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In giving giant bulks to others, takes from
The prince's just proportion, they lose
The name of virtues, and, their natures

Grow the most dangerous vices.

And on the other syde a pleasaunt grove
Was shott up high, full of the stately tree
That dedicated is t'Olympick love,
And to his sonne Alcides, whenas hee
Massinger. In Nemus gayned goodly victoree:
Therein the merry birdes of every sorte
Chaunted alowd their cheerfull harmonee.
And made emongst themselves a sweete consort,
That quickned the dull spright with musicall

BOWER-An Arabian.

Wide galleries ran all around the four sides, whose Moorish arches, slender pillars, and arabesque ornaments, carried the mind back, as in a dream, to the reign of Oriental romance in Spain. In the middle of the court, a fountain threw high its silvery water, falling in a never-ceasing spray into a marble basin, fringed with a deep border of fragrant violets. The water in the fountain, pellucid as crystal, was alive with myriads of gold and silver fishes, twinkling and darting through it, like so many living jewels. Around the fountain ran a walk, pared with a mosaic of pebbles, laid in various fanciful patterns; and this again was surrounded by turf smooth as green velvet. Two large orange-trees, now fragrant with blossoms, threw a delicious shade; arabesque sculpture, containing the choicest flowering plants of the tropics; huge pomegranate-trees, with their glossy leaves and flame-coloured flowers, dark

leaved Arabian jessamines, with their silvery
stars, geraniums, luxuriant roses bending
beneath their heavy abundance of flowers,
golden jessamines, lemon-scented verbenum,
all united their bloom and fragrance, while
here and there a mystic old aloe, with its
strange, massive leaves, sat looking like some
hoary old enchanter, sitting in weird grandeur
among the more perishable bloom and fra-
grance around it.
Mrs. Stowe.

BOWER-a Blissful.

And over him Art stryving to compayre
With Nature did an arber greene dispred,
Framed of wanton yvie, flouring fayre,
Through which the fragrant eglantine did spred
His prickling armes, entrayld with roses red,
Which daintie odours round about them threw;
And all within with flowres was garnished,
That when myld Zephyrus emongst them blew,
Did breath out bounteous smels, and painted
colors shew.


And fast beside there trickled softly downe
A gentle streame, whose murmuring wave did
Emongst the pumy stones, and made a sowne,
To lull him soft asleepe that by it lay:
The wearie traveller, wandring that way,
Therein did often quench his thirsty heat,
And then by it his wearie limbes display,
Whiles creeping slombre made him to forget
His former payne, and wypt away his toilsom


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BOWER-of Honeysuckles.

Bid her steal into the pleached bower,
Where honeysuckles ripen'd by the sun,
Forbid the sun to enter;-like to favourites,

Made proud by princes, that advance their pride
Against that power that bred it. Shakspeare.

BOYHOOD-Companion of.

Reddening to be so kissed; and oft at night,
Bewildered and bewitched by favourite stars,
We would breathe ourselves amid unfooted


For there is poetry where aught is pure;
Or over the still dark heath leap like harts
Through the broad moonlight, for we felt

I had
A friend with whom in boyhood I was wont
To learn, think, laugh, weep, strive, and love

For we were always rivals in all things-
Together up high, springy hills, to trace
A runnel to its birth-place; to pursue
A river; to search, haunt old ruined towers,
And muse in them; to scale the cloud-clad hills
While thunders murmured in our very ear;
To leap the lair of the live cataract,
Or crouch behind the broad white waterfall-

Tongue of the glen, like to a hidden thought-resting on its own self-trust, and to be neither
bought nor sold.
To reach, perchance, some long, green floating



Just when the sun's hot lip first touched the

BRAGGARTS-Insolent Assumption of.
Here's a stay,


That shakes the rotten carcass of old Death
Out of his rags! Here's a large mouth, indeed,
That spits forth death and mountains, rocks
and seas;

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BOYHOOD-Reminiscence of.

Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy? Byron.

BOYS-Characteristics of.

Boys are boys, and not little men. They are all alike except as to the colour of the

hair or pinafore. They all inherit the same pride, the same devil-may-care" ambition, the same spirit of mischief, and the same freemasonry of mutual confidence in all affairs Where is the boy who is willing to be outdone relating to the government of the boy-world. by a playmate? Where is the boy who will acknowledge to being beaten in fight with one of another school? Wherever such a one is to be found, guard him well, for fear he should grow up silly. It is positively astonishing what hairbreadth ventures boys engage in, merely to gratify some pride of rivalry, or to satisfy the eternal longing of a boy "to do something." In fact, there is nothing within range of possibility which a boy will not do. let the consequence be what it may, provided there is no unmistakable criminality; and then you learn what an honest nature lurks beneath that Puck's grinning countenance,

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Talks as familiarly of roaring lions,
As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs!
What cannoneer begot this lusty blood?
He speaks plain cannon, fire, and smoke, and

He gives the bastinado with his tongue;
Our ears are cudgell'd.

