Filled with book-wisdom, pictured thought and love All things he understands, and nothing does. Of action, he will talk to you as one Whose wisdom lay in dealings and transactions; SIR HENRY TAYLOR. THE BOOK-STALL. IT stands in a winding street, Of the noisy heart of Trade; Here are precious gems of thought Here are curious rows of "calf," And perchance an Elzevir; Here are countless "mos And a parchment folio, of chaff, Like leaves that are cracked with cold, All puckered and brown and sear. In every age and clime Live the monarchs of the brain : CLINTON SCOLLARD. BOOKS. FOR why, who writes such histories as these JOHN HIGGINS. V. THE ARTS. FROM INFLUENCE OF MUSIC. 66 KING HENRY EIGHTH," ACT III. sc. 1. Every thing that heard him play, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care, and grief of heart- MUSIC. SHAKESPEARE. 66 FROM THE MERCHANT OF VENICE," ACT V. SC. 1. LORENZO.-How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music 362 Creep in our ears: soft stillness, and the night, Sit, Jessica: look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. JESSICA. I am never merry when I hear sweet music. LORENZO. The reason is your spirits are attentive. Therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods; Since naught so stockish, hard, and full of rage, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Let no such man be trusted. SHAKESPEARE. ΤΟ MUSIC, when soft voices die, Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose-leaves, when the rose is dead, PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. THE CELLO. WHEN late I heard the trembling cello play, That from dark, secret chambers where they lay Each face took on its mask, where lately burned But unto one who caught that inner flame RICHARD WATSON GILDER. A SONG FOR SAINT CECILIA'S DAY, 1687. FROM harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began ; And could not heave her head |