ge;
And if I chance to fall below
Demosthenes or Cicero,
Don't view me with a critic's eye,
But pass my imperfections by.
Large streams from little fountains flow,
Tall oaks from little acorns grow.
_Lines written for a School Declamation_. D. EVERETT.

Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy!
_Childe Harold, Canto II_. LORD BYRON.

SCIENCE.

While bright-eyed Science watches round.
_Ode for Music: Chorus_. T. GRAY.

There live, alas! of heaven-directed mien,
Of cultured soul, and sapient eye serene,
Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of a day,
Spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay,

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O Star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there,
To waft us home the message of despair?
_Pleasures of Hope_. T. CAMPBELL.

One science only will one genius fit,
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
_Essay on Criticism, Pt. I_. A. POPE.

By the glare of false science betrayed,
That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind.
_The Hermit_. J. BEATTIE.

I value science--none can prize it more,
It gives ten thousand motives to adore:
Be it religious, as it ought to be,
The heart it humbles, and it bows the knee.
_The Microcosm: Christian Science_. A. COLES.

SCOLD.

Unpack my heart with words,
And fall a cursing, like a very drab,
A scullion!
Fie upon 't! Foh!
_Hamlet, Act ii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

Find all his having and his holding
Reduced to eternal noise and scolding,--
The conjugal petard that tears
Down all portcullises of ears.
_Hudibras_. S. BUTLER.

Abroad too kind, at home 't is steadfast hate,
And one eternal tempest of debate.
_Love of Fame_. DR. E. YOUNG.

SCULPTURE.

As when, O lady mine,
With chiselled touch
The stone unhewn and cold
Becomes a living mould,
The more the marble wastes
The more the statue grows.
_Sonnet_. M. ANGELO. _Trans. of_ MRS. H. ROSCOE.

Sculpture is more than painting. It is greater
To raise the dead to life than to create
Phantoms that seem to live.
_Michael Angelo_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

So stands the statue that enchants the world,
So bending tries to veil the matchless boast,
The mingled beauties of exulting Greece.
_The Seasons: Summer_. J. THOMSON.

And the cold marble leapt to life a god.
_The Belvedere Apollo_. H.H. MILMAN.

Or view the lord of the unerring bow,
The god of life, an