No2 funeral rite, nor* man in2 mournful weeds,...no2 mournful bell2 shall ring2 her2 burial; but throw her forth2 to beasts, and birds of prey2.-Titus Andronicus, Sh.

The words are repeated, the bridal is done2, the rite is completed the two2 they are one2: the vow it is spoken all2 pure from the heart2,...that must not2 be2 broken till life shall depart.-Gerald Griffin.

"Tis certain he could write, and cypher too2.-Goldsmith.

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Avoid, as a serpent, him2 who writes impertinently, yet speaks politely.

Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had* need2 have a great2 memory; if he confer little, he had need2 have a present wit*; and if he read2 little, he had need* have much cunning to seem2 to know2 that' he doth not2.— Bacon.

'Tis hard to say if greater want of skill...appear in writing or* in judging ill; but2 of the two2, less dangerous is the* offence...to tire the patience than mislead the sense. Some2 few in2 that', but thousands err in this'; ten censure wrong for one2 who writes amiss.-Pope.

All nature is but2 art, unknown to thee; all2 chance, direction which thou canst not2 see2; all discord, harmony not understood; all2 partial evil, universal good. And spite of pride2, in erring Reason's spite, one2 truth is clear, whatever is' is right.-Pope.

Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows2,...why this same strict and most observant watch,...so3 nightly2 toils the subjects of the land? and why such daily cast2 of brazen cannon,...and foreign mart for implements of war? Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore2 task-does not2 divide the Sunday from the week?? What might be toward, that this sweaty haste...doth make the night2 joint labourer with the day;-Who is 't, that can* inform me?-Hamlet, Sh.

116.-ROAD, RODE, ROWED,

In the opinion of the world2, the road to wealth is the only road to happiness. And if peace of mind and health of body were* as* easily purchased as a coach or* a dainty repast, then undoubtedly wealth would be the road to happiness.

I saw him2 once before; ho rode upon a coal-black steed,... and tens of thousands thronged the road, and bade2 their2 warrior speed.-Letitia Landon.

Then she rode forth2, clothed on with chastity: the deep airt listened round her as* she rode, and all the low wind hardly breathed for fear.-Tennyson.

The boat has left a stormy land, a stormy sea2 before her, ...when, oh! too2 strong for human hand,...the tempest gathered o'er her. And still they rowed, amid the roar*...of waters fast prevailing: Lord Ullin reached that fatal shore,... his wrath was changed to wailing. For, sore2 dismayed through2 storm and shade...his child he did discover: one2 lovely arm she* stretched for aid, and one2 was round her lover. ---Campbell.

117.-ROAM, ROME.

Oh! those were happy times for me, when* I could rove like bird or bee2; o'er hill and dale could gaily roam... around my girlhood's happy home.

Rome, Rome! thou art no2 more* as thou hast been2 ! On thy seven hills of yore thou sat'st a queen. Thou hadst thy triumphs then purpling the street; leaders and sceptered men bowed at thy feet?. They that thy mantles2 wore, as gods were seen2-Rome, Rome! thou art no2 more* as* thou hast been2.-Mrs. Hemans.

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118.-ROE, ROW.

Thou wert swift, O Morar! as a roe on the hill; terrible, a meteor of fire. Thy wrath was as the storm; thy sword2, in battle, as lightning in the field. Thy voice was like a stream after rain3, like thunder on distant hills*. Many fell by2 thy arm*; they were consumed in the flames of thy wrath.-Ossian.

Say, thou wilt course2; thy greyhounds are as swift...as breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.-Sh.

Here comes Romeo, without his roe, like a dried herring*: O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified!-Sh.

Let the bright Seraphim, in2 burning row, their2 loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow; let the cherubic host, in tuneful choirs2, touch their immortal harps with golden wires.

O'tis a glorious sights to see2...the charge of the Christian chivalry; when* thundering over the ground they go, their2 lances levelled in long, long row.—From Oberon.

119.-ROOM, RHEUM.

Make room, and let him2 stand before our2 face.-Sh.

