FREDERICK DENISON MAURICE, 1805.
O. W. HOLMES, 1809.

THE gray-blue eyes, I see them still,
The gallant front with brows o'erhung,
The shape alert, the wit at will,

The phrase that stuck, but never stung.
You with the classic few belong,

Who tempered wisdom with a smile.

Lowell, on "Holmes."

HE who ceases to kneel before the Divine wisdom soon talks superciliously of the human, and ends with the worship of his own.

F. D. Maurice.

August 30.

GOD, who is great in justice when he chastens, will not be little in mercy when he blesses.

The Churchman.

ALL we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good, shall exist;
Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power
Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist,
When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.

The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard,
The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the sky,
Are Music sent up to God by the lover and the bard;
Enough that he heard it once; we shall hear it by and by.

Robert Browning.

HER joyous and impassioned nature, though she lived safely, as it were, in her own sweet world . . . was often conscious of something yet to come, ready and expectant of the rest of it. The rest of life, she meant; the rest of sorrow, love, and feeling.

Jean Ingelow.

THE holidays were fruitful, but must end;
One August evening had a cooler breath.

Emerson.

THE light of these days is very exquisite, so gently bright, without any glare, — in short, it is the kindliest mood of Nature, and almost enough to compensate for chill and drearier months.

Hawthorne.