Art and power will go on as they have done,--will make day out of night, time out of space, and space out of time. b.

EMERSON-Society and Solitude.
Work and Days.

Take life too seriously, and what is it worth? If the morning wake us to no new joys, if the evening bring us not the hope of new pleasures, is it worth while to dress and undress? Does the sun shine on me to-day that I may reflect on yesterday? That I may endeavour to foresee and to control what can neither be foreseen nor controlled--the destiny of to-morrow?

I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness:

And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting.

m.

Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 2.

Think you I bear the shears of destiny? Have I commandment on the pulse of life? n. King John. Act IV. Sc. 2.

The son of mystery;

And since God suffers him to be,

He, too is God's minister,

And labors for some good

By us not understood.

S. LONGFELLOW--Christus.

The Golden Legend. Epilogue.

Hope elevates, and joy Brightens his crest. MILTON-Paradise Lost. Bk. IX. Line 633.

U.

Incens'd with indignation Satan stood Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd, That fires the length of Ophiucus huge In th'arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war.

V.

MILTON-Paradise Lost. Bk. II. Line 707.