elieve the serious strain)
Sighs for a home, and sighs, alas! in vain.
Thro' each he roves, the tenant of a day,
And, with the swallow, wings the year away!" [p]

[Footnote 1: --apis Matinae
More modoque
Grata carpentis thyma---- HOR.]

[Footnote 2: Postea vero quam Tyrannio mihi libros disposuit, mens
addita videtur meis aedibus. CIC.]

[Footnote 3: Ingenium, sibi quod vacuas desumsit Athenas, Et studiis
annos septem dedit, insenuitque Libris et curis, statua taciturnius
exit Plerumque---- HOR.]

[Footnote 4: Fallacem circum, vespertinumque pererro Saepe forum.
HOR.]

[Footnote 5: Tantot, un livre en main, errantdans les preries--
BOILEAU.]

[Footnote 6: ----dapes inemtas. HOR.]

[Footnote 7: Innocuas amo delicias doctamque quietem.]

NOTES.

NOTE a.

_Oft o'er the mead, at pleasing distance, pass_

Cosmo of Medicis took most pleasure in his Apennine villa, because
all that he commanded from its windows was exclusively his own. How
unlike the wise Athenian, who, when he had a farm to sell, directed
the cryer to proclaim, as its best recommendation, that it had a good
neighbourhood. PLUT. in Vit. Themist.

NOTE b.

_And, thro' the various year, the various day,_

Horace commends the house, 'longos quae prospicit agros.' Distant
views contain the greatest variety, both in themselves, and in their
accidental variations. GILPIN.

NOTE c.

_Small change of scene, small space his home requires,_

Many a great man, in passing through the apartments of his palace,
has made the melancholy reflection of the venerable Cosmo: "Questa e
troppo gran casa a si poco famiglia." MACH. Ist. Fior. lib. vii.

"Parva, sed apta mihi," was Ariosto's inscription over his door in
Ferrara; and who can wish to say more?

"I confess," says Cowley, "I love littleness almost in all things. A
little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company,
and a very little feast." Essay vi.

When Socrates was asked why he had built for himself so small a
house, "Small as it is," he replied, "I wish I could fill it with
friends." PHAEDRUS, 1. iii. 9.

These indeed are all that a wise man would desire to assemble; "for a
crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and
talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
BACON'S Essays, xxvii.

NOTE d.

_From every point a ray of genius flows!_

By this means, when all nature wears a lowering countenance, I
withd