For they say there's a Providence sits up aloft To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.

CHARLES DIBDEN—Poor Jack.

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There's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft, To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.

CHARLES DIBDEN-Poor Jack.

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Skill'd in the globe and sphere, he gravely stands, And, with his compass, measures seas and lands.

DRYDEN—Sixth Satire of Juvenal. L. 760.

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Such blessings Nature pours, O'erstock'd mankind enjoy but half her stores. In distant wilds, by human eyes unseen, She rears her flowers, and spreads her velvet

green; Pure gurgling rills the lonely desert trace And waste their music on the savage race.

YOUNG-Love of Fame. Satire V. L. 232.

(See also CHAMBERLAYNE under OBSCURITY) Nothing in Nature, much less conscious being, Was e'er created solely for itself.

YOUNG—Night Thoughts. Night IX. L. 711. The course of nature governs all! The course of nature is the heart of God. The miracles thou call'st for, this attest; For say, could nature nature's course control? But, miracles apart, who sees Him not? YOUNGNight Thoughts. Night IX. L. 1,280.

(See also BROWNE)

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Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold

And the mate of the Nancy brig,
And a bo'sun tight and a midshipmite

And the crew of the captain's gig.
W. S. GILBERT~Yarn of the "Nancy Bell.”

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Thus, I steer my bark, and sail
On even keel, with gentle gale.

MATTHEW GREEN—Spleen. L. 814.

2 Though pleas'd to see the dolphins play, I mind my compass and my way.

MATTHEW GREEN_Spleen. L. 826.

3 What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore, Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd

before. HERRICK—Safety on the Shore.

Well, then our course is chosen-spread the

sail Heave oft the lead, and mark the soundings

wellLook to the helm, good master-many a shoal Marks this stern coast, and rocks, where sits the

Siren Who, like ambition, lures men to their ruin. SCOTT-Kenilworth. Ch. XVII. Verses at

head of Chapter.

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Merrily, merrily goes the bark

On a breeze from the northward free,
So shoots through the morning sky the lark,

Or the swan through the summer sea.
SCOTT-Lord of the Isles. Canto IV. St. 10.

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Upon the gale she stoop'd her side,
And bounded o'er the swelling tide,

As she were dancing home;
The merry seamen laugh'd to see
Their gallant ship so lustily

Furrow the green sea-foam.
SCOTT—Marmion. Canto II. St. 1.

Behold the threaden sails,
Borne with the invisible and creeping wind,
Draw the huge bottomes through the furrow'd

sea, Breasting the lofty surge.

Henry V. Act III. Chorus. L. 10.

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Ye who dwell at home,
Ye do not know the terrors of the main.
SOUTHEY—Madoc in Wales. Pt. IV.

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Yet the best pilots have need of mariners, besides sails, anchor and other tackle. BEN JONSON—Discoveries. Illiteratus Prin

ceps.
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- They write here one Cornelius

Son
Hath made the Hollanders an invisible eel
To swim the haven at Dunkirk, and sink all
The shipping there.
-But how is't done?

- I'll show you, sir.
It is automa, runs under water
With a sus nose, and has a nimble tail
Made like an auger, with which tail she wriggles
Betwixt the costs of a ship and sinks it straight.

BEN JONSON—Staple of News. Act III. Sc. 1.

6 Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free.

CHARLES MACKAY—Some Love to Roam.

7 Thus far we run before the wind. ARTHUR MURPHY—The Apprentice. Act I.

Sc. 1. L. 344. 8 Nos fragili vastum ligno sulcavimus æquor.

We have ploughed the vast ocean in a fragile bark.

OVID-Epistolæ ex Pont. I. 14. 35. Ye gentlemen of England

That live at home at ease,
Ah! little do you think upon

The dangers of the seas.
MARTYN PARKER-Ye Gentlemen of England.

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A strong nor'wester's blowing, Bill!

Hark! don't ye hear it roar now? Lord help 'em, how I pities them Unhappy folks on sħore now! The Sailor's Consolation. Attributed to BILLY

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And that all seas are made calme and still with oile; and therefore the Divers under the water doe spirt and sprinkle it aboard with their mouthes because it dulceth and allaieth the unpleasant nature thereof, and carrieth a light with it. PLINY-Natural History. Bk. II. Ch. CIII. HOLLAND's trans.

