the breath of morn, her rising sweet
With charms of earliest birds; pleasant the sun,
When first on this delightful land he spreads
His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,
Glistering with dew.
_Paradise Lost, Bk. IV_. MILTON.

This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.
_Antony and Cleopatra, Act iv. So_. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

Morn,
Waked by the circling hours, with rosy hand
Unbarred the gates of light.
_Paradise Lost, Bk. VI_. MILTON.

Now morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime
Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl,
When Adam waked, so customed, for his sleep
Was aery-light, from pure digestion bred.
_Paradise Lost, Bk. V_. MILTON.

At last, the golden orientall gate
Of greatest heaven gan to open fayre,
And Phoebus, fresh as brydegrome to his mate.
Came dauncing forth, shaking his dewie hayre;
And hurls his glistring beams through gloomy ayre.
_Faerie Queene, Bk. I. Canto V_. E. SPENSER.

But yonder comes the powerful King of Day
Rejoicing in the east.
_The Seasons: Summer_. J. THOMSON.

'Tis always morning somewhere in the world,
And Eos rises, circling constantly
The varied regions of mankind. No pause
Of renovation and of freshening rays
She knows.
_Orion, Bk. III. Canto III_. R.H. HORNE.

MOTHER.

The only love which, on this teeming earth,
Asks no return for passion's wayward birth.
_The Dream_. HON. MRS. NORTON.

A mother's love,--how sweet the name!
What is a mother's love?--
A noble, pure and tender flame.
Enkindled from above.
To bless a heart of earthly mould;
The warmest love that can grow cold;--
This is a mother's love.
_A Mother's Love_. J. MONTGOMERY.

Hath he set bounds between their love and me?
I am their mother; who shall bar me from them?
_King Richard III., Act iv. Sc_.1. SHAKESPEARE.

The poor wren,
The most diminutive of birds, will fight,
Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
_Macbeth, Act iv. Sc_.2. SHAKESPEARE.

Where yet was ever found a mother
Who'd give her booby for another?
_Fables: The Mother, the Nurse, and the Fairy_, J. GAY.

Women know
The way to rear up children (to be just);
They know a simple, merry, tender knack
Of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes,
And stringing pretty words that make no sense,
And kissing full sen