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Is it, О man, with such discordant noises,

With such accursed instruments as these, Thou drownest Nature's sweet and kindly

voices, And jarrest the celestial harmonies ? LONGFELLOW--Arsend at Springfield.

St. 8. Ez fer war, I call it murder,-Ther you

hev it plain and flat; I don't want to go no furder Than my Testyinent fer that.

1. LOWELLThe Bigelow Papers. No. 1.

Their rising all at once was as the sound
Of thunder heard remote.
n. MILTON-Paradise Lost. Bk. II.

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We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an'


LOWELL— The Bigelow Papers. No. 3. War in men's eyes shall be A monster of iniquity

In the good time coming. Nations shall not quarrel then,

To prove which is the stronger; Nor slaughter men for glory's sake;

Wait a little longer.

d. MACKAY-- The Good Time Coming. Some undone widow sits upon mine arm, And takes away the use of it; and my sword, Glued to my scabbard with wronged orphan's

tears, Will not be drawn. MASSENGER-A New Way to Pay Old

Debts. Act V. Sc. 2.

The sword Of Michael, from the armoury ot God, Was given him temper'd so that neither keen Nor solid might resist that edge: it met The sword of Satan, with steep force to smite Descending, and in half-cut sheer. MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. VI.

Line 320. To overcome in battle, and subdue Nations, and bring home spoils with infinite Man-slaughter, shall be held the highest

pitch Of human glory. p. MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. XI.

Line 691. What though the field be lost! All is not lost-the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome. 9. MILTON-Paradise Lost. Bk. I.

Line 105.


There was war in the skies!
f. OWEN MEREDITH- Lucile. Pt. I.

Canto IV. St. 12.

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Arms on armour clashing brayed Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots rage; dire was the noise Of conflict. 9. MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. VI.

Line 209. Black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart. h. MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. II.

Line 670. in worst extremes, and on the perilous edge Of battle. i. Milton-Paradise Lost. Bk. I.

Line 276. My sentence is for open war. j. MILTON-Paradise Lost. Bk. II.

Line 51. Others, more mild, Retreated in a silent valley, sing With notes angelical to many a harp Their own heroic deeds and hapless fall By doom of battle. k. MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. II.

Line 546. So frown'd the mighty combatants, that hell Grew darker at their frown. 1. MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. II.

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Still from the sire the son shall hear
Of the stern strife, and carnage drear,

Of Flodden's fatal field,
When shiver'd was fair Scotland's spear,
And broken was her shield!

SCOTT - Marmion. Canto VI. St. 34. Their flag was furld, and mute their drum. b. SCOTT- On the Massacre of Glencoe.

St. 3. All the god's go with you! Upon your sword Sit laurel victory, and smooth success Be strew'd before your feet! Antony and Cleopatra. Act I. Sc. 3.

All was lost, But that the heavens fought.

d. Cymbeline. Act V. Sc. 3. Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France; For ere thou canst report I will be there, The thunder of my cannon shall be heard. King John. Act I. Sc. 1.

Blow, wind! come wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back. f. Jacbeth. Act l, Sc. 5.

Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Até by his side, come hot from hell, Shall in these confines, with a monarch's

voice, Cry "Havock," and let slip the dogs of war. 9.

Julius Caesar. Act III. Sc. 1. Fight, gentlemen of England! fight boldly,

yeomen! Draw, archers, draw. your arrows to the head! Spar your proud horses hard, and ride in

blood; Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!

h. Richard III. Act 1. Sc. 3.

Had we no other quarrel else to Rome, but

that Thou art thence banish’d, we would muster

all From twelve to seventy; and, pouring war Into the bowels of 'ungrateful Rome, Like a bold flood o'erbeat.

Coriolanus. Act IT. Sc. 5. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, “They come.”. Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 5.

He is come to ope The purple testament of bleeding war. 1

Richard II. Act III. Sc. 3. He which hath no stomach to this fight Let him depart; his passport shall be made.

9. llenry V. Act IV. Sc. 3. His valour shown upon our crests to-day, Hath taught us how to cherish such high

deeds, Even in the bosom of our adversaries.

Henry IV. Pt. I. Act V. Sc. 5. I drew this gallant head of war, And cull'd these fiery spirits from the world, To outlook conquest, and to win renown Even in the jaws of danger and of death.

King John. Act V. Sc. 2. In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness, and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger. Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.

1. llenry V. Act III. Sc. 1. It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe; For peace itself should not so dull a king



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But that defences, musters, preparations, Should be maintain'd, assembled, and col.

lected, As were a war in expectation. llenry V.

Act II. Sc. 4.

Lay on, Macduff; And damn'd be him that first cries, “Hold,


Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 7. Let's march without the noise of threat'ning


llenry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 4. Now, for the bare-pick'd bone of majesty Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest, And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace. king John. Act IV. Sc. 3.

0, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill

trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing

tife, The royal banner; and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious


Follow thy drum; With man's blood paint the ground, gules,

gules; Religions canons, civil laws, are cruel; Then what should war be?

i. Timon of Athens. Act IV. Sc. 3. For I must talk of murders, rapes, and

Acts of black night, abominable deeds,
Complots of mischief, treason, villainies
Ruthful to hear, yet piteously perform'd.

j. Titus Andronicus. Act V. Sc. 1. From camp to camp, through the foul womb

of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds. k. Henry V. Act IV. Chorus.

Give me the cups; And let the kettle to the trumpet speak, The trumpet to the cannonier without, The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to

the earth, 1. Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 2. Grim-visag'd war hath smoothed his wrinkled


Richard III. Act I. Sc. 1.

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Othello. Act III. Sc. 3.

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Our battle is more full of names than yours; Our men more perfect in the use of arins, Our armour all as strong, our cause the best; Then reason wills our hearts should be as


Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 1.



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O war! thou son of hell, Whom angry heavens do make their minister, Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part Hot coals of vengeance!-Let no soldier fly: He that is truly dedicate to war Hath no self-love; nor he that loves himself Hath not essentially, but by circumstance, The name of valour.

d. llenry VI. Pt. II. Act V. Sc. 2. 0, withered is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen.

Antony and Cleopatra. Act IV. Sc. 13. Put in their hands thy bruising irons of

wrath, That they may crush down, with heavy fall The usurping helmets of our adversaries.

Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3. Such civil war is in my love and hate, That I an accessary needs must be To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.

g. Sonnet XXXV. Shall we go throw away our coats of steel, And wrap our bodies in black mourning

gowns, Numbering our Ave-Marias with our beads? Or shall we on the helmets of our foes Tell our devotion with revengeful arms?

h. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 1.

The bay-trees in our country all are wither'd. And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven; The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the

earth, And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful

change; Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and

leap,The one, in fear to lose what they enjoy. The other, to enjoy by rage and war.

Richard II. Act II. Sc. 4.
The cannons have their bowels full of wrath,
And ready mounted are they, to spit forth
Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls.

King John. Act II. Sc. 1.
The fire-eyed maid of smoky war,
All hot and bleeding will we offer them.

Henry IV. Pt. I. Act IV. Sc. 1.
The gates of mercy shall be all shut up;
And the flesh'd soldier, rough and hard of

heart, In liberty of bloody hand, shall range With conscience wide as hell; mowing like

grass Your fresh-fair virgins and your flowering

p. Henry V. Act III. Sc. 3.

The nimble gunner With lynstock now the devilish cannon

touches, And down goes all before him.

9. Henry V. Act III. Chorus. The noon-tide sun, call’d forth the mutinous

And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault
Set roaring war.
Tempest. Act V.

Sc. 1.
There are few die well that die in a battle.
Henry V. Act IV. Sc. 1.

The toil of the war,
A pain that only seems to seek out danger
I' the name of fame and honour; which dies

i' the search.
t. Cymbeline. Act III. Sc. 3.

They shall have wars and pay for their presumption.

Henry VI. Pt. III. Act IV. Sc. 1.

Thou know'st, great son, The end of war's uncertain.

Coriolanus. Act V. Sc. 3. Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we march'd without impediment.

Richard III. Act V. Sc. 2. Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pitäs well as better. 2. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act IV. Sc. 2.

War is no strife
To the dark house, and the detested wife.
All's Well That Ends Well. Act II.

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So underneath the belly of their steeds,
That stain'd their fetlocks in his smoking

The noble gentleman gave up the ghost.

i. llenry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 3.

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Sound trumpets!— let our bloody colours

wave! And either victory, or else a grave.

). llenry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 2. The armourers, accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers, closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation.

k. Henry V. Act IV. Chorus.

The arms are fair When the intent for bearing them is just.

I. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act V. Sc. 2.




We must have bloody noses--and crack'd

crowns, And pass them current too.--Gods me, my


Henry IV. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 3.

Whilst my trump did sound, or drum struck

up, His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.

b. Henry VI. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 4.


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Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to leit of them,
Cannon in front of them,

Volley'd and thunder'd.
f TENNYSON -Charge of the Light Brigade.

To be prepared for war is one of the most effectual ways of preserving peace. g. GEORGE WASHINGTON --Speech to both

Houses of Congress, Jan. 8, 1790.

O fair is the virgin Lymph, fresh from the


Sleeping in crystal wells,

Leaping in shady dells Or issuing clear from the womb of the

mountain, Sky-mated, related, Earth's holiest Daughter!

Not the hot kiss of wine,

Is half so divine, As the sip of thy lip, inspiring Cold Water!

