to be old, without either wrinkles or gray hairs; privileging him with the experience of age, without either the infirmities or inconveniences thereof. Yea, it not only maketh things past present, but enableth one to make a rational conjecture of things to come. For this world affordeth no new accidents, but in the same sense wherein we call it 'a new moon,' which is the old one in another shape, and yet no other than what had been formerly. Old actions return again, furbished over with some new and different circumstances. Fuller. HISTORY. I HAVE ever delighted in reading the history of ages past, which draws together into a narrow compass the great occurrences and events that are but thinly sown in those tracts of time which lie within our own knowledge and observation. When I see the life of a great man, who has deserved well of his country, after having struggled through all the oppositions of prejudice and envy, breaking out with lustre, and shining forth in all the splendour of success, I close my book, and am a happy man for a whole evening. Addison, Tatler, No. 117. HISTORY. It is the most agreeable talent of an historian to be able to draw up his armies and fight his battles in proper expressions, to set before our eyes the divisions, cabals, and jealousies of great men, to lead us step by step into the several actions and events of his history. We love to see the subject unfolding itself by just degrees, and breaking upon us insensibly, that so we may be kept in a pleasing suspense, and have time given us to raise our expectations, and to side with one of the parties concerned in the relation. I confess this shows more the art than the veracity of the historian; but I am only to speak of him as he is qualified to please the imagination; and in this respect Livy has, perhaps, excelled all who went before him, or have written since his time. He describes every thing in so lively a manner, that his whole history is an admirable picture, and touches on such proper circumstances in every story, that his reader becomes a kind of spectator, and feels in himself all the variety of passions which are correspondent to the several parts of the relations. Addison, Spectator, No. 420. HOME. THERE is something so seducing in that spot in which we first had existence, that nothing but it can please. Whatever vicissitudes we experience in life, however we toil, or wheresoever we wander, our fatigued wishes still recur to home for tranquillity: we long to die in that spot which gave us birth, and in that pleasing expectation opiate every calamity. Goldsmith, Citizen of the World, letter ciii. HOME. THERE'S a strange something, which without a brain In dearest ties, from whence he drew his birth. HOME. Churchill, The Farewell. THIS fond attachment to the well-known place HOME. Cowper, Tirocinium. THERE is a magic in that little word: Comforts and virtues never known beyond Southey, Hymn to the Penates. HOME. THERE is a land, of every land the pride, In every clime the magnet of his soul, Touched by remembrance, trembles to that pole; Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found? James Montgomery, The West Indies. HOME. WITH his ice, and snow, and rime, Than the love-lit winter home. Alaric A. Watts. HOME. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view: The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew. Saml. Woodworth. HOME. It was the policy of the good old gentleman to make his children feel that home was the happiest place in the world; and I value this delicious home-feeling as one of the choicest gifts a parent can bestow. Washington Irving, Sketch Book. HOPE. WITH him went Hope in rank, a handsome maid, Of cheerful look and lovely to behold; In silken samite she was light arrayed, And her fair locks were woven up in gold; With which she sprinkled favours manifold. Spenser, Faerie Queene, b. iii. c. xii. 13. HOPE. HOPE is Fear's brother, but more gaily clad, Cowley, Against Hope. HOPE. HOPE rules a land for ever green; All powers that serve the bright-eyed queen Clouds at her bidding disappear; Points she at aught ?-the bliss draws near, And fancy smoothes the way. HOPE. THE dream of a future, happier hour, IDOLATRY. Wordsworth. Moore, Lalla Rookh. BUT then for religion; what prodigious, monstrous, misshapen births has the reason of fallen man produced! It is now almost six thousand years, that far the greatest part of the world has had no religion but Idolatry, and Idolatry certainly is the first-born of Folly, the great and leading paradox, nay, the very abridgement and sum total of all absurdities. For is it not strange that a rational man should worship an ox, nay, the image of an ox? that he should fawn upon his dog? bow himself before a cat? adore leeks and garlic, and shed penitential tears at the smell of a deified. onion? Yet so did the Egyptians, once the famed masters of all arts and learning. And to go a little further, we have yet a stranger instance in Isaiah xliv. 14: 'A man hews him down a tree in the wood, and part of it he burns,' in verse 16; and in verse 17, 'with the residue thereof he maketh a god.' With one part he furnishes his chimney, with the other his chapel. A strange thing, that the fire must consume this part, and then burn incense to that; as if there was more |