"What is a church?" Let truth and reason speak;
They would reply--"The faithful pure and meek,
From Christian folds, the one selected race,
Of all professions, and in every place."
330
CRABBE: _The Borough,_ Letter ii.

=Churchyard.=

The solitary, silent, solemn scene,
Where Caesars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie,
Blended in dust together; where the slave
Rests from his labors; where th' insulting proud
Resigns his power; the miser drops his hoard;
Where human folly sleeps.
331
DYER: _Ruins of Rome,_ Line 540.

=Churlishness.=

My master is of churlish disposition,
And little recks to find the way to heaven,
By doing deeds of hospitality.
332
SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 4.

=Circumstance.=

And grasps the skirts of happy chance,
And breasts the blows of circumstance.
333
TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. lxiii., St. 2.

=Citadel.=

A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon't.
334
SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act iv., Sc. 14.

=Citizens.=

Before man made us citizens, great Nature made us men.
335
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _The Capture of Fugitive Slaves._

=City.=

As one who long in populous city pent,
Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air.
336
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 445.

=Civilities.=

Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife,
Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.
337
DRYDEN: _Cym. and Iph.,_ Line 133.

=Clay.=

Tho' he trip and fall,
He shall not blind his soul with clay.
338
TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. vii., Line 308.

=Cleanliness.=

E'en from the body's purity, the mind
Receives a secret sympathetic aid.
339
THOMSON: _Seasons, Summer,_ Line 1269.

=Clergyman.=

Near yonder copse, where once the garden smil'd,
And still where many a garden flow'r grows wild,
There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose,
The village preacher's modest mansion rose.
A man he was to all the country dear,
And passing rich with forty pounds a year.
340
GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 137.

=Cliff.=

As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form,
Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,--
Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
341
GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 189.

=Clime.=

Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train,
To traverse climes beyond the western main.
342
GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_