How wonderful is Death,
Death and his brother Sleep!

-Shelley. Queen Mab.

Sleep, Death's twin brother. -Tennyson. In Memoriam, LXVIII,

Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!

Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! -Shakspere. Romeo and Juliet (Romeo), Act II., Sc. II,

Sleep is sweet to the laboring man.
-Bunyan. Pilgrim's Progress (Hopeful),

Pt. I.

Sleep no more!

Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep;
Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course.
Chief nourisher in life's feast.

-Shakspere. Macbeth (Macbeth),
Act II., Sc. II.

Sleep, Nurse of our life, care's best reposer, Nature's high'st rapture, and the vision giver. -Lord Herbert of Cherbury. To his Mis

tress, for her True Picture.

Weaker than a woman's tear,

Tamer than sleep, fonder than ignorance. -Shakspere. Troilus and Cressida (Troilus), Act I., Sc. I.

Prayer goeth on in sleep, as true
And pauseless as the pulses do.

E. B. Browning. The Lady of the Brown
Rosary, Second Part.

Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, A little folding of the hands to sleep. -Proverbs., Chap. VI., ver. 10, Ibid., Chap. XXIV., ver. 33.

Tir'd Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep,
He, like the world, his ready visit pays
Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes;
Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe,

And lights on lids unsully'd with a tear.

-Young. Night Thoughts, Night I., line 1.

No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure

meet

To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.

-Byron. Childe Harold, Can. III., XXII.

GEMS IN THEIR SETTING.

How oft a gem of thought is found astray,
The utterance of some soul long passed away,
A priceless jewel from the setting gone,
A ray of sunlight stolen from the dawn.
It is a comfort when at last we find

Its home and birth-place in a master mind.

-J. C. H.

Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.
-Tennyson. In Memoriam, XXXII.

Her feet beneath her petticoat
Like little mice stole in and out,
As if they feared the light;

But oh! she dances such a way,
No sun upon an Easter-day

Is half so fine a sight.

-Sir John Suckling. Ballad on a
Wedding.

Soft words, with nothing in them, make a

song.

-Waller. To Mr. Creech.

Breathes there a man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself has said,

This is my own, my native land?
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,

From wandering on a foreign strand?
-Sir W. Scott. The Lay of the Last
Minstrel, Can. VI., I.

No quality will get a man more friends than a disposition to admire the qualities of others. -Boswell. Life of Johnson, Fitzgerald's Ed., Vol. II., p. 22.

Our life is but a dark and stormy night, To which sense yields a weak and glimmering light,

While wandering man thinks he discerneth all By that which makes him but mistake and fall. -Lord Herbert of Cherbury. To his Mistress, for her True Picture.

The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on;
And doves will peck, in safeguard of their brood.
-Shakspere. Henry VI., Pt. III. (Clifford),
Act II., Sc. II.

My soul is an enchanted boat,
Which like a sleeping swan doth float
Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing;
And thine doth like an angel sit
Beside the helm conducting it,

Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing.
-Shelley. Prometheus Unbound (Asia),
Act II., Sc. V

Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.

-Longfellow. The Village Blacksmith.

O wad some pow'r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us!
It wad frae monie a blunder free us
An' foolish notion;

What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us,
And e'en devotion.

-Burns.

O there be players that I have seen play-and heard others praise, and that highly-not to speak it profanely, that neither having the accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.

-Shakspere. Hamlet (Hamlet), Act III.,
Sc. II.

Music hath charmes to soothe a savage breast,
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
I've read that things inanimate have moved,
And, as with living souls, have been inform'd
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
-Congreve. The Mourning Bride (Almeria),
Act I, Sc. I.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed; maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

-Shakspere. As You Like It (Rosalind ),
Act IV., Sc. I.