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Book v

. Chap. 9._

Why should the Devil have all the good tunes?

ROWLAND HILL (1744-1833).

Ho! why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Grey? And why does thy nose look so blue?

THOMAS HOLCROFT (1745-1809): _Gaffer Grey._

Millions for defence, but not one cent for tribute.

CHARLES COTESWORTH PINCKNEY (1746-1825),--when Ambassador to the French Republic, 1796.

And ye sall walk in silk attire, And siller hae to spare, Gin ye 'll consent to be his bride, Nor think o' Donald mair.

SUSANNA BLAMIRE (1747-1794): _The Siller Croun._

A glass is good, and a lass is good, And a pipe to smoke in cold weather; The world is good, and the people are good, And we 're all good fellows together.

JOHN O'KEEFE (1747-1833): _Sprigs of Laurel. Act ii. Sc. 1._

The moon had climb'd the highest hill Which rises o'er the source of Dee, And from the eastern summit shed Her silver light on tower and tree.

JOHN LOWE (1750- ----): _Mary's Dream._

Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise, The queen of the world and child of the skies! Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold, While ages on ages thy splendors unfold.

TIMOTHY DWIGHT (1752-1817): _Columbia._

Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, Hope, and comfort from above; Let us each, thy peace possessing, Triumph in redeeming love.

ROBERT HAWKER (1753-1827): _Benediction._

Roy's wife of Aldivalloch, Wat ye how she cheated me, As I came o'er the braes of Balloch?

ANNE GRANT (1755-1838): _Roy's Wife._

Bounding billows, cease your motion, Bear me not so swiftly o'er.

MARY ROBINSON (1758-1799): _Bounding Billows._

While Thee I seek, protecting Power, Be my vain wishes stilled; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled.

HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS (1762-1827): _Trust in Providence._

The glory dies not, and the grief is past.

SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES (1762-1837): _Sonnet on the Death of Sir Walter Scott._

Oh swiftly glides the bonnie boat, Just parted from the shore, And to the fisher's chorus-note Soft moves the dipping oar.

JOANNA BAILLIE (1762-1857): _Oh swiftly glides the Bonnie Boat._

'T was whisper'd in heaven, 't was mutter'd in hell, And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell; On the confines of earth 't was permitted to rest, And the depths of the ocean its presence confess'd.

CATHERINE M. FANSHAWE (1764-1834): _Enigma. The letter H._

Oh, it 's a snug little island! A right little, tight little island.

THOMAS DIBDIN (1771-1841): _The snug little Island._

And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves, While the earth bears a plant or the sea rolls its waves.

ROBERT TREAT PAINE (1772-1811): _Adams and Liberty._

They [the blacks] had no rights which the white man was bound to respect.

ROGER B. TANEY (1777-1864): _The Dred Scott Case_ (Howard, Rep. 19, p. 407).

To make a mountain of a mole-hill.

HENRY ELLIS (1777-1869): _Original Letters. Second Series, p. 312._

March to the battle-field, The foe is now before us; Each heart is Freedom's shield, And heaven is shining o'er us.

B. E. O'MEARA (1778-1836): _March to the Battle-Field._

Our country! In her intercourse with foreign nations may she always be in the right; but our country, right or wrong.

STEPHEN DECATUR (1779-1820): _Toast given at Norfolk, April, 1816._

Here shall the Press the People's right maintain, Unaw'd by influence and unbrib'd by gain; Here patriot Truth her glorious precepts draw, Pledg'd to Religion, Liberty, and Law.

JOSEPH STORY (1779-1845): _Motto of the "Salem Register."_ (Life of Story, Vol. i. p. 127.)

Let there be no inscription upon my tomb; let no man write my epitaph: no man can write my epitaph.

ROBERT EMMET (1780-1803): _Speech on his Trial and Conviction for High Treason, September, 1803._

Imitation is the sincerest flattery.

C. C. COLTON (1780-1832): _The Lacon._

Behold how brightly breaks the morning! Though bleak our lot, our hearts are warm.

JAMES KENNEY (1780-1849): _Behold how brightly breaks._

Unthinking, idle, wild, and young, I laugh'd and danc'd and talk'd and sung.

PRINCESS AMELIA (1783-1810).

A sound so fine, there 's nothing lives 'Twixt it and silence.

JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES (1784-1862): _Virginius, Act v. Sc. 2._

We have met the enemy, and they are ours.

OLIVER H. PERRY (1785-1820): _Letter to General Harrison_ (dated "United States Brig Niagara. Off the Western Sisters. Sept. 10, 1813, 4 P. M.").

Not she with trait'rous kiss her Saviour stung, Not she denied him with unholy tongue; She, while apostles shrank, could danger brave, Last at his cross and earliest at his grave.

EATON S. BARRETT (1785-1820): _Woman,