Part 21 (1/2)

Tame is Virtue's school; Paint, as more effective, Villain, knave, and fool, With always a Detective.

Hate for Love may sit; Gloom will do for Gladness; Banish Sense and Wit, And dash in lots of Madness.

Stir the broth about; Keep the furnace glowing; Soon we'll pour it out In three bright volumes flowing.

Some may jeer and jibe: _We_ know where the shop is, Ready to subscribe For a thousand copies!

LORD NEAVES, _Songs and Verses_.

Th' young men noo-a-days, they're poor squashy things--the' looke well anoof, but the' woon't wear, the' woon't wear.

_”Mester” Ford_, in GEORGE ELIOT's _Mr. Gilfil_.

”Where are the boys of my youth?” I a.s.sure you this is not a conundrum. Some are amongst you here--some in America--some are in gaol.

Hence arises a most touching question: ”Where are the girls of my youth?” Some are married--some would like to be.

C. F. BROWNE, _Artemus Ward's Lecture_.

Mark how the lorgnettes cautiously they raise Lest points, no pose so thoughtless but displays, A too quick curiosity should hide-- For they who gaze must gazed-at be beside.

ALFRED AUSTIN, _The Season_.

I sent the book down to the Dean, from Saunders and Otley's. Speaking of that firm, I don't know whether I told you of young Sutton, Lord Canterbury's son, calling there one day very angry, because they had not sent him some books he had ordered. He was, as usual, pretty warm, and so much so that one of the partners could bear it no longer, and told him as much. ”I don't know who you are,” was the answer, ”but I don't want to annoy you _personally_, as you may not be the one in fault: it's your confounded house that I blame. You may be Otley, or you may be Saunders; if you are Saunders, d---- Otley; if you are Otley, d---- Saunders. I mean nothing personal _to you_.”

R. H. BARHAM, _Life_.

Of all actions of a man's life, his marriage does least concern other people, yet of all actions of our life 'tis most meddled with by other people.

SELDEN, _Table Talk_.

A grave and quiet man was he, Who loved his book and rod,-- So even ran his line of life His neighbours thought it odd.

He ne'er aspired to rank or wealth, Nor cared about a name, For though much famed for fish was he, He never fished for fame!

Let others bend their necks at sight Of Fas.h.i.+on's gilded wheels, He ne'er had learned the art to ”bob”

For anything but eels!

JOHN G.o.dFREY SAXE, _Poems_.

A little knowledge of the world is a very dangerous thing, especially in literature.

_Lord Montfort_, in LORD BEACONSFIELD's _Endymion_.