1. ABRAHAM COLES- Ode to Cold Water. The streak of silver sea.

GLADSTONE- Edinburgh Review.

Oct., 1870. Applieil to the English Channel and quoted by Col. C.

Chesney and Lord Salisbury. Water its living strength first shows, When obstacles its course oppose. GOETHE-God, Soul, and World.

Rhymed Distichs. The thirst that from the soul doth rise,

Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sip,
I would not change for thine.

BEN JONSON -- The Forest. Song.
Water is the mother of the vine,
The nurse and fountain of fecundity,
The adorner and refresher of the world.

Chas. Mackay- The Dionysia. The rising world of waters dark and deep. 9. MILTON-Paradise Lost. Bk. III.

Line 11. Honest water, which ne'er left man i' the

Timon of Athens. Act I. Sc. 2.

More water glideth by the mill Than wots the miller of.

Tilus Andronicus. Act II. Sc. 1. 'Tis rushing now adown the spout,

And gushing out below,
Half frantic in its joyousness,

And wild in eager flow.
The earth is dried and parch'd with heat,

And it hath long'd to be
Released from out the selfish cloud,

To cool the thirsty tree.

'Tis a little thing,
To give a cup of water; yet its draught
Of cool refreshment, drain'd by feverish lips
May give a thrill of pleasure to the frame
More exquisite than when nectarian juice
Renews the life of joy in happiest hours.

TALFOURD-Sonnet III. How sweet from the green mossy brim to re

ceive it, As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my

lips! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to

leave it, Though filled with the nectar that Jupiter



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Nothing except a battle lost can be half so melancholy as a battle won.

h. DUKE OF WELLINGTON- Despatch. 1815.

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One to destroy, is murder by the law;
And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe;
To murder thousands, takes a specious name,
War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.
i Young-Love of Fame. Satire VII.

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Till taught by pain, Men really know not what good water's

worth; If you had been in Turkey or in Spain, Or with a famish'd boats'-crew had your

berth, Or in the desert heard the camel's bell, You'd wish yourself where Truth is-in a well. J. BYRON-Don Juan. Canto II. St. 84.


Water, water, everywhere,

And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere,

Nor any drop to drink! k. COLERIDGE- Ancient Mariner. Pt. II.

St. 9.

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Private credit is wealth, public honour is security; the feather that adorns the royal bird supports its flight; strip him of his plumage, and you pin him to the earth.



Amiable weakness of human nature.
GIBBON-- Decline and Fall of the

Roman Empire. Ch. XIV.
And the weak soul, within itself unblest,
Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.
b. GOLDSMITH --- The Traveller. Line 271.

To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering. c. MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. I.

Line 157. I know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst

pursue. d. PETRARCH -- To Laura in Life.

Sonnet CCXXVI.

If one have either the giftes of Fortune, as greate riches, or of Nature, as seemly person. age, he is to be despised in respect of learning. k. LYLY-Euphues. The Anatomy of

Wit. Of the Elucation of Youth.

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

I. MARLOWE- The Jew of Jalta. Act I.


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Let none admire That riches grow in hell; that soil may best Deserve the precious bane. MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. I.

Line 690. Mammon led them on-Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell From Heaven; for even in Heaven his looks

and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of Heaven's pavement, trodden

Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed
In vision beatific.
MILTON - Paradise Lost. Bk. I.

Line 678. Get Place and Wealth, if possible with grace; If not, by any means get Wealth and Place. Pope-Epistles of Horace. Ep. I.

Bk. I. Line 103.



WEALTH. How beauteous are rouleaus! how charming

chests Containing ingots, bags of dollars, coins (Not of old victors, all whose heads and crests Weigh not the thin ore where their visage

shines, But) of fine unclipt gold, where dully rests Some likeness, which the glittering cirque

confines, Of modern, reigning, sterling, stupid stamp; Yes! ready money is Aladdin's lamp. f. Byrox-Don Juan. Canto XII. St.12.

If I knew a miser who gave up every kind of comfortable living, -all the pleasure of doing good to others, - all the esteem of his fellow-citizens,—and the joys of benevolent friendship, for the sake of accumulating wealth; poor man, says I, you do, indeed, pay too much for your whistle. 9.

BENJ, FRANKLIN— The Whistle. Wealth brings noble opportunities, and competence is a proper object of pursuit, but wealth, and even competence, may be bought at too high a price. Wealth itself has no moral attribute.

It is not money, but the love of money, which is the root of all evil. It is the relation between wealth and the mind and the character of its possessor which is the essential thing. h. HILLARD - The Dangers and Duties of the Mercantile Profession. Address before the Mercantile Library

Association. 1850. Poor worms, they hiss at me, whilst I at

home Can be contented to applaud myself,

with joy To see how plump my bags are and my

barns. i. Ben Jonson-Every Man Oul of His

Humour. Act I. Sc. 1.

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