kirts the way,
With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay,
There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule,
The village master taught his little school;
A man severe he was, and stern to view,--
I knew him well, and every truant knew;
Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face.
1591
GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 193.

=Science.=

Trace science then, with modesty thy guide;
First strip off all her equipage of pride;
Deduct what is but vanity, or dress,
Or learning's luxury, or idleness;
Or tricks to show the stretch of human brain,
Mere curious pleasure, or ingenious pain;
Expunge the whole, or lop th' excrescent parts
Of all our vices have created arts;
Then see how little the remaining sum
Which serv'd the past, and must the times to come.
1592
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 43.

O star-eyed Science! hast thou wander'd there,
To waft us home the message of despair?
1593
CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 325.

=Scorn.=

Scorn at first, makes after-love the more.
1594
SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

Alas! to make me
The fixed figure of the time, for scorn
To point his slow and moving finger at.
1595
SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

So let him stand, through ages yet unborn,
Fix'd statue on the pedestal of scorn!
1596
BYRON: _Curse of Minerva,_ Line 207.

He hears,
On all sides, from innumerable tongues,
A dismal universal hiss, the sound
Of public scorn.
1597
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. x., Line 506.

=Scotland.=

Stands Scotland where it did?
1598
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent!
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content.
1599
BURNS: _Cotter's Saturday Night,_ St. 20.

It was a' for our rightfu' King
We left fair Scotland's strand.
1600
BURNS: _A' for our Rightfu' King._

=Scribblers.=

Laugh when I laugh, I seek no other fame,
The cry is up, and scribblers are my game.
1601
BYRON: _English Bards,_ Line 43.

=Scripture.=

'T is elder Scripture, writ by God's own hand,--
Scripture authentic! uncorrupt by man.
1602
YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night ix., Line 644.

=Sculpture.=

Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature,
That fashions all her works in high relief,
And that is Sculpture.
1603
LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. i.,