rning shows how little mortals know;
Much wealth, how little worldlings can enjoy.
_Night Thoughts, Night VI_. DR. E. YOUNG.

Were man to live coeval with the sun.
The patriarch-pupil would be learning still.
_Night Thoughts, Night VII_. DR. E. YOUNG.

LETTERS.

Kind messages, that pass from land to land;
Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history,
In which we feel the pressure of a hand,--
One touch of fire,--and all the rest is mystery!
_The Seaside and the Fireside: Dedication_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

Every day brings a ship,
Every ship brings a word:
Well for those who have no fear,
Looking seaward well assured
That the word the vessel brings
Is the word they wish to hear.
_Letters_. R.W. EMERSON.

And oft the pangs of absence to remove
By letters, soft interpreters of love.
_Henry and Emma_. M. PRIOR.

Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words
That ever blotted paper!
_Merchant of Venice, Act iii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

I will touch
My mouth unto the leaves, caressingly;
And so wilt thou. Thus from these lips of mine
My message will go kissingly to thine.
With more than Fancy's load of luxury,
And prove a true love-letter.
_Sonnet (With a Letter)_. J.G. SAXE.

Jove and my stars be praised! Here is yet a postscript.
_Twelfth Night, Act ii. Sc_. 5. SHAKESPEARE.

Go, little letter, apace, apace,
Fly;
Fly to the light in the valley below--
Tell my wish to her dewy blue eye.
_The Letter_. A. TENNYSON.

LIFE.

Let observation, with extensive view,
Survey mankind from China to Peru;
Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife,
And watch the busy scenes of crowded life.
_The Vanity of Human Wishes_. DR. S. JOHNSON.

It matters not how long we live, but how.
_Festus, Sc. Wood and Water_. P.J. BAILEY.

Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st
Live well; how long or short permit to heaven.
_Paradise Lost, Bk, XI_. MILTON.

All is concentred in a life intense,
Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost,
But hath a part of being.
_Childe Harold, Canto III_. LORD BYRON.

Life for delays and doubts no time does give,
None ever yet made haste enough to live.
_Martial, Liber II_. A. COWLEY.

Learn to live well, that thou may'st die so too;
To live and die is all we have to do.
_Of Prudence_. SIR J. DENHAM.

"Live, while you live," the epicure would say,