A talkative fellow may be compared to an unbraced drum, which beats a wise man out Tis not my talent to conceal my thoughts, Or carry smiles and sunshine in my face, When discontent sits heavy at my heart. LOOKS-Eloquence of. Their eyes but met, and then were turn'd of his wits. Loquacity is the fistula of the mind,-ever running, and almost incurable. Feltham. LOQUACITY-Danger of. Learn to hold thy tongue. Five words cost Zacharias forty weeks' silence. Fuller. The ear and the eye are the mind's receivers, but the tongue is only busy in expending the treasure received. If, therefore, the revenues of the mind be uttered as fast or faster than they are received, it must needs be bare, and can never lay up for purchase. But if the receivers take in still without utterance, the mind may soon grow a burden to itself, and unprofitable to others. I will not lay up too much and utter nothing, lest I be covetous; LOQUACITY. nor spend much and store up little, lest I be prodigal and poor. Bishop Hall. LOQUACITY-a Sign of Vanity. Speaking much is a sign of vanity; for he that is lavish in words is a niggard in deed. Sir Walter Raleigh. LOQUACITY-Torment of. Oh! rid me of this torture quickly there, But now steam'd like a bath with her thick breath; A lawyer could not have heard, nor scarce Ben Jonson. Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice: his reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff; you shall seek all day ere you find them; and, when you have them, they are not worth the search. Shakspeare. LOSSES-Enduring. Humanity may endure the loss of everything; all its possessions may be torn away without infringing its true dignity, -all but the possibility of improvement. Fichte. LOSSES-Lessons derived from. A man seems never to know what anything means till he has lost it; and this, I suppose, is the reason why losses-vanishings away of things-are among the teachings of this world of shadows. The substance, indeed, teacheth, but the vacuity, whence it has disappeared, yet more. The full significancy of those words, property, ease, health, -the wealth of meaning that lies in the fond epithets, parent, child, friend, we never know till they are taken away; till, in place of the bright, visible being, comes the awful and desolate shadow, where nothing is-where we stretch our hands in vain, and strain our eyes upon dark and dismal vacuity. Still, in that vacuity, we do not lose the object that we loved; it only becomes more real to us. Thus do blessings not only brighten when they depart, but are fixed in enduring reality; and friendship itself receives its everlasting seal beneath the cold impress of death. LOVE. Dewey. Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; LOVE. Being vexed, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears. Shakspeare. Hail, holy love, thou word that sums all bliss, Hail, love! first love, thou word that sums all bliss! The sparkling cream of all time's blessedness; It is to be all made of fantasy, Pollok. LOVE. And there is not a heart on earth, That loves, but shall be loved again: The earnest heart to cheer and melt; LOVE. ceive, or fear, or hope beyond ourselves, when we find within our own thoughts the chasm of an insufficient void, and seek to awaken in all things that are, a community with what we experience within ourselves. If we reason, we would be understood; if we imagine, we would that the airy children of our brain were born anew within another's; if we feel, we would that another's nerves should vibrate to our own, that the beams of their eyes should kindle at once, and mix and melt into our own; that lips of motionless ice should not Massey. reply to lips quivering and burning with the On hidden flowers, unseen, but felt! blush, Are fair as light in heaven, or flowers in spring. A warm affection within naturally inspires LOVE-a Powerful Attraction. Thou demandest what is love? It is that powerful attraction towards all that we con heart's best blood. This is love. This is the bond and the sanction which connects not only man with man, but with everything which exists. We are born into the world, and there is something within us which, from the instant that we live, more and more thirsts after its likeness. Shelley. Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove; 0 no! it is an ever fixed mark, be taken. for his purpose only, Only to love and to be loved again. He breathed forth His spirit Into the slumbering dust, and upright standing, it laid its Hand on its heart, and felt it was warm with a flame out of heaven; Quench, O quench not that flame! it is the breath of your being. Longfellow. Of all passions in the world, love not only is the most tyrannical, and takes the deepest hold, but is also speediest in its transformation, and in its change of the scenery round us; nay, the scenery environing the heart. That love is the great sweetener of our existence-the active and stirring principle-the spring which sets everything in motion-the vivid awakener, exponent, and representation of all the finest, most delicate, and subtlest movements in our spiritual nature, who could deny? But it must differ in all minds; the tasteful can love but |