See the conquering hero comes,
  Sound the trumpet, beat the drums.
Orations of Joshua.  T. MORELL.

  The man that is not moved at what he reads,
  That takes not fire at their heroic deeds,
  Unworthy of the blessings of the brave,
  Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.
Table Talk.  W. COWPER.

HOME.

  Domestic happiness, thou only bliss
  Of paradise that has survived the fall!
The Task, Bk.  III.  W. COWPER.

  The first sure symptom of a mind in health
  Is rest of heart, and pleasure felt at home.
Night Thoughts, Night VIII.  DR. E. YOUNG.

  To make a happy fireside clime
    To weans and wife,
  That’s the true pathos and sublime
    Of human life.
Epistle to Dr. Blacklock.  R. BURNS.

  For the whole world, without a native home,
  Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
To the Bishop of Lincoln.  A. COWLEY.

His native home deep imaged in his soul. Odyssey, Bk.  XIII.  HOMER. Trans. of POPE.

  Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest;
  Home-keeping hearts are happiest,
  For those that wander they know not where
  Are full of trouble and full of care;
    To stay at home is best.
Song.  H.W.  LONGFELLOW.

  His home, the spot of earth supremely blest,
  A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest.
West Indies, Pt.  III.  J. MONTGOMERY.

  At Christmas play, and make good cheer,
  For Christmas comes but once a year.
The Farmer’s Daily Diet.  T. TUSSER.

  He kept no Christmas-house for once a year: 
  Each day his boards were filled with lordly fare.
A Maiden’s Dream.  R. GREENE.

  Alike all ages:  dames of ancient days
  Have led their children through the mirthful maze;
  And the gay grandsire, skilled in gestic lore,
  Has frisked beneath the burden of threescore.
The Traveller.  O. GOLDSMITH.

  Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast,
  Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,
  And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn

  Throws up a steamy column, and the cups,
  That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each,
  So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
The Task:  Winter Evening, Bk, IV.  W. COWPER.

HOPE.

  True hope is swift, and flies with swallow’s wings;
  Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
King Richard III., Act v.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

  Know then, whatever cheerful and serene
  Supports the mind, supports the body too;
  Hence, the most vital movement mortals feel
  Is hope, the balm and lifeblood of the soul.
Art of Preserving Health, Bk.  IV.  J. ARMSTRONG.

  O welcome, pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope,
  Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!
Comus.  MILTON.