Alas! and I have not The pleasant hour forgot, When one pert lady said— "Oh! I am quite Bewildered with affright; I see (sit quiet now!) a white hair on your head!" Another, more benign, Drew out that hair of mine, And in her own dark hair Pretended she had found That one, and twirled it round— Fair as she was, she never was so fair. Walter Savage Landor. WHAT matters it to him whose way Lies upward with the immortal dead, A few more hairs are turning gray, A few more years of life are fled! "LORD, keep my memory green." Prof. Norton. GR ROWING old is like bodily existence refining away into spiritual life. True, the ripeness of the soul is hidden in the decay of the body; but so is many a ripe fruit in its husk. William Mountford. DEATH is another life. We bow our heads At going out, we think, and enter straight P. J. Bailey. EVENING. I. WHEN eve empurples cliff and cave, Thoughts of the heart, how soft ye flow; Not softer on the western wave, The golden lines of sunset glow. II. Then all by chance or fate removed, III. And Life is like this fading hour, Heaven pours above the brighter blaze. IV. When morning paints with gorgeous dye, That turns not, at its eve, to Heaven. Croly. CHANGE o'er the youthful frame must roll, But love and life are of the soul! CALL him not old, whose visionary brain Holds o'er the past its undivided reign. Autocrat of the Breakfast Table, No. vii. A HEALTHY old fellow, that is not a fool, is the happiest creature living. At that time of life we have nothing to manage, as the phrase is; we speak the downright truth; and whether the rest of the world will give us the privilege, or not, we have so little to ask of them, that we can take it. Richard Steele. THE rarest of attainments is to grow old happily and gracefully. L. M. Child. TEMPERANCE. WOULDST see blithe looks, fresh cheeks beguile WOULDST Age? Wouldst see December smile? Would see nests of new roses grow In a bed of reverend snow? Warm thoughts, free spirits flattering In sum, wouldst see a man that can Fall with soft wings, stuck with soft flowers: Soul and body part like friends— This rare one, reader, wouldst thou see? Hark, hither! and thyself be he. Richard Crashaw. AS SI approve of a youth, that has something of the Old Man in him, so I am no less pleased with an Old Man that has something of the youth. Cicero. USE OF EXPERIENCE. I HAVE learned ae thing in folk to be ower misleared and importunate in their requests to their Maker. It's best to be thankful and grateful for what we receive, and gie him just his ain way o' things. He's nae likely to gang far wrang; an' gin he were, it's nae use crying a', ane for ane thing, and ane for anither, that likely to pit him right again. THE SAFE SIDE. HEN cease to wonder that I feel no grief THEN From age, which is of my delights the chief; For none of them my error shall deride! Sir John Denham. OLD friends are best. King James used to call for his old shoes; they were easiest for his feet. John Selden. DOST thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? TWELFTH NIGHT-Act II., Scene IV. |