Holmes continued.]

You hear that boy laughing?-you think he's

all fun ;

But the angels laugh, too, at the good he has done ;
The children laugh loud as they troop to his call,
And the poor man that knows him laughs loudest
of all !
The Boys.

Boston State-House is the hub of the Solar System. You could n't pry that out of a Boston man if you had the tire of all creation straightened out for a crowbar.

The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table, p. 143.

SARAH FLOWER ADAMS.

Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee!

E'en though it be a cross
That raiseth me;

Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee!

ELIZA COOK.

I love it I love it, and who shall dare

To chide me for loving that old arm-chair!

The Old Arm-Chair.

CHARLES DICKENS.

In a Pickwickian sense. Pickwick. Ch. 1.

Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green,
That creepeth o'er ruins old!

Of right choice food are his meals, I ween,
In his cell so lone and cold.

Creeping where no life is seen,
A rare old plant is the Ivy green.

Ibid. Ch. vi.

He's tough, ma'am, tough is J. B.

and de-vilish sly.

Dombey and Son.

Tough

Ch. vii.

When found, make a note of. Ibid. Ch. xv.

The bearings of this observation lays in the application on it.

Ibid. Ch. xxiii.

A demd, damp, moist, unpleasant body!

Nicholas Nickleby. Ch. xxxiv.

My Life is one demd horrid grind.

Barkis is willin'.

Ibid. Ch. lxiv.

David Copperfield. Ch.v.

Whatever was required to be done, the Circumlocution Office was beforehand with all the public departments in the art of perceiving HOW

NOT TO DO IT.

Little Dorrit. Ch. x.

In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial

smile.

Christmas Carol. Stave two.

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.

'T is heaven alone that is given away, 'T is only God may be had for the asking. The Vision of Sir Launfal.

And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays.

This child is not mine as the first was,

I cannot sing it to rest,

I cannot lift it up fatherly

And bless it upon my breast;

Yet it lies in my little one's cradle,
And sits in my little one's chair,

Ibid.

And the light of the heaven she's gone to
Transfigures its golden hair.

The Changeling.

To win the secret of a weed's plain heart.

Sonnet xxv.

Earth's noblest thing, a woman perfected.

Irend.

Truth for ever on the scaffold, Wrong for ever on

the throne.

The Present Crisis.

Before man made us citizens, great Nature made

us men.

The Capture.

OLD TESTAMENT.

It is not good that the man should be alone.

Genesis ii. 18.

In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread.

For dust thou art, and unto dust shalt

There were giants in the earth in those days.

Gen. vi. 4.

But the dove found no rest for the sole of her

Unstable as water, thou shalt not excel.

Genesis xlix. 4.

I have been a stranger in a strange land.

Exodus ii. 22.

Unto a land flowing with milk and honey.

Ex. iii. 8. Jer. xxxii. 22.

Darkness which may be felt.

Ex. x. 21.

The Lord went before them by day in a pillar of a cloud, to lead them the way; and by night in a pillar of fire.

Man doth not live by bread only.

Ex. xiii. 21.

The wife of thy bosom.

Deuteronomy viii. 3.

Deut. xiii. 6.

Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand,

foot for foot.

Deut. xix. 21.

The secret things belong unto the Lord our

God.

Deut. xxix. 29.

He kept him as the apple of his eye.

Deut. xxxii. 10.

As thy days, so shall thy strength be.