That very law which moulds a tear Go! you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away! To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.1 On a Tear. To Postum. Epigram. JOHN FERRIAR. 1764-1815. The princeps copy, clad in blue and gold. Illustrations of Sterne. Bibliomania. Line 6. Now cheaply bought for thrice their weight in gold. Line 65. Torn from their destined page (unworthy meed Line 121. How pure the joy, when first my hands unfold Line 137 ANN RADCLIFFE. 1764-1823. Fate sits on these dark battlements and frowns, A voice in hollow murmurs through the courts 1 See Waller, page 221. 2 These lines form the motto to Mrs. Radcliffe's novel, "The Mysteries of Udolpho," and are presumably of her own composition. ROBERT HALL. 1764-1831. His [Burke'sj imperial fancy has laid all Nature under tribute, and has collected riches from every scene of the creation and every walk of art. Apology for the Freedom of the Press. He [Kippis] might be a very clever man by nature for aught I know, but he laid so many books upon his head that his brains could not move. Gregory's Life of Hall Call things by their right names. . . . Glass of brandy and water! That is the current but not the appropri ate name: ask for a glass of liquid fire and distilled damnation.1 THOMAS MORTON. 1764-1838. Ibid. What will Mrs. Grundy say? Speed the Plough. Acti. Sc. 1. Push on, keep moving. A Cure for the Heartache. Act ii. Sc. 1. Approbation from Sir Hubert Stanley is praise indeed. Act v. Sc. 2. SIR JAMES MACKINTOSH. 1765-1832. Diffused knowledge immortalizes itself. Vindicia Gallica. The Commons, faithful to their system, remained in a wise and masterly inactivity. Disciplined inaction. Ibid. Causes of the Revolution of 1688. Chap. vii. The frivolous work of polished idleness. Dissertation on Ethical Philosophy. Remarks on Thomas Brown. 1 See Tourneur, page 34. - He calls drunkenness an expression identical with ruin.. DIOGENES LAERTIUS: Pythagoras, vi. LADY NAIRNE. 1766-1845. There's nae sorrow there, John, There's neither cauld nor care, John, In the land o' the leal. Gude nicht, and joy be wi' you a'. The Land o' the Leal. Oh, we're a' noddin', nid, nid, noddin'; Gude Nicht, etc.1 We're a' Noddin'. A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree. The Laird o' Cockpen. ANDREW JACKSON. 1767-1845. Our Federal Union: it must be preserved. Toast given on the Jefferson Birthday Celebration in 1830. You are uneasy; you never sailed with me before, I see.2. Life of Jackson (Parton). Vol. iii. p. 493. JOHN QUINCY ADAMS. 1767-1848. Think of your forefathers! Think of your posterity! Speech at Plymouth, Dec. 22, 1802. In charity to all mankind, bearing no malice or ill-will to any human being, and even compassionating those who hold in bondage their fellow-men, not knowing what they do. Letter to A. Bronson. July 30, 1838. 1 Sir Alexander Boswell composed a version of this song. 2 A remark made to an elderly gentleman who was sailing with Jackson down Chesapeake Bay in an old steamboat, and who exhibited a little fear. 8 Et majores vestros et posteros cogitate. - TACITUS: Agricola, c. 32. 31. 4 With malice towards none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right. - ABRAHAM LINCOLN: Second Inaugural Address. This hand, to tyrants ever sworn the foe, Written in an Album, 1842. This is the last of earth! I am content. His Last Words, Feb. 21, 1848. DAVID EVERETT. 1769-1813. You'd scarce expect one of my age Don't view me with a critic's eye, But pass my imperfections by. Large streams from little fountains flow, Tall oaks from little acorns grow. Lines written for a School Declamation. SYDNEY SMITH. 1769-1845. It requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a Scotch understanding. Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 15. That knuckle-end of England, — that land of Calvin, oat-cakes, and sulphur. No one minds what Jeffrey says: P. 17. it is not more than a week ago that I heard him speak disrespectfully of the equator. 1 See Sidney, page 264. Ibid. 2 The lofty oak from a small acorn grows.-LEWIS DUNCOMBE (17111730): De Minimis Maxima (translation). 8 See Walpole, page 389. We cultivate literature on a little oatmeal.1 Memoir. Vol. i. p. 23. Truth is its [justice's] handmaid, freedom is its child, peace is its companion, safety walks in its steps, victory follows in its train; it is the brightest emanation from the Gospel; it is the attribute of God. P. 29. It is always right that a man should be able to render a reason for the faith that is within him. P. 53. Avoid shame, but do not seek glory,—nothing so expensive as glory.2 P. 88. Let every man be occupied, and occupied in the highest employment of which his nature is capable, and die with the consciousness that he has done his best. P. 130. Looked as if she had walked straight out of the ark. P. 157. The Smiths never had any arms, and have invariably sealed their letters with their thumbs. P. 244. Not body enough to cover his mind decently with; his intellect is improperly exposed. P. 258. He has spent all his life in letting down empty buckets into empty wells; and he is frittering away his age in trying to draw them up again. P. 259. You find people ready enough to do the Samaritan, without the oil and twopence. P. 261. Ah, you flavour everything; you are the vanilla of society. My living in Yorkshire was so far out of the way, it was actually twelve miles from a lemon. P. 262. that P. 262. "The 1 Mr. Smith, with reference to the "Edinburgh Review," says: motto I proposed for the Review' was 'Tenui musam meditamur avena; but this was too near the truth to be admitted; so we took our present grave motto from Publius Syrus, of whom none of us had, I am sure, read a single line." 2 A favorite motto, which through life Mr. Smith inculcated on his family. 8 See Cowper, page 419. |