ngs increase to her truth,
And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.
_The Happy Marriage_. E. MOORE.

Of earthly goods, the best is a good wife;
A bad, the bitterest curse of human life. SIMONIDES.

WIND.

Yet true it is, as cow chews cud,
And trees, at spring, do yield forth bud,
Except wind stands as never it stood,
It is an ill wind turns none to good.
_The Properties of Winds_. T. TUSSER.

Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
_King Henry VI., Pt. III. Act ii. Sc. 5_. SHAKESPEARE.

Pure was the temperate air, an even calm
Perpetual reigned, save what the zephyrs bland
Breathed o'er the blue expanse.
_Seasons: Spring_. J. THOMSON.

Under the yaller-pines I house,
When sunshine makes 'em all sweet-scented,
An' hear among their furry boughs
The baskin' west-wind purr contented.
_Biglow Papers, Second Series, No. X_. J.R. LOWELL.

A breeze came wandering from the sky,
Light as the whispers of a dream;
He put the o'erhanging grasses by,
And softly stooped to kiss the stream,
The pretty stream, the flattered stream,
The shy, yet unreluctant stream.
_The Wind and the Stream_. W.C. BRYANT.

As winds come whispering lightly from the West,
Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.
_Childe Harold, Canto II_. LORD BYRON.

The moaning winds of autumn sang their song.
_A Sicilian Story_. B.W. PROCTER _(Barry Cornwall)_.

Loud wind, strong wind, sweeping o'er the mountains,
Fresh wind, free wind, blowing from the sea,
Pour forth thy vials like streams from airy mountains,
Draughts of life to me.
_The North Wind_. D.M. MULOCK CRAIK.

I hear the wind among the trees
Playing celestial symphonies;
I see the branches downward bent,
Like keys of some great instrument.
_A Day of Sunshine_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

In winter when the dismal rain
Came down in slanting lines,
And wind, that grand old harper, smote
His thunder-harp of pines.
_A Life Drama_. A. SMITH.

'T was when the sea was roaring
With hollow blasts of wind.
_The What d' ye Call 't_. J. GAY.

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
_King Lear, Act iii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

The Lord descended from above
And bowed the heavens high;
And underneath his feet he cast
The darkness of the sky.

On cherubs and on cherubims
Full royally he rode;
And on the wings of all the winds
Came flying all abroad.