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Why does pouring Oil on the Sea make it Clear and Calm? Is it for that the winds, slipping the smooth oil, have no force, nor cause any waves? PLUTARCH-Morals. Natural Questions. XII.

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NEGLECT A wise and salutary neglect. BURKE-Speech on the Conciliation of America.

Vol. II. P. 117. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace: Robes loosely flowing, hair as free; Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart. BEN JONSON—The Silent Woman. Act I. Sc. 1.

(See also DENBO under BOOKS) His noble negligences teach What others' toils despair to reach.

PRIOR-Alma. Canto II. L. 7.

make up the civic body. There arose the breath of gaiety unrestrained, of love, of hate, of all the passions that man can know. There below him lay all things, good or bad, that can be brought from the four corners of the earth to instructt please, thrill, enrich, elevate, cast down, nurture or kill. Thus the flavor of it came up to him and went into his blood.

O. HENRY—The Duel. In Strictly Business.

Well, little old Noisyville-on-the-Subway is good enough for me

Me for it from the rathskellers up. Sixth Avenue is the West now to me.

O. HENRY—The Duel. In Strictly Business.

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“If you don't mind me asking," came the belllike tones of the Golden Diana, "I'd like to know where you got that City Hall brogue. I did not know that Liberty was necessarily Irish." "If ye'd studied the history of art in its foreign complications, ye'd not need to ask,” replied Mrs. Liberty, "If ye wasn't so light and giddy ye'd know that I was made by a Dago and presented to the American people on behalf of the French Government for the purpose of welcomin' Irish immigrants into the Dutch city of New York. 'Tis that I've been doing night and day since I was erected." Ó. HENRY—The Lady Higher Up. In Sixes

and Sevens.

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NEW YORK CITY Stream of the living world

Where dash the billows of strife! One plunge in the mighty torrent

Is a year of tamer life! City of glorious days,

Of hope, and labour and mirth,
With room and to spare, on thy splendid bays

For the ships of all the earth!
R. W. GILDER—The City.
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Silent, grim, colossal, the Big City has ever stood against its revilers. They call it hard as iron; they say that nothing of pity beats in its bosom; they compare its streets with lonely forests and deserts of lava. But beneath the hard crust of the lobster is found a delectable and luscious food. Perhaps a different simile would have been wiser. Still nobody should take offence. We would call nobody a lobster with good and sufficient claws.

O. HENRY–Between Rounds. In Four Million.

New York is the Caoutchouc City. They have the furor rubberendi. 0. HENRY-Comedy in Rubber. In The Voice

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In dress, habits, manners, provincialism, routine and narrowness, he acquired that charming insolence, that irritating completeness, that sophisticated crassness, that overbalanced poise that makes the Manhattan gentleman so delightfully small in his greatness. O. HENRY—Defeat of the City. In The Voice of

the City. Far below and around lay the city like a ragged purple dream. The irregular houses were like the broken exteriors of cliffs lining deep gulches and winding streams. Some were mountainous; some lay in long, monotonous rows like, the basalt precipices hanging over desert cañons. Such was the background of the wonderful, cruel, enchanting, bewildering, fatal, great city. But into this background were cut myriads of brilliant parallelograms and circles and squares through which glowed many colored lights. And out of the violet and purple depths ascended like the city's soul, sounds and odors and thrills that

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GEORGE WASHINGTON, with his right arm upraised, sits his iron horse at the lower corner of Union Square * Should the General raise his left hand as he has raised his right, it would point to a quarter of the city that forms a haven for the oppressed and suppressed of foreign lands. In the cause of national or personal freedom they have found refuge here, and the patriot who made it for them sits his steed, overlooking their district, while he listens through his left ear to vaudeville that caricatures the posterity of his protégés. 0. HENRY-A Philistine in Bohemia. In

Voice of the City. If there ever was an aviary overstocked with jays it is that Yaptown-on-the-Hudson, called New York. Cosmopolitan they call it, you bet. So's a piece of fly-paper. You listen close when they're buzzing and trying to pull their feet out of the sticky stuff. "Little old New York's good enough for us”—that's what they sing. O. HENRY-A Tempered Wind. In The Gentle

Grafter. You'd think New York people was all wise; but no, they can't get a chance to learn. Every thing's too compressed. Even the hay-seeds are bailed hayseeds. But what else can you expect from a town that's shut off from the world by the ocean on one side and New Jersey on the other? O. HENRY-A Tempered Wind. In The Gentle

Grafter. Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame. With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

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