In this awfully stupendous manner, at which Reason stands aghast, and Faith herself is half confounded, was the grace of God to man at length manifested.

RICHARD HURD (1720-1808): Sermons. Vol. ii. p. 287.

There is such a choice of difficulties that I am myself at a loss how to determine.

JAMES WOLFE (1726-1759): Despatch to Pitt, Sept. 2, 1759.

Kathleen mavourneen! the grey dawn is breaking,
The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill.

ANNE CRAWFORD (1734–1801): Kathleen Mavourneen.

Who can refute a sneer?

WILLIAM PALEY (1743-1805): Moral Philosophy. Vol. ii.
Book v. Chap. 9.

Why should the Devil have all the good tunes?

ROWLAND HILL (1744-1833).

Ho! why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Grey?
And why does thy nose look so blue?

THOMAS HOLCROFT (1745-1809): Gaffer Grey.

Millions for defence, but not one cent for tribute. CHARLES COTESWORTH PINCKNEY (1746-1825), - when Ambassador to the French Republic, 1796.

And ye sall walk in silk attire,

And siller hae to spare,

SUSANNA BLAMIRE (1747-1794): The Siller Croun.

A glass is good, and a lass is good,

And a pipe to smoke in cold weather;

The world is good, and the people are good,

And we 're all good fellows together.

JOHN O'KEEFE (1747-1833): Sprigs of Laurel. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The moon had climb'd the highest hill
Which rises o'er the source of Dee,

And from the eastern summit shed
Her silver light on tower and tree.

JOHN LOWE (1750--): Mary's Dream.

Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,

The queen of the world and child of the skies!
Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold,
While ages on ages thy splendors unfold.

TIMOTHY DWIGHT (1752-1817): Columbia.

Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing,
Hope, and comfort from above;
Let us each, thy peace possessing,
Triumph in redeeming love.

ROBERT HAWKER (1753-1827): Benediction.

Roy's wife of Aldivalloch,
Wat ye how she cheated me,

As I came o'er the braes of Balloch?

ANNE GRANT (1755-1838): Roy's Wife.

Bounding billows, cease your motion,
Bear me not so swiftly o'er.

MARY ROBINSON (1758–1799): Bounding Billows.

While Thee I seek, protecting Power,

Be my vain wishes stilled;

And may this consecrated hour

With better hopes be filled.

HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS (1762-1827): Trust in Providence.

The glory dies not, and the grief is past.

SAMUEL EGERton Brydges (1762-1837): Sonnet on the
Death of Sir Walter Scott.

Oh swiftly glides the bonnie boat,

Just parted from the shore,

And to the fisher's chorus-note

Soft moves the dipping oar.

JOANNA BAILLIE (1762-1857): Oh swiftly glides the Bonnie Boat.

'T was whisper'd in heaven, 't was mutter'd in hell,
And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell;
On the confines of earth 't was permitted to rest,
And the depths of the ocean its presence confess'd.

CATHERINE M. FANSHAWE (1764-1834): Enigma. The letter H.

Oh, it's a snug little island!

A right little, tight little island.

THOMAS DIBDIN (1771-1841): The snug little Island.

And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves,

While the earth bears a plant or the sea rolls its waves. ROBERT TREAT PAINE (1772-1811): Adams and Liberty.

They [the blacks] had no rights which the white man was bound to respect.

ROGER B. TANEY (1777-1864): The Dred Scott Case (Howard,
Rep. 19, p. 407).

To make a mountain of a mole-hill.

HENRY ELLIS (1777-1869): Original Letters. Second
Series, p. 312.

March to the battle-field,

The foe is now before us; Each heart is Freedom's shield,

And heaven is shining o'er us.

B. E. O'MEARA (1778-1836): March to the Battle-Field.

Our country! In her intercourse with foreign nations may she always be in the right; but our country, right

or wrong.

STEPHEN DECATUR (1779-1820): Toast given at Norfolk,
April, 1816.

Here shall the Press the People's right maintain,
Unaw'd by influence and unbrib'd by gain;
Here patriot Truth her glorious precepts draw,
Pledg'd to Religion, Liberty, and Law.

JOSEPHI STORY (1779-1845); Motto of the " Salem Register."
(Life of Story, Vol. i. p. 127.)

Let there be no inscription upon my tomb; let no man write my epitaph: no man can write my epitaph.

ROBERT EMMET (1780-1803): Speech on his Trial and Conviction for High Treason, September, 1803.

Imitation is the sincerest flattery.

C. C. COLTON (1780-1832): The Lacon.

Behold how brightly breaks the morning!
Though bleak our lot, our hearts are warm.

JAMES KENNEY (1780-1849): Behold how brightly breaks.

Unthinking, idle, wild, and young,

I laugh'd and danc'd and talk'd and sung.

PRINCESS AMELIA (1783-1810).

A sound so fine, there's nothing lives.

'Twixt it and silence.

JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES (1784-1862): Virginius, Act v. Sc. 2.

We have met the enemy, and they are ours.

OLIVER H. PERRY (1785-1820): Letter to General Harrison (dated "United States Brig Niagara. Off the Western Sisters. Sept. 10, 1813, 4 P. M.").

Not she with trait'rous kiss her Saviour stung,
Not she denied him with unholy tongue;
She, while apostles shrank, could danger brave,
Last at his cross and earliest at his grave.

EATON S. BARRETT (1785-1820): Woman, Part i. (ed. 1822).

They see nothing wrong in the rule that to the victors belong the spoils of the enemy.

WILLIAM L. MARCY (1786-1857): Speech in the United States
Senate, January, 1832.

Say to the seceded States, "Wayward sisters, depart in peace."

WINFIELD SCOTT (1786-1861): Letter to W. H. Seward,
March 3, 1861.

Rock'd in the cradle of the deep,

I lay me down in peace to sleep.

EMMA WILLARD (1787-1870): The Cradle of the Deep.

Right as a trivet.

R. H. BARHAM (1788-1845) The Ingoldsby Legends. Auto-da-fe.

My life is like the summer rose

That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close

Is scattered on the ground

to die.

RICHARD HENRY WILDE (1789-1847): My Life is like the
Summer Rose.

Grand, gloomy, and peculiar, he sat upon the throne. a sceptred hermit, wrapped in the solitude of his own. originality.

CHARLES PHILLIPS (1789-1859): The Character of Napoleon.

Rise up, rise up, Xarifa! lay your golden cushion down; Rise up! come to the window, and gaze with all the town. JOHN G LOCKHART (1794-1854): The Bridal of Andalla.

By the margin of fair Zurich's waters.

Dwelt a youth, whose fond heart, night and day, For the fairest of fair Zurich's daughters

In a dream of love melted away.

CHARLES DANCE (1794-1863): Fair Zurich's Waters.

I saw two clouds at morning

Tinged by the rising sun,

And in the dawn they floated on

And mingled into one.

JOHN G. C. BRAINARD (1795-1828): I saw Two Clouds at Morning.

On thy fair bosom, silver lake,

The wild swan spreads his snowy sail,

And round his breast the ripples break
As down he bears before the gale.

JAMES G. PERCIVAL (1795-1856): To Seneca Lake.

What fairy-like music steals over the sea,
Entrancing our senses with charmed melody?

MRS. C. B. WILSON (—-1846): What Fairy-like Music.

Her very frowns are fairer far

Than smiles of other maidens are.

HARTLEY COLERIDGE (1796-1849): She is not Fair.