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PHILADELPHIA They say that the lady from Philadelphia who is staying in town is very wise. Suppose I go ask her what is best to be done.

LUCRETIA P. HALE-Peterkin Papers. Ch. I.

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Gutta cavat lapidem non vi, sed sæpe cadendo.

The drop hollows out the stone not by strength, but by constant falling. Quoted in the Menagiana, 1713. Probably first to use it was RICHARD, MONK OF S. VICTOR; Paris. (Died about 1172. Scotchman by birth.) In his Adnotationes mysticæ in Psalmos he says: "Quid lapide durius, quid aqua mollius?

Verumtamen gutta cavat lapidem non vi sed sæpe cadendo." See MIGNE's Patrologia Latina. Vol. CXCVI. P. 389. Said to be by CHERILUS OF SAMOS, by SIMPLICIUS-Ad Aristot. Physic. Auscult. VIII. 2. P. 429. (Brand's ed.) Same idea in LUCRETIUS I. 314; also in IV. 1282. Trans. of a proverb quoted by GALEN. Vol. VIII. P. 27. Ed. by KÜHN, 1821,

Hail! Philadelphia, tho' Quaker thou be,
The birth-day of medical honors to thee
In this country belongs; 'twas thou caught the

flame,
That crossing the ocean from Englishmen came
And kindled the fires of Wisdom and Knowledge,
Inspired the student, erected a college,
First held a commencement with suitable state,
In the year of our Lord, seventeen sixty-eight.
WM. TODD HELMUTH-The Story of a City

Doctor.

Nec sibi sed toti genitum se credere mundo.

He believed that he was born, not for himself, but for the whole world. LUCAN—Pharsalia. II. 383. 22

To pity distress is but human; to relieve it is Godlike. HORACE MANN—Lectures on Education. Lec

ture VI. 23

Take heed that ye do not your alms before men, to be seen of them.

Matthew. VI. 1.

Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.

GRAY-Elegy in a Country Churchyard. St. 16.

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When thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth.

Matthew. VI. 3.

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Steal the hog, and give the feet for alms.

HERBERT Jacula Prudentum.

11 By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, And what to those we give, to Jove is lent. HOMER-Odyssey. Bk. VI. L. 247. POPE's trans.

It never was our guise To slight the poor, or aught humane despise. HOMER-Odyssey. Bk. XIV. L. 65. POPE's

trans. 13 In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight, And poverty stood smiling in my sight. HOMER-Odyssey. Bk. XVII. L. 505. POPE's

trans. 14 Alas! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun. Ob! it was pitiful!

For his bounty There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas That grew the more by reaping: his delights Were dolphin-like.

Antony and Cleopatra. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 87. For this relief, much thanks: 'tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart.

Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 8.

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O vitæ philosophia dux! O virtutis indagatrix, expultrixque vitiorum! Quid non modo nos, sed omnino vita hominum sine et esse potuisset? Tu urbes peperisti; tu dissipatos homines in societatum vitæ convocasti.

O philosophy, life's guide! O searcher-out of virtue and expeller of vices! What could we and every age of men have been without thee? Thou hast produced cities; thou hast called men scattered about into the social enjoyment of life. CICERO—Tusc. Quæst. Bk. V. 2. 5.

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A tear for pity and a hand Open as day for melting charity.

Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 31.

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The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, That no philosophy can lift.

WORDSWORTH–Presentiments.

As sunbeams stream through liberal space
And nothing jostle or displace,
So waved the pine-tree through my thought
And fanned the dreams it never brought.

EMERSON—Woodnotes. II.

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Like two cathedral towers these stately pines
Uplift their fretted summits tipped with cones;
The arch beneath them is not built with stores,
Not Art but Nature traced these lovely lines,
And carved this graceful arabascue of vines;
No organ but the wind here sighs and inoans,
No sepulchre conceals a martyr's bones,
No marble bishop on his tomb reclires.
Enter the pavement, carpeted with leaves,
Gives back a softened echo to thy tread!
Listen! the choir is singing; all the birds,
In leafy galleries beneath the eaves,
Are singing! listen, ere the sound be fled,
And learn there may be worship without words.

LONGFELLOW-Sonnets. My Cathedral.

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PIGEON Wood-pigeons cooed there, stock-doves nestled

there; My trees were full of songs and flowers and fruit, Their branches spread a city to the air. CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI-From House to Home.

St. 7.

Under the yaller pines I house,

When sunshine makes 'em all sweet-scented, An' hear among their furry boughs

The baskin' west-wind purr contented. LOWELL-The Biglow Papers. Second Series.

No. 10.

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The pine is the mother of legends.

LOWELL—The Growth of a Legend.

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With his mouth full of news
Which

he will put on us, as pigeons feed their

young. As You Like It. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 98.

To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves, Of pine.

MILTON—Il Penseroso. L. 133.

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Thou pigeon-egg of discretion.

Love's Labour's Lost. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 75.

Here also grew the rougher rinded pine, The great Argoan ship's brave ornament.

SPENSER—Virgil's Gnat. L. 209.

This fellow pecks up wit as pigeons pease.

Love's Labour's Lost. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 315.

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Ancient Pines, Ye bear no record of the years of man. Spring is your sole historian.

BAYARD TAYLOR—The Pine Forest of Monterey.

'Tis a bird I love, with its brooding note,
And the trembling throb in its mottled throat;
There's a human look in its swelling breast,
And the gentle curve of its lowly crest;
And I often stop with the fear I feel
He runs so close to the rapid wheel.

WILLIS—The Belfry Pigeon.