And yet with charity:-He was a man
Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking
Himself with princes; one, that by suggestion
Tied all the kingdom: simony was fair play;
His own opinion was his law: I'the presence
He would say untruths; and be ever double,
Both in his words and meaning: He was never,
But where he meant to ruin, pitiful:

His promises were, as he then was, mighty;
But his performance, as he now is, nothing.
Of his own body he was ill, and gave

The clergy ill example.

Grif.

Noble madam,

And though he were unsatisfied in getting
(Which was a sin), yet in bestowing, madam,
He was most princely: ever witness for him,
Those twins of learning, that he raised in you,
Ipswich and Oxford! one of which fell with him,
Unwilling to outlive the good that did it;
The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous,
So excellent in art, and still so rising,
That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.
His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him;
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found the blessedness of being little:
And, to add greater honours to his age
Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Kath. After my death I wish no other herald,

No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.

BIRDS.

Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me,
With thy religious truth, and modesty,
Now in his ashes honour: Peace be with him!
Shakspeare.
BIOGRAPHY - to be consulted as a

Mirror.

My advice is to consult the lives of other men, as he would a looking-glass, and from thence fetch examples for his own imitation. Terence.

BIOGRAPHY-to be Minutely Written.

A life that is worth writing at all, is worth writing minutely. Longfellow. BIRDS-Beauty of.

Birds, the free tenants of earth, air, and ocean,
Their forms all symmetry, their motions grace;
In plumage delicate and beautiful,
Thick without burthen, close as fish's scales,
Or loose as full-blown poppies on the gale;
With wings that seem as they'd a soul within

them,

They bear their owners with such sweet enchantment. James Montgomery.

BIRDS-Dialects of.

I believe there is a dialect in the song of birds. The song, for example, of a thrush near London, or in any of the home counties, has little resemblance, except in tone and specific character, to that of the same bird in Devonshire, or near Exeter. The same notes, I suppose, will all of them be detected; but they are arranged, for the most part, in a different tune, and are not sung in the same way. They are given with different values, and the singing is pitched in a different key. One great distinction between the two cases is the number of guttural notes of which the song of a Devonshire thrush is often made up, but which near London are heard only at the end of a bar, or even much less frequently; while those chief notes which mainly constitute the song of the other bird, and make it so impressive, are rarely pronounced by the Devonshire thrush.

BIRDS-Habits of.

Jesse.

Meanwhile the tepid caves, and fens, and shores,

Their brood as numerous hatch, from the egg

that soon

Bursting with kindly rapture forth disclosed Their callow young; but feather'd soon and

fledge

They summ'd their pens; and, soaring the air

sublime,

With clang despised the ground, under a cloud

BIRDS-Song of.

I was born so high, Our aerie buildeth in the cedar's top, And dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun. Shakspeare.

BIRTH-Worthlessness of.

Why should my birth keep down my mounting spirit?

Are not all creatures subject unto time?
There's legions now of beggars on the earth,
That their original did spring from kings,
And many monarchs now, whose fathers were
The riff-raff of their age; for time and fortune
Wear out a noble train to beggary;
And from the dunghill minions do advance
To state; and mark, in this admiring world,
This is the course, which, in the name of fate,
Is seen as often as it whirls about:
The river Thames that by our door doth pass,
His first beginning is but small and shallow;
Yet, keeping on his course, grows to a sea.

BIRTHDAY-Thoughts on a.

My birthday!-what a different sound
That word had in my youthful ears;
And now each time the day comes round,
Less and less white its mark appears.
BISHOPS-Character of.

Ibid.

Moore.

A bishop then must be blameless, the husband of one wife, vigilant, sober, of good behaviour, given to hospitality, apt to teach;

lays,

And carol of Love's praise.

The merry lark her matins sings aloft;

One that ruleth well his own house, having

his children in subjection with all gravity.

BLACKSMITH.

BLACKSMITH-The Village.

The sagest knot (in a village) is generally at the blacksmith's, to whom the passing of the coach is an event fruitful of much speculation. The smith, with his horse's heel in his lap, pauses as the vehicle whirls by; the Cyclops round the anvil suspend their ringing | hammers, and suffer the iron to grow cool; and the sooty spectre in brown paper cap, labouring at the bellows, leans on the handle for a moment, and permits the asthmatic engine to heave a long-drawn sigh, while he glares through the husky smoke and sul

phureous gleams of the smithy.

BLAME-Reception of.

Washington Irving.

BLESSING-of the Spanish Peasantry.

