. (Lin



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If so men's memories not a monument be,
None shalt thou have. Warm hearts, and not

cold stone,
Must mark thy grave, or thou shalt lie, un-

known. Marbles keep not themselves; how then, keep


0, Uncommon Commoner! may your name
Forever lead like a living flame!
Unschooled scholar! how did you learn
The wisdom a lifetime may not earn?
Unsainted martyr! higher than saint!
You were a man with a man's constraint.
In the world, of the world was your lot;
With it and for it the fight you fought,
And never till Time is itself forgot
And the heart of man is a pulseless clot
Shall the blood flow slow, when we think the

Of Lincoln!

A martyr to the cause of man,

His blood is freedom's eucharist,
And in the world's great hero list
His name shall lead the van.

CHARLES G. HALPIN-Death of Lincoln.
When Lincoln died, hate died-
And anger, came to North and South
When Lincoln died.

W.J. LAMPTON--Lincoln.

That nation has not lived in vain which has given the world Washington and Lincoln, the best great men and the greatest good men whom history can show. * You cry out in the words of Bunyan, "So Vaiant-for-Truth passed over, and all the trumpets sounded for him on the other side.” HENRY CABOT LODGE-Lincoln. Address be

fore the Mass. Legislature, Feb. 12, 1909.
Nature, they say, doth dote,
And cannot make a man
Save on some worn-out plan

Repeating us by rote:
For him her Old World moulds aside she threw
And, choosing sweet clay from the breast

Of the unexhausted West,
With stuff untainted shaped a hero new.

LOWELL-A Hero New.
When the Norn-mother saw the Whirlwind Hour,
Greatening and darkening as it hurried on,
She bent the strenuous Heavens and came down
To make a man to meet the mortal need.
She took the tried clay of the common road-
Clay warm yet with the genial heat of Earth,
Dashed through it all a strain of prophecy;
Then mixed a laughter with the serious stuff.
It was a stuff to wear for centuries,
A man that matched the mountains, and com-

pelled The stars to look our way and honor us. EDWIN MARKHAM-Lincoln, The Man of the


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But, for my own part, it was Greek to me.

Julius Cæsar. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 287.


Speaks three or four languages word for word without a book.

Twelfth Night. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 28.


For though to smatter ends of Greek
Or Latin be the rhetoric
Of pedants counted, and vain-glorious,
To smatter French is meritorious.
BUTLER-Remains in Verse and Prose. Satire.

Upon Our Ridiculous Imitation of the French.
Line 127. A Greek proverb condemns the

man of two tongues.
I love the language, that soft bastard Latin,
Which melts like kisses from a female mouth.
BYRON-Beppo. St. 44.

* Philologists, who chase
A panting syllable through time and space
Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark,
To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noah's Ark.

COWPER— Retirement. L. 691.

21 By your own report A linguist.

Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 56. 22

Egad, I think the interpreter is the hardest to be understood of the two!

R. B. SHERIDANThe Critic. Act I. Sc. 2.

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LINNET Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat? Loves of his own, and raptures swell the note.

POPE--Essay on Man. Ep. III. L. 33

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we love manuscripts better than florins, and we LION

prefer small pamphlets to war horses. The lion is not so fierce as they paint him.

ISAAC D'ISRAELI-Curiosities of Literature. HERBERT Jacula Prudentum.

Pamphlets. 2 Noli

Time the great destroyer of other men's hapBarbam vellere mortuo leoni.

piness, only enlarges the patrimony of literature Do not pluck the beard of a dead lion.

to its possessor. MARTIAL-Epigrams. Bk. X. 90.

ISAAC D'ISRAELI-Literary Character of Men

of Genius. Ch. XXII. They rejoice Each with their kind, lion with lioness,

Literature is an avenue to glory, ever open for So fitly them in pairs thou hast combined. those ingenious men who are deprived of honours MILTONParadise Lost. Bk. VII. L. 392. or of wealth.

ISAAC D'ISRAELI--Literary Character of Men Rouse the lion from his lair.

of Genius, Ch. XXIV. SCOTT—The Talisman. Heading of Ch. VI.

Republic of letters. 5

HENRY FIELDINGTom Jones. Bk. XIV. The man that once did sell the lion's skin

Ch. I. While the beast lived, was killed with hunting

(See also MOLIÈRE) him. Henry V. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 93.

Our poetry in the eighteenth century was prose; our prose in the seventeenth, poetry.

J. C. AND A. W. HARE-Guesses at Truth. LIPS (See MOUTH)


The death of Dr. Hudson is a loss to the reLISTENING (See also HEARING)

publick of letters. But yet she listen'd—'tis enough

WILLIAM KING-Letter. Jan. 7, 1719. Same Who listens once will listen twice;

phrase occurs in the Spectator. Common

wealth of letters is used by ADDISON-SpecHer heart, be sure, is not of ice, And one refusal no rebuff.

tator. No. 529. Nov. 6, 1712.

(See also MOLIÈRE) BYRON—Mazeppa. St. 6.

A man of the world amongst men He holds him with his glittering eye

of letters, a man of letters amongst men of the

world. And listens like a three years' child.

MACAULAY-On Sir William Temple. COLERIDGEThe Ancient Mariner. Pt. I. St. 4. Last line claimed by Wordsworth.

La république des lettres. See note to his We are Seven.

The republic of letters.

MOLIÈRE—Le Mariage forcé. Sc. 6. (1664) Listen, every one

(See also FIELDING) That listen may, unto a tale That's merrier than the nightingale.

