Literary and Educational Supplement, No. 3. 



{Edited by the Students and Faculty of the San Diego College of Letters.) 



A POETICAL MOSIAC. 



(Selected.) 



Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour 



( Young)? 

 Life's but a summer, man a flower {John- 

 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 {Sew ell) 

 Though all man's life may seem a trag- 

 edy {Spencer); 

 But light cares speak when mighty cares 



are dumb {Daniel I); 

 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 



(Armstrong.) 

 Live well — how long or short, permit to 



Heaven {Milton;) 

 They who forgive most shall be most 



forgiven {B alley \ 

 Sin may be clasped so close we cannot 



see its face ( Trench), 

 Vile intercourse where virtue has no 



place {Somerville). 

 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 



(Cr abbey, 

 Soar not too high to fall, but stoop to 



rise (Massenger.) 



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 (Cowper.) 



Think not ambition wise because 'tis 

 brave ( Davenant; ) 



The path of glory lead but to the grave 

 (Gray). 



What is ambition? 'Tis a glorious cheat 

 (Willis, -) 



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 

 ( Quarles. ) 



How long we live, not years, but actions 

 tell ( Watkins.) 



The man lives twice who lives the first 

 life well (Hertick.) 



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- 

 self be just (Dana,) 



For, live we how we can, yet die we 

 must (Shakespere.) 



:o: 



WAITING. 



By the mossy old stone wall, 



From the trees the blossoms fall 

 Bright 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 waiting love 

 Waiting, waiting 



For the golden even-tide. 



Eulalie Woods. 



