BRUTES.

their livelihood, but continue to feed them if they are tied to the nest, or confined within a cage, or by any other means appear to be out of a condition of supplying their own necessities. Addison.

BUILDING-Cautions against.

Never build after you are five-and-forty: have five years' income in hand before you lay a brick; and always calculate the expense at double the estimate. Kett.

BUILDING Situation for.

Mean time, the moist malignity to shun
Of burthen'd skies, mark where the dry cham-
paign

Swells into cheerful hills; where marjoram
And thyme, the love of bees, perfume the air;
And where the cynnorrhodon with the rose
For fragrance vies; for in the thirsty soil
Most fragrant breathe th' aromatic tribes.
There bid thy roofs high on the basking steep
Ascend, there light thy hospitable fires,
And let them see the winter morn arise,
The summer ev'ning blushing in the west;
While with umbrageous oaks the ridge behind
O'erhung, defends you from the blust'ring
north,

And bleak affliction of the peevish east.

O! when the growling winds contend, and all The sounding forest fluctuates in the storm, To sink in warm repose, and hear the din Howl o'er the steady battlements, delights Above the luxury of vulgar sleep.

Armstrong.

BUSINESS.

BURIAL-on the Battle-field.
Not a drum was heard-nor a funeral note,
As his corse to the rampart we hurried;
Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot
O'er the grave where our hero was buried.
We buried him darkly, at dead of night,
The sod with our bayonets turning,

By the struggling moonbeam's misty light,
And the lantern dimly burning.

No useless coffin inclosed his breast,

Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollow'd his narrow bed, And smooth'd down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head,

And we far away on the billow.

Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone,
And o'er the cold ashes upbraid him;
But little he'll reck, if they'll let him sleep on,
In the grave where a Briton has laid him.

But half of our heavy task was done,

When the clock toll'd the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun, That the foe was sullenly firing.

Slowly and sadly we laid him down,

From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone,

But we left him alone in his glory.

BURIAL-Nature Developed at a.

Wolfe.

BUSINESS-of Ordinary Life.

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The past is all too old for this age of gress. Look at this throng of carriages, this multitude of men and horses, of women and children. Every one of these has a reason for going this way rather than that. If we could penetrate their minds, and ascertain their motives, an epic poem would present itself, exhibiting the business of life as it actually is, with all its passions and interests, hopes and fears. A poem, whether in verse or prose, conceived in this spirit, and impartially written, would be the epic of the age. Carlyle.

Rare almost as great poets-rarer, perhaps, than veritable saints and martyrs-are consummate men of business. A man, to be excellent in this way, must not only be variously gifted, but his gifts should be nicely proportioned to one another. He must have in a high degree that virtue which men have always found the least pleasant of virtues-prudence. His prudence, however, will not be merely of a cautious and quiescent order, but that which, being ever actively engaged, is more fitly called discretion than prudence. Such a man must have an almost ignominious love of details, blended (and this is a rare combination) with a high power of imagination, enabling him to look along extended lines of possible action and put these details in their right places. He requires a great knowledge of character, with that exquisite tact which feels unerringly the right moment when to act. A discreet

rapidity must pervade all the movements of his thought and action. He must be singularly free from vanity, and is generally found to be an enthusiast, who has the art to conceal his enthusiasm.

BUSINESS-Minding One's Own,

Helps.

A man who cannot mind his own business, is not to be trusted with the king's. Saville.

BUSINESS-Requisites for.

There are in business three things necessary-knowledge, temper, and time. Feltham.

BUSINESS-Shrinking from.

Never shrink from doing anything which your business calls you to. The man who is above his business, may one day find his business above him. Drew.

BUSY-BODIES-Disappointments of. "In private life I never knew any one interfere with other people's disputes but that he heartily repented of it." Selwyn.

The late Lord Carlisle said:

BUSY-BODIES-Troubles of.

If you should see a man who were to cross from Dover to Calais, run about very busy and solicitous, and trouble himself many weeks before in making provisions for his voyage, would you commend him for a cautious and discreet person, or laugh at him for a timorous and impertinent coxcomb? A man who is excessive in his pains and diligence, and who consumes the greatest part of his time in furnishing the remainder with all conveniences, and even superfluities, is to angels and wise men no less ridiculous; he does as little consider the shortness of his passage, that he might proportion his cares accordingly. It is, alas! so narrow a strait betwixt the womb and the grave, that it might be called the Pas de Vie, as well as that the Pas de Calais. Cowley.

BUT.

It flies, and seems a flower that floats on air. Commine.

BUTTERFLY-Address to the.

Child of the sun! pursue thy rapturous flight,
Mingling with her thou lov'st in fields of light,
And where the flowers of paradise unfold,
Quaff fragrant nectar from their cups of gold:
There shall thy wings, rich as an evening sky,
Expand and shut with silent ecstasy:
Yet wert thou once a worm-a thing that crept
On the bare earth, then wrought a tomb and
slept.

And such is man!-soon from his cell of clay
To burst a seraph in the blaze of day. Rogers.

CALAMITIES.

CANDLELIGHT.