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BRAVE-Qualities of the.

The brave, 'tis true, do never shun the light:
Just are their thoughts, and open are their

Freely without disguise they love or hate :
Still are they found in the fair face of day,
And Heaven and men are judges of their



exhausted and go to the opera, you do not enjoy
music so much as if you were fresh. The same
occurs if you have exerted yourself mentally
by writing, you feel tired. This amount of
brain force is a constant quantity, influenced
no doubt by the health and strength of the
system. I do not believe in any analogy or
identity existing between nerve force and BREVITY-Advantages of.
electricity. Still, as a matter of illustration,
if you can fancy a cerebral "charge" equal to
forty for the entire brain, but that to dilate
the chest a force equal to twenty-two is re-
quired, or about half; then, if the animal is
strong, respiration is sustained; but if weak,
the nervous supply is less than this amount,
and the animal sinks. Now, suppose we take
the parts separately, and take away the brain
proper or cerebral lobes in very weak animals,
this is followed by stoppage of respiration.
M. Brown Séquard.

All brave men love; for he only is brave who has affections to fight for, whether in the daily battle of life, or in physical contests. Hawthorn.

BRAVERY-Characteristics of.

A brave man is clear in his discourse, and keeps close to truth. Aristotle.


That's a valiant flea that breakfast on the lip of a lion!



dares eat his

The best hearts, Trim, are ever the bravest, replied my uncle Toby. Sterne.



Careful and soft, that not a leaf may fall
Why such a golden eve? The breeze is sent
Before the serene father of them all
Bows down his summer head below the west.


Southey. BREVITY-Necessary to Proper Talking.

Talk to the point, and stop when you have reached it. The faculty some possess of making one idea cover a quire of paper, is not good for much. Be comprehensive in all you say or write. To fill a volume upon nothing is a credit to nobody; though Lord Chesterfield wrote a very clever poem upon nothing. There are men who get one idea into their heads, and but one, and they make the most of it. You can see it, and almost feel it, when in their presence. On all occasions it is produced, till it is worn as thin as charity. They remind one of a twenty-four pounder discharged at a humming bird. You hear a tremendous noise, see a volume of smoke, but

BRAVERY-Want of.

He is not worthy of the honeycomb

That shuns the hive, because the bees have you look in vain for the effects. The bird is



scattered to atoms. Just so with the idea. It is enveloped in a cloud, and lost amid the rumblings of words and flourishes. Short letters, sermons, speeches, and paragraphs, are favourites with us. Commend us to the young man who wrote to his father-" Dear sir, I am going to be married;" and also to the old gentleman who replied-" Dear son, Go ahead." Such are the men for action. They do more than they say. The half is not told in their cases. They are worth their weight in gold for every purpose in life. Reader, be short; and we will be short with John Neal.

Nature often enshrines gallant and noble hearts in weak bosoms-oftenest, God bless

her! in female breasts.


Brevity is the soul of wit,
And tediousness the limbs and outward

These are my thoughts;-I might have spun them out to a greater length, but I think a little plot of ground thick sown, is better than a great field which for the most part of it lies fallow. Norris.

And there's one rare strange virtue in their speeches,

The secret of their mastery-they are short.

If you would be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams-the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.


Brush'd with the kiss of rustling wings. Lamb. the advice.

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Turn'd westward, shaping in the steady clouds Thy sands and high white cliffs! Sweet

native isle,

This heart was proud, yea, mine eyes swam with tears To think of thee!


BRITAIN (Great)—the Seat of Freedom.
O native isle! fair freedom's happiest seat,
At thought of thee my bounding pulses beat:
At thought of thee my heart impatient burns,
And all my country on my soul returns.
When shall I see thy fields, whose plenteous

No power can ravish from th' industrious swain?
When kiss with pious love the sacred earth
That gave a Burleigh or a Russell birth?
When in the shade of laws that long have stood,
Propp'd by their care, or strengthen'd by their

Of fearless independence wisely vain,
The proudest slave of Bourbon's race disdain?
Lord Lyttleton.


BRITAIN (Great)-Physical Glories of.
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,

This fortress, built by Nature for herself,
Against infection, and the hand of war;

This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall;
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands;
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear'd for their breed, and famous by their

Renowned for their deeds, as far from home For Christian service and true chivalry.