There is first the literature of knowledge, and LONGFELLOW-Tales of a Wayside Inn. Pt.

secondly, the literature of power. The function III. The Sicilian's Tale. Interlude Before

of the first is—to teach; the function of the second the Monk of Casal-Maggiore.

is—to move, the first is a rudder, the second an oar or a sail

. The first speaks to the mere disIn listening mood she seemed to stand,

cursive understanding; the second speaks ulThe guardian Naiad of the strand.

timately, it may happen, to the higher underScorT-The Lady of the Lake. Canto I. St. 17. standing or reason, but always through affections 10

of pleasure and sympathy. And this cuff was but to knock at your ear,

THOMAS DE QUINCEY-Essays on the Poets. and beseech listening.

Alexander Pope. Taming of the Shrew. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 66.

La mode d'aimer Racine passera comme la LITERATURE (See also AUTHORSHIP, BOOKS)

mode du café.

The fashion of liking Racine will pass away

like that of coffee. Literature is the thought of thinking Souls.

MME. DE SÉVIGNÉ—According to VOLTAIRE, CARLYLE—Essays. Memoirs of the

Life of Scott. Letters, Jan. 29, 1690, who connected two

remarks of hers to make the phrase; one Literary Men are a perpetual priesthood. from a letter March 16, 1679, the other, CARLYLE-Essays. State of German Literature. March 10, 1672. LA HARPE reduced the 13

mot to "Racine passera comme le café." I made a compact with myself that in my person literature should stand by itself, of itself, We cultivate literature on a little oat-meal. and for itself.

SYDNEY SMITH-Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. DICKENS. Speech at Liverpool Banquet, 1869. I. P. 23.

(See also LINCOLN under GOVERNMENT) 14

The great Cham of literature. (Samuel Johnson.) But, indeed, we prefer books to pounds; and ŠMOLLETT–Letter to Wilkes, March 16, 1759.



















If the parks be “the lungs of London" we Ne sait on pas où viennent ces gondoles wonder what Greenwich Fair is a periodical Parisiennes?

breaking out, we suppose a sort of spring rash. Does anyone know where these gondolas of DICKENS— Greenwich Fair. Paris came from?

(See also WINDHAM) BALZACPhysiologie du Mariage. (1827) N.Q. S. 5. IV. 499. V. 195.

London is a roost for every bird.

BENJ. DISRAELI-Lothair. Ch. XI. Go, call a coach, and let a coach be called;

15 And let the man who calleth be the caller; And in the calling, let him nothing call,

London is the epitome of our times, and the

Rome of to-day.
But coach! coach! coach! O for a coach, ye gods!
HENRY CAREY-Chrononhotonthologos. Act II.

EMERSON-Ěnglish Traits. Result.
Sc. 4. L. 46.

He was born within the sound of Bow-bell. The gondola of London (a hansom).

WILSON in Three Paths, claims to have

London! the needy villain's general home, originated the phrase. (1759)

The common sewer of Paris and of Rome! Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness.

With eager thirst, by folly or by fate,

Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state. Cymbeline. Act III. Sc. 5. L. 23.

Come, my coach! Good-night, ladies.
Hamlet. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 72.

Then in town let me live, and in town let me die

For I own I can't relish the country, not I. Many carriages he hath dispatched.

If I must have a villa in summer to dwell, King John. Act V. Sc. 7. L. 90.

Oh give me the sweet shady side of Pall Mall.

When I am in my coach, which stays for us
At the park gate.

The way was long and weary,
Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 82.

But gallantly they strode, “There beauty half her glory veils,

A country lad and lassie, In cabs, those gondolas on wheels."

Along the heavy road. Said to be taken from May Fair, a satire pub.

The night was dark and stormy,

But blithe of heart were they, 1827.

For shining in the distance

The lights of London lay.

O gleaming lights of London, that gem of the As I came down the Highgate Hill,

city's crown; The Highgate Hill, the Highgate Hill,

What fortunes be within you, O Lights of London As I came down the Highgate Hill

Town! I met the sun's bravado,

GEORGE R. SIMs. Song in Lights of London. And saw below me, fold on fold, Grey to pearl and pearl to gold, This London like a land of old,

The lungs of London. (Parks) The land of Eldorado.

WINDHAM. Debate in House of Commons HENRY BASHFORDRomances.

June 30, 1808, attributes it to LORD CHAT10

(See also DICKENS) Veni Gotham, ubi multos, Si non omnes, vidi stultos.

LOSS I came to Gotham, where I saw many who were fools, if not all.

Losers must have leave to speak. RICHARD BRATHWAIT-Drunken Barnaby's

COLLEY CIBBER-The Rival Fools. Act I. L. Journal.











A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye

Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns. Could reach, with here and there a sail just COWPER-Conversation. L. 357. Referring to skipping

the story told by PANCIROLLUS and others, In sight, then lost amidst the forestry

of the lamp which burned for fifteen hundred Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping

years in the tomb of TULLIA, daughter of On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy;

CICERO. A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown

(See also BUTLER Under LOVE) On a fool's head and there is London Town. BYRON-Don Juan. Canto X. St. 82.

For 'tis a truth well known to most,

That whatsoever thing is lost, London is the clearing-house of the world. We seek it, ere it comes to light, Jos. CHAMBERLAIN-Speech, Guildhall, Lon In every cranny but the right. don. Jan. 19, 1904.

CowPER--The Retired Cat. L. 95.



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