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LORD STOWELL. 1745-1836.

A dinner lubricates business.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. viii. p. 67, note._

The elegant simplicity of the three per cents.[437-1]

_Lives of the Lord Chancellors_ (Campbell). _Vol. x. Chap. 212._

FOOTNOTES:

[437-1] The sweet simplicity of the three per cents.--DISRAELI (Earl Beaconsfield): _Endymion._

SIR WILLIAM JONES. 1746-1794.

Than all Bocara's vaunted gold, Than all the gems of Samarcand.

_A Persian Song of Hafiz._

Go boldly forth, my simple lay, Whose accents flow with artless ease, Like orient pearls at random strung.[437-2]

_A Persian Song of Hafiz._

On parent knees, a naked new-born child, Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled; So live, that sinking in thy last long sleep, Calm thou mayst smile, while all around thee weep.

_From the Persian._

What constitutes a state? . . . . . . . Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and knowing, dare maintain. . . . . . . . And sovereign law, that state's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate, Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.[438-1]

_Ode in Imitation of Alcæus._

Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven, Ten to the world allot, and all to heaven.[438-2]

FOOTNOTES:

[437-2] 'T was he that ranged the words at random flung, Pierced the fair pearls and them together strung.

EASTWICK: _Anvari Suhaili._ (Translated from Firdousi.)

[438-1] Neither walls, theatres, porches, nor senseless equipage, make states, but men who are able to rely upon themselves.--ARISTIDES: _Orations_ (Jebb's edition), _vol. i._ (trans. by A. W. Austin).

By Themistocles alone, or with very few others, does this saying appear to be approved, which, though Alcæus formerly had produced, many afterwards claimed: "Not stones, nor wood, nor the art of artisans, make a state; but where men are who know how to take care of themselves, these are cities and walls."--_Ibid. vol. ii._

[438-2] See Coke, page 24.

JOHN LOGAN. 1748-1788.

Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year.

_To the Cuckoo._

Oh could I fly, I 'd fly with thee! We 'd make with joyful wing Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the spring.

_To the Cuckoo._

JONATHAN M. SEWALL. 1748-1808.

No pent-up Utica contracts your powers, But the whole boundless continent is yours.

_Epilogue to Cato._[439-1]

FOOTNOTES:

[439-1] Written for the Bow Street Theatre, Portsmouth, New Hampshire.

JOHN EDWIN. 1749-1790.

A man's ingress into the world is naked and bare, His progress through the world is trouble and care; And lastly, his egress out of the world, is nobody knows where. If we do well here, we shall do well there: I can tell you no more if I preach a whole year.[439-2]

_The Eccentricities of John Edwin_ (second edition), _vol. i. p. 74. London, 1791._

FOOTNOTES:

[439-2] These lines Edwin offers as heads of a "sermon." Longfellow places them in the mouth of "The Cobbler of Hagenau," as a "familiar tune." See "The Wayside Inn,