turn backward, O Time, in your flight,
Make me a child again, just for to-night.
313
ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN: _Rock Me to Sleep._

=Chime.=

Faintly as tolls the evening chime,
Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.
314
MOORE: _A Canadian Boat-Song._

=Chivalry.=

Cervantes smil'd Spain's chivalry away.
315
BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xiii., St. 11.

=Choice.=

There's small choice in rotten apples.
316
SHAKS.: _Tam. of the S.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Follow thou thy choice.
317
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Alcayde of Molina._

=Choler.=

Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
318
SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Chord.=

Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might;
Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
319
TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ Line 33.

=Christ.=

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free.
320
JULIA WARD HOWE: _Battle Hymn of the Republic._

Hail to the King of Bethlehem,
Who weareth in his diadem
The yellow crocus for the gem
Of his authority.
321
LONGFELLOW: _Christus, Golden Legend,_ Pt. iii.

Christ--the one great word
Well worth all languages in earth or Heaven.
322
BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Heaven._

We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage.
323
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Biglow Papers,_ No. iii.

=Christmas.=

At Christmas play, and make good cheer,
For Christmas comes but once a year.
324
TUSSER: 500 _Pts. Good Hus.,_ Ch. 12.

Again at Christmas did we weave
The holly round the Christmas hearth;
The silent snow possess'd the earth.
325
TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. lxxvii., St. 1.

Bright be thy Christmas tide!
Carol it far and wide,
Jesus, the King and the Saviour, is come!
326
FRANCES R. HAVERGAL: _Christmas Mottoes._

Heap on more wood! the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
327
SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Canto vi., Introduction.

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,--not even a mouse.
328
CLEMENT C. MOORE: _A Visit from St. Nicholas._

=Church.=

Who builds a church to God, and not to fame,
Will never mark the marble with his name.
329
POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iii., Line 285.