are they all in their high conceit,
When man in the bush with God may meet?
249
EMERSON: _Good-Bye._

=Business.=

Let thy mind still be bent, still plotting, where
And when, and how thy business may be done,
Slackness breeds worms; but the sure traveller,
Though he alights sometimes, still goeth on.
250
HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 57.

=Buttercups.=

All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children's dower.
251
ROBERT BROWNING: _Home-Thoughts, From Abroad._

==C.==

=Cadence.=

Wit will shine
Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
252
DRYDEN: _To the Memory of Mr. Oldham,_ Line 15.

=Caesar.=

Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
253
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

But yesterday the word of Caesar might
Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.
254
SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

=Calamity.=

Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.
255
SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

=Calmness.=

And through the heat of conflict keeps the law
In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.
256
WORDSWORTH: _Character of the Happy Warrior._

=Calumny.=

Calumny will sear
Virtue itself: these shrugs, these hums, and ha's.
257
SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

=Camping.=

The bed was made, the room was fit,
By punctual eve the stars were lit;
The air was still, the water ran,
No need was there for maid or man,
When we put up, my ass and I,
At God's green caravanserai.
258
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _A Camp._

=Candle.=

How far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
259
SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

=Candor.=

Some positive, persisting fops we know,
Who, if once wrong, will needs be always so;
But you with pleasure own your errors past,
And make each day a critique on the last.
260
POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 9.

=Cannons.=

The cannons have their bowels full of wrath;
And ready mounted are they, to spit forth
Their iron indignation.
261
SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

=Canopy.=

Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise;
My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.
262
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 139.

=Capacity.=

That wondrous soul Charoba once possest,--