UTTERLY disapprove of the common prac

tice of adopting references after verifying them, without naming the source whence they are taken; and, tedious as the double reference is, I never allow myself to dispense with it. When I cite a passage simply, I have found it out myself. He who does otherwise assumes the appearance of more extensive reading than belongs to him. Others may be less strict: nor should I blame them for it, if I can imagine that, it is really altogether indifferent to them whether they are believed to have engaged in more profound researches than they have done; or if, like some persons, they supposed it taken for granted that references are mostly borrowed. -NIEBUHR, Selected Letters, by the Rev. T. Chamberlain.

N the lowest chamber there is a romance, if we knew all hearts.- RAHEL VARNHAGEN, Quarterly Review, vol. lxxiii, p. 156.

Cursus est certus ætatis, et una via naturæ, eaque simplex; suaque cuique parti ætatis tempestivitas est data; ut et infirmitas puerorum, et ferocitas juvenum, ut gravitas jam constantis ætatis, et senectutis maturitas, naturale quiddam habeat, quod suo tempore percipi debeat. CICERO, De Senect. x.

The Education and Studies of early years are considered, before the Plan of Life is laid down.

In Childhood the delay of hope is only the prolongation of enjoyment; and through life indeed, hope, if it be of the right kind, is the best food of happiness. The house of Hope,' says Hafiz, 'is built upon a weak foundation.' If it be so, I say, the fault is in the builder: build it upon a rock, and it will stand. — SOUTHEY, The Doctor, Interchap 20.

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The hopes and the dreams of that age of man need not be displayed.—'Youth should be the season,' said my Father, in a letter, 'of hope and joy; not of gloomy anticipations.'- May 1837.

Gay hope is theirs by fancy led,

less pleasing when possess'd; the tear forgot as soon as shed, the sunshine of the breast: theirs buxom health of rosy hue, wild wit, invention ever new,

and lively cheer, of vigor born, the thoughtless day, the easy night, the spirits pure, the slumbers light, that fly th' approach of morn,

GRAY, Prospect of Eton College.

Do what he will, he can not realize

half he conceives; the glorious vision flies. Go where he may, he can not hope to find the truth, the beauty pictur'd in his mind. But if by chance an object strike the sense, the faintest shadow of that Excellence, passions that slept are stirring in his frame; thoughts undefin'd, feelings without a name! And some, not here call'd forth, may slumber on till this vain pageant of a world is gone; lying too deep for things that perish here, waiting for life,— but in a nobler sphere! ROGERS, Human Life.

Has not every Poet his Jacob's ladder, on which Angels mount and descend?- CHARLOTTE STIEGLITZ, Quarterly Review, vol. lxxiii, p. 180.