Methinks if you would know

How visitations of calamity

Affect the pious soul, 'tis shown ye there! Look yonder at that cloud, which, through the sky,

Sailing alone, doth cross in her career
The rolling moon! I watch'd it as it came,
And deem'd the deep opaque would blot her
beams;

But, melting like a wreath of snow, it hangs
In folds of wavy silver round, and clothes
The orb with richer beauties than her own,
Then passing, leaves her in her light serene!

Southey,

CALCULATION (Mental)-likened to a Detached Lever.

I have an immense respect for a man of talents-plus "the mathematics." But the calculating power alone should seem to be the least human of qualities, and to have the smallest amount of reason in it; since a machine can be made to do the work of three or four calculators, and better than any one of them. Sometimes I have been troubled that I had not a deeper intuitive apprehension of the relations of numbers. But the triumph of the ciphering hand-organ has consoled me. I always fancy I can hear the wheels clicking in a calculator's brain. The power of dealing with numbers is a kind of "detached lever" arrangement, which may be put into a mighty poor watch. I suppose it is about as common as the power of moving the ears voluntarily, which is a moderately rare endowment. Broag

CALM-Soothing Influence of a
So calm, the waters scarcely seem to stray,
And yet they glide like happiness away.
CALM-succeeding a Tempest.

Byron.

It is most depressing and miserable work getting up by candlelight. It is impossible to shave comfortably; it is impossible to have a satisfactory bath; it is impossible to find anything you want. Sleep, says Sancho Panza, covers a man all over like a mantle of comfort; but rising before daylight envelopes the entire being in petty misery. An indescribable vacuity makes itself felt in the epigastric regions, and a leaden heaviness weighs upon heart and spirits. It must be a considerable item in the hard lot of domestic servants, to have to get up through all the winter months in the cold dark house: let us be thankful to them through whose humble labours and selfdenial we find the cheerful fire blazing in the tidy breakfast parlour when we find our way downstairs. That same apartment looked cheerless enough when the housemaid entered it two hours ago. It is sad, when you are lying in bed of a morning, lazily conscious of that circling amplitude of comfort, to hear the

chilly cry of the poor sweep outside; or the tread of the factory hands shivering by in their thin garments towards the great cottonmill, glaring spectral out of its many windows, but at least with a cosy suggestion of warmth and light. Think of the baker, too, who rose in the dark of midnight that those hot rolls might appear on your breakfast table; and of the printer, intelligent, active, accurate to a degree that you careless folk who put no points in your letters have little idea of, whose labours have given you that damp sheet which in a little time will feel so crisp and firm after it has been duly dried, and which will tell you all that is going on over all the world, down to the opera which closed at twelve, and the Parliamentary debate which was not over till half-past four. It is good occasionally to rise at fire on a December morning, that you may feel how much you are indebted to some who do so for your sake all the winter through. No doubt they get accustomed to it; but so may you by doing it always. A great many people, living easy lives, have no idea of the discomfort of rising by candlelight. Probably they hardly ever did it; when they did it, they had a blazing fire and abundant light to dress by; and even with these advantages, which essentially change the nature of the enterprise, they have not done it for very long. Sala.

CANDOUR-Honesty of.

You talk to me in parables: You may have known that I'm no wordy man: Fine speeches are the instruments of knaves, Or fools that use them, when they want good

With windy nitre and quick sulphur fraught,
And rammed with bullet round ordain'd to kill,
Conceiveth fire, the heavens it doth fill
With thund'ring noise, and all the aire doth
choke,

That none can see, nor breathe, nor hear at will, Thro' smouldry cloud of duskish, stinking smoke,

That th' only breath him daunts who hath escapt his stroke. Spenser.

CANNONS.

The cannons have their bowels full of wrath; And ready mounted are they to spit forth Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls.

Shakspeare. CANT-Hypocrisy and Assumption of. We know not a more certain symptom of hypocrisy in religion, than in minds, themselves obviously worldly in the extreme, an exaggerated condemnation of all little worldlinesses in all other honest people, gravely jogging, or gravely skipping along their path of life. Those people are often the least worldly, on whom they who make the loudest boast of their unworldliness seek basely to affix that opprobrious epithet. For they walk the world with a heart pure as it is cheerful; they are, by that unpretending purity, saved from infection; as there are as many fair and healthy faces to be seen in the smoke and stir of cities, as in the rural wilds, so also are there as many fair and healthy spirits. The world, the wicked world, has not that power over us Christians that the canters say; and as for the mere amusements of the world, frivolous as they may too often be, little or no power have they over that which is "so majestical." Yet, to listen to some folks, you would think that all the boys and girls one sees, "like gay creatures of the element," dancing under a chandelier pendent from the roof, like some starry constellation, were quadrilling away to the sound of music into the bottomless pit. Is it not, for example, most disgusting and loathsome to hear some broad-backed, thick-calved, greasy-faced, wellfed and not badly-drunk caitiff, of some canting caste, distinguished in public and private life for the gross greediness with which they gobble up everything eatable within reach of their hairy fists-preaching and praying, and exhorting young people, full of flesh and blood of the purest and clearest quality, to forsake and forswear the world; to quell within them all mortal vanities, and appetites, and lusts. To whom is the hound haranguing! What means he by lusts, while the sweet face is before him of that innocent girl of fifteen or twenty? For what are years to her, into