Literary and Educational Supplement, No. 3. 



{Edited by the Students and Faculty of the San Die,s;o College (>f Letters.) 



A POETICAL MOSIAC. 



(Selected.) 



Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour 



( Voung)? 

 Life's but a summer, man a flower {/ohn- 



son). 

 By turns we catch the vital breath and 



die {Pope) — 

 The cradle and the tomb, alas! so nigh 



( Prior. ) 

 To be is better far than not to be [Sewell) 

 Though all man's life may seem a trag- 

 edy (Spencer); 

 But light cares speak when mighty cares 



are dumb {Datiiell)\ 

 The bottom is but shallow whence they 



come {Raleigh). 

 Your fate is but the common lot of all 



{Longfellow.) 

 Unmingled joys here to no man befall 



{Southwell ,) 

 Nature to each allots his proper sphere 



( Congreve. ) 

 Fortune makes folly her peculiar care 



( Churchill. ) 

 Custom does often reason overrule 



{Rochester;) 

 And throws a cruel sunshine on a fool 



{Arinstrott£C-) 

 Live well — how long or short, permit to 



Heaven {Milton;) 

 They who forgive most shall be most 



forgiven {Bailey \ 

 Sin may be clasped so close we cannot 



see its face ( Trench), 

 Vile intercourse where virtue has no 



place {Sonietville). 

 Then keep each passion down, however 



dear {Thompson), 

 Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear 



{Byron). 

 Her sensual snares let faithless Pleasure 



lay {Smollett) 

 With craft and skill, to ruin and betray 



{Crabbe); 

 Soar not too high to fall, but stoop to 



rise {Alassenger.^ 



We masters grow of all that we despise 



( Cowley. ) 

 Oh, then, renounce that impious self- 

 esteem {Beattie,) 

 Riches have wings and grandeur is a 



dream iCoiiper.) 

 Think not ambition wise because 'tis 



brave ( Davenant; ) 

 The path of glory lead but to the grave 



{Cray). 

 What is ambition? 'Tis a glorious cheat 



{Wilds,) 

 Only destructive to the brave and great 



{Addison.) 

 What's all the gaudy glitter of a crown 



{Dry den ) 

 The way t ) bliss lies not on bed ot down 



{Quarks.) 

 How long we live, not years, but actions 



tell { Watkins.) 

 The man lives twice who lives the first 



' life well {Herfick.) 

 Make then, while yet you may, your God 



your friend {Mason.) 

 Whom Christians worship, yet not com- 

 prehend {Hill.) 

 The trust that's given guard, and to your- 



selt be just {Dana,) 

 For, live we how we can, vet die we 



must {Shakespere.) 



:o:- 



WAITING. 



By the mossy old stone wall. 



From the trees the blossoms fall 

 Briafht the starlight burns above, 

 While I'm waiting for thee love 

 Waiting, waiting. 



In the golden even-tide. 



By the mossy old stone wall. 



On thy grave the dead leaves fall; 

 Soft the starlight beams above 

 I am lonely wailing love 

 Waiting, waiting 



For the golden even-tide. 

 Eulalie Woods. 