Heavens! what a goodly prospect spreads around,

Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and spires,

And glittering towns, and gilded streamers, till all

The stretching landscape into smoke decays!
Happy Britannia! where the Queen of Arts,
Inspiring vigour, liberty abroad
Walks unconfined, even to the farthest cots,
And scatters plenty with unsparing hand.
Rich is thy soil, and merciful thy clime;
Thy streams unfailing in the summer's drought,
Unmatch'd thy guardian oaks, thy valleys float
With golden waves; and on the mountains

Bleat numberless; while rove around their sides,

Below, the blackening herds in lusty droves,

Beneath, thy meadows glow, and rise unquell'd
Against the mower's scythe. On every hand
Thy villas shine, thy country teems with wealth,
And property assures it to the swain,
Pleased and unwearied, in his guardian toil.
Fill'd are thy cities with the sons of Art.
Mingling are heard; even Drudgery himself,
And trade and joy, in every busy street,

As at the car he sweats, or dusty hews
The palace stone, looks gay; thy crowded

Where rising masts an endless prospect yield,
With labour burn, and echo to the shouts
Of hurried sailor, as he hearty waves
His last adieu, and loosening every sheet,
Resigns the spreading vessel to the wind.
Bold, firm, and graceful are thy generous youth,
Scattering the nations where they go, and first
Or on the lifted plain, or stormy seas.
Mild are thy glories too, as o'er the plains
Of thriving peace thy thoughtful fires preside;
In genius and substantial learning high.
For every virtue, every worth renown'd;


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Sincere, plain-hearted, hospitable, kind; Yet, like the mustering thunder when provoked,

The dread of tyrants, and the sole resource
Of those that under grim oppression groan.

Thomson. BRITAIN (Great)-Invulnerability of. England is safe, if true within itself.

Let us be back'd with God, and with the seas,
Which He hath given for fence impregnable,
And with their helps only defend ourselves;
In them, and in ourselves, our safety lies.

BRITAIN (Great)-Power of.

I see thy commerce, Britain, grasp the world: All nations serve thee, ev'ry foreign flood, Subjected, pays its tribute to the Thames. Thither the golden South obedient pours His sunny treasures; thither the soft East Her spices, delicacies, gentle gifts; And thither his rough trade the stormy North. See where beyond the vast Atlantic surge, By boldest keels untouch'd a dreadful space! Shores yet unfound, arise, in youthful prime, With towering forests, mighty rivers crown: These stoop to Britain's thunder. This new I world,

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Oh, yes! the spirit breaks, but not for love. Love is the dream of early youth, and the spirit breaks not then. Youth has itself the elements of so much happiness; its energy, its hope, its trust, its fond belief that everything is beautiful, that every one is true, and its warm affections, all give a buoyancy, an evermoving principle of joy; and though the spirit bow, it breaks not then. It is in after-years, when stern experience has become our teacher, when the bright glowing hue of hope has passed away, and in its place dark shadows fall; when all life's billows have swept over us, and each succeeding wave has left its furrows on the soul; oh! then it is the spirit breaks, and all man's boasted energy gives way. Sala. BROOK-Picturesque Ruralities of a. Around the adjoining brook, that purls along The vocal grove, now fretting o'er a rock, Now scarcely moving through a reedy pool, Now starting to a sudden stream, and now

Gently diffused into a limpid plain;

A various group the herds and flocks compose;
Rural confusion! on the grassy bank
Some ruminating lie, while others stand
Half in the flood, and often bending sip
The circling surface. In the middle droops
The strong laborious ox, of honest front,
Which incomposed he shakes; and from his

The troublous insects lashes with his tail,
Returning still.
BROTHERHOOD-Need of our common.

The race of mankind would perish, did they cease to aid each other. From the time that the mother binds the child's head, till the moment that some kind assistant wipes the death-damp from the brow of the dying, we cannot exist without mutual help. All, therefore, that need aid, have a right to ask it from their fellow-mortals; no one who holds the power of granting, can refuse it without guilt. Sir Walter Scott.

BRUTES-Natural Love in.

is much more violent and intense than in Notwithstanding that natural love in brutes rational creatures, Providence has taken care that it should be no longer troublesome to the parent than it is useful to the young; for so soon as the wants of the latter cease, the mother withdraws her fondness, and leaves them to provide for themselves; and what is a very remarkable circumstance in this part of instinct, we find that the love of the parent may be lengthened out beyond the usual time, if the preservation of the species requires it: as we may see in birds that drive away their young as soon as they are able to get

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