CHARACTER OF HIM WHO LOVES YOU.

Falstaff.—" Will you tell me, Master Shallow, how to choose a man? Care I for the limb, the thewes, the stature, bulk and big assemblance of a man? Give me the spirit, Master Shallow."

Henry Fourth.

SHALL I DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER OF HIM

WHO LOVES YOU?

Ripe young man,

Of nimble apprehension, of a wise
And spreading observation; of whom
Already our old men do prophesy
Good and great things.

SHIRLEY-The Traitor.

2. Tis not the play of high-toned sense,
Nor keenly-eyed intelligence,

Which have the power we know so well
To charm us;--but a deeper spell,
A something in his holy life,

Which unapproachable by strife

Sheds its own halo round.

WILLIAMS-The Babtistery.

3. Every morning does this fellow put himself upon the rack with putting on his apparel, and manfully endures his tailor when he screws and twists his body into the fashion of his doublet.

SHIRLEY-The Bird in a Cage.

4.

I deem that he is one

Whose heart doth love in silent communings

To walk with nature, and from scenes like these

Of solemn sadness, to sublime the soul

To high endurance of all earthly pains
Of mind and body.

WILSON-The Hermitage.

5. There's aye thing yet-there's twa things yet

To brag on that ye know;

He never, never failed a friend,

And never feared a foe.

6.

Though looks and words

By the strong mastery of his practised will
Are overruled, the mounting blood betrays
An impulse in its secret spring, too deep
For his control.

NICOLL.

7.

SOUTHEY-Oliver Newman.

A merrier man,

Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.
His eye begets occasion for his wit;
For every object that the one doth catch,
The other turns to a mirth-moving jest.

Love's Labor Lost.

8. Pray note the fop-half powder and half lace, Nice as a bandbox is his dwelling place!

He's the gilt paper which apart you store,
And lock from vulgar hands in your 'scrutoire.
BENJAMIN FRANKLIN-Paper, a Poem.

9. And though, as you have said, the vernal bloom
Of his first spirits fading leaves him changed-
Tis not to worse, His mind is as a meadow
Of various grasses, rich and fresh beneath,
But o'er the surface some that come to seed
Have cast a color of sobriety.

TAYLOR-Edwin the Fair.

10. I suppose him virtuous, know him noble,

Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth;
In voices well divulged, free, learned, valiant,
And in dimension, and the shape of nature,
Gracious.

11. His talk is like a stream which runs

Twelfth Night.

With rapid change from rocks to roses;

He slips from politics to puns,

Passes from Mahomet to Moses;

Beginning with the laws which keep

The planets in their radiant courses,
And ending with some precept deep

For dressing eels, or shoeing horses.

PRAED-The Vicar.

12. All who approach him by that spell are bound,

Which nobler natures weave themselves around;