As we journeyed on, a trifling incident occurred which very favourably disposed us towards the peasantry of Spain. A large party of field-labourers, attired in scarlet jackets and sashes, were returning to their homes after the toils of the day, and were singing in unison a lively song, in token of the happiness within their hearts. The sun was now sinking behind the hills, and the stars of evening were beginning to gem the vast canopy of heaven. A soft and rich twilight gave a sweet mellowness to the features of the surrounding landscape, infusing thoughts of romance and poetry into our minds, and making everything appear to us like the seenery of a picture or a dream. As we reached the body of peasantry, they immediately sepa| rated to each side of the road, and, as we

BLESSINGS-transformed into Curses. Even the best things, ill used, become evils, and contrarily, the worst things, used well, prove good. A good tongue used to deceit;

a good wit, used to defend error; a strong arm to murder; authority to oppress; a good profession to dissemble; are all evil. Even God's own word is the sword of the Spirit, which, if it kill not our vices, kills our souls. Contrariwise (as poisons are used to wholesome medicine), afflictions and sins, by a good use, prove so gainful as nothing more. Words are as they are taken, and things are as they are used. There are even cursed blessings.

Bishop Hall.

BLESSINGS-compared to Dew.
The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on
her.
Shakspeare.

BLESSINGS of the Faithful.
A faithful man shall abound with blessings.
Solomon.

BLESSINGS-Invocations for.
Angels preserve my dearest father's life;
Bless it with long uninterrupted days!
Oh! may he live till time itself decay-
Till good men wish him dead, or I offend him!
Otway.

Hear me, bounteous Heaven!

Pour down your blessings on this beauteous head,

Where everlasting sweets are always springing,
With a continual giving hand: let peace,
Honour, and safety always hover round her;
Feed her with plenty; let her eyes ne'er see
A sight of sorrow, nor her heart know mourning;
Crown all her days with joy, her nights with

BLINDNESS.

BLUSHING.

his.

O loss of sight, of thee I most complain!
Blind among enemies, O worse than chains,
Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age!
Light, the prime work of God, to me is extinct,
And all her various objects of delight
Annull'd, which might in part my grief have

eased,

Inferior to the vilest now become

Of man or worm; the vilest here excel me:
They creep, yet see; I, dark in light, exposed
To daily fraud, contempt, abuse, and wrong,
Within doors, or without, still as a fool,
In power of others, never in my own;

Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half.

O dark, dark, dark, amidst the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse

Without all hope of day!

O first-created beam, and Thou great Word, "Let there be light, and light was over all;" Why am I thus bereaved Thy prime decree ?

The sun to me is dark,

And silent as the moon

When she deserts the night,

Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.

Since light so necessary is to life,
And almost life itself, if it be true

That light is in the soul,

She all in every part; why was this sight
To such a tender ball as the eye confined,
So obvious and so easy to be quench'd,
And not, as feeling, through all parts diffused,
That she might look at will through every

pore?

Then had I not been thus exiled from light,
As in the land of darkness, yet in light,
To live a life half dead, a living death,
And buried; but, O yet more miserable!
Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave;
Buried, yet not exempt.

Milton.

BLINDNESS-Mental and Moral.

Having the understanding darkened, being alienated from the life of God through the ignorance that is in them, because of the blindness of their heart. St. Paul.

BLISS-bestowed by Heaven.

See the sole bliss Heaven could on all bestow! Which, who but feels, can taste, but thinks can know!

Yet poor with fortune, and with learning blind, The bad must miss, the good untaught will find;

Sees, that no being any bliss can know,
But touches some above, and some below;
Learns, from this union of the rising whole,
The first, last purpose of the human soul;
And knows where faith, laws, morals, all began,
All end in love of God, and love of man. Pope.

BLOCKHEAD-most Busy.

A bee is not a busier animal than a blockhead. Ibid.

BLOCKHEAD-Want of Politeness in a.

A blockhead cannot come in, nor go away, nor sit, nor rise, nor stand, like a man of sense. La Bruyère.

BLOSSOMS-Evanescence of.

Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,
Why do ye fall so fast?

Your date is not so past

But you may stay yet here awhile,
To blush and gently smile,
And go at last.

What, were ye born to be
An hour or half's delight,
And so to bid good night?
"Twas pity nature brought ye forth,
Merely to show your worth,
And lose you quite !

But you are lovely leaves, where we
May read how soon things have
Their end, though ne'er so brave,
And after they have shown their pride,
Like you, awhile, they glide
Into the grave.

BLUSHING of Aged Cheeks.

Herrick.

BLUSHING of Guilt.

Sir Walter Scott.

What means, alas!

design,