When that this body did contain a spirit,...a kingdom for it was too small a bound; but now two2 paces of the vilest earth...is room enough.-Sh.

The North-east wind,...which* then blew2 bitterly against our2 faces,...awaked the sleeping rheum; and so3, by chance, ....did grace our2 hollow parting with a tear2.-Sh.

He was laid2 up with rheumatic fever.

120.-ROOD, RUDE, RUED.

A time there was ere1 England's griefs began, when* every rood of ground maintained its man.- -Goldsmith.

Friar John of Tillmouth were the man; a blithesome brother at the can*, a welcome guest2 in hall2 and bower, he knows2 each castle, town, and tower, in which* the wine and ale2 are good, 'twixt Newcastle and Holyrood.-Scott.

Queen: Have you2 forgot me? Hamlet: No2, by the rood, not2 so3: you2 are the queen, your* husband's brother's wife; and-would it were not2 so3-you3 are my mother.Sh.

Rude am 12 in my speech, and little blessed2 with the set phrase of speech.-Sh.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,...thou art not2 so3 unkind ...as man's ingratitude: thy tooth is not2 so3 keen, because thou art not seen2, although thy breath be2 rude. Freeze2, freeze2, thou bitter sky, thou dost2 not2 bite2 so3 nigh...a benefits forgot though thou the waters warp, thy sting is not2 so3 sharp...as* friend remembered not2.-As you like it, Sh.

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Thou art too wild, too2 rude and bold of voice; parts, that become thee happily enough,...and in such eyes as ours2 appear not2 faults; but where* thou art not known, why, there they show...something too2 liberal.-Merchant of Venice.-Sh.

Was ever son2 so3 rued a father's death.-Sh.

121.-ROOT, ROUTE.

The roots are the parts of the plant on which* it is* chiefly dependent for the supply of the moisture which* its growth requires; and they also serve to fix it in the earth.

And the remnant that is escaped 'of the house of Judah shall yet again take root downward, and bear2 fruit upward.—B.

Geneva, the largest town in Switzerland, with a population of 31,000, is seated on both banks of the Rhone, at its exit from the lake, and is much visited, being one of the leading routes to Mont Blanc, as* well as on account of its beautiful environs.

The overland route to India, though more* expensive than that round the Cape of Good Hope, occupies very much less time2.

122.-SEA, SEE.

The sea, the sea, the open sea,...the blue2, the fresh, the ever free. Without a mark2, without a bound,...it runneth the earth's wide regions round; it plays with the clouds, it

mocks the skies,...or like a cradled creature lies. I'm on the sea, I'm on the sea; I am where* I would2 ever be2.—Song.

So3 all day long the noise of battle rolled...among the mountains by the winter sea.-Tennyson.

While* man exclaims, "See, all things for my use!" "See man for mine!" replies a pampered goose.-Pope.

It is only necessary to grow old*, to become more2 indulgent. I see2 no2 fault committed that I have not2 committed myself.

In2 yonder chair I see him sit2...three fingers round the old* silver cup;—I see his grey eyes twinkle yet...at his own* jest.-Tennyson.

123.-SEEM, SEAM.

Work, work, work, till the brain begins to swim; work, work, work, till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam, and gusset, and band; band, and gusset, and seam,...till over the buttons I fall asleep,...and sew3 them on in2 a dream.-Hood.

So3 sweet it seems with thee to walk, and once again to woo thee mine; it seems in after-dinner talk across the walnuts and the wine*.-Tennyson.

124.-SEEN, SCENE.

Haply some2 hoary-headed swain may say...oft have we seen him2 at the peep of dawn,... brushing, with hasty steps, the dews2 away,...to meet the sun2 upon the2 upland lawn.Gray's Elegy.

Full many a gem of purest ray serene...the dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear2; full many a flower2 is born to blush unseen, and waste2 its fragrance on the desert air.4. Gray's Elegy.

The scene was savage, but the scene was new2; this made2 the ceaseless toil of travel sweet2.-Byron.