riend.
768
DR. JOHNSON: _Verses on the Death of Mr, Robert Levet,_ St. 2.

Small service is true service while it lasts.
Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one:
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,
Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.
769
WORDSWORTH: _To a Child._

=Front.=

His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd
Absolute rule.
770
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 297.

=Frost.=

All the panes are hung with frost,
Wild wizard-work of silver lace.
771
T.B. ALDRICH: _Latakia._

What miracle of weird transforming
Is this wild work of frost and light,
This glimpse of glory infinite!
772
WHITTIER: _The Pageant,_ St. 8

But, oh! fell death's untimely frost
That nipt my flower sae early.
773
BURNS: _Highland Mary._

=Fruit.=

The ripest fruit first falls.
774
SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

=Fury.=

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
775
CONGREVE: _Mourning Bride,_ Act iii., Sc. 8.

Beware the fury of a patient man.
776
DRYDEN: _Absalom and Achitophel,_ Pt. i., Line 1005.

=Futurity.=

The dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will;
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
777
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

O Death, O Beyond,
Thou art sweet, thou art strange!
778
MRS. BROWNING: _Rhapsody of Life's Progress._

Ah Christ, that it were possible
For one short hour to see
The souls we loved, that they might tell us
What and where they be.
779
TENNYSON: _Maud,_ Pt. xxvi., St. 3.

Trust no future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
780
LONGFELLOW: _Psalm of Life._

==G.==

=Gain.=

Remote from cities liv'd a swain,
Unvex'd with all the cares of gain.
781
GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. i., _The Shepherd and the Philosopher._

=Gale.=

So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er.
782
MRS. BARBAULD: _Death of the Virtuous._

Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
783
BURNS: _The Cotter's Saturday Night._

=Gambling.=

Play not for gain, but sport. Who plays for more
Than he can lose with pleasure, stakes his heart;
Perhaps his wife's too, and whom she hath bore.
784
HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 33.

=Garden.=

A garden, sir,
Wherein all rainbowed f