Part 6

JOHN TOBIN.

8. Thou, with a lofty soul, whose course The thoughtless oft condemn, Art touch'd by many airs from heaven Which never breathe on them. Moved too by many impulses, Which they do never know, Who round their earth-bound circles plod The dusty paths below.

ALBERT G. GREENE.

9. You look the whole world in the face, For you owe not any man.

LONGFELLOW.

10. You loiter, lounge, are lank and lazy, Though nothing ails you, yet uneasy; Your days insipid, dull, and tasteless, Your nights unquiet, long, and restless; And e'en your sports at balls and races, Your galloping through public places, Have sic parade, and pomp, and art, The joy can scarcely reach the heart.

BURNS--Twa Dogs.

11. Thou'st never bent at glory's shrine, To wealth thou'st never bow'd the knee, Beauty has heard no vows of thine, Thou lovest ease.

R. H. WILDE.

12. A gentleman of all Temperance.

Measure for Measure.

13. You are positive and fretful, Heedless, ignorant, forgetful.

SWIFT.

14. There is one rare, strange virtue in thy speeches, The secret of their mastery--they're short.

HALLECK.

15. For contemplation framed, Shy and unpractised in the strife of phrase, Yours is the language of the heavens, the power, The thought, the image, and the silent joy. Words are but under-agents in your soul.

WORDSWORTH.

16. You take delight in others' excellence, A gift which nature rarely doth dispense; Of all that breathe, 'tis you, perhaps, alone, Would be well pleased to see yourself outdone.

YOUNG--Epistles.

17. You are the Punch to stir up trouble, You wriggle, fidge, and make a riot, Put all your brother puppets out.

SWIFT.

18. You'd shake hands with a king upon his throne, And think it kindness to his majesty.

HALLECK.

19. The meanest thing, earth's feeblest worm, You fear to scorn or hate; But honor in a peasant's form The equal of the great.

EBENEZER ELLIOTT.

20. You may be thrown among the gay and reckless sons of life, But will not love the revel scene or head the brawling strife.

ELIZA COOK.

21. You are one, Who can play off your smiles and courtesies To every lady, of her lap-dog tired, Who wants a plaything.