de Musset._

No canvas absorbs color like memory.--_Willmott._

Of all the faculties of the mind, memory is the first that flourishes,
and the first that dies.--_Colton._

Joy's recollection is no longer joy; but sorrow's memory is sorrow
still.--_Byron._

A sealed book, at whose contents we tremble.--_L. E. Landon._

And fondly mourn the dear delusions gone.--_Prior._

How can such deep-imprinted images sleep in us at times, till a word, a
sound, awake them?--_Lessing._

In literature and art memory is a synonym for invention; it is the
life-blood of imagination, which faints and dies when the veins are
empty.--_Willmott._

Memory is the scribe of the soul.--_Aristotle._

The memory has as many moods as the temper, and shifts its scenery like
a diorama.--_George Eliot._

We must always have old memories and young hopes.--_Arsene Houssaye._

They teach us to remember; why do not they teach us to forget? There is
not a man living who has not, some time in his life, admitted that
memory was as much of a curse as a blessing.--_F. A. Durivage._

~Mercy.~--Mercy more becomes a magistrate than the vindictive wrath which
men call justice!--_Longfellow._

Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.--_Shakespeare._

'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes the throned monarch better
than his crown.--_Shakespeare._

Give money, but never lend it. Giving it only makes a man ungrateful;
lending it makes him an enemy.--_Dumas._

Mercy among the virtues is like the moon among the stars,--not so
sparkling and vivid as many, but dispensing a calm radiance that hallows
the whole. It is the bow that rests upon the bosom of the cloud when the
storm is past. It is the light that hovers above the
judgment-seat.--_Chapin._

We hand folks over to God's mercy, and show none ourselves.--_George
Eliot._

Among the attributes of God, although they are all equal, mercy shines
with even more brilliancy than justice.--_Cervantes._

~Milton.~--His poetry reminds us of the miracles of Alpine scenery. Nooks
and dells, beautiful as fairy land, are embosomed in its most rugged and
gigantic elevations. The roses and myrtles bloom unchilled on the verge
of the avalanche.--_Macaulay._

~Mind.~--It is with diseases of the mind as with diseases of the body, we
are half dead before we understand our disorder, and half cured when we
do.--_Colton._

The end which at present calls forth our efforts will be found when it
is once gained t