They that on glorious ancestors enlarge,
  Produce their debt, instead of their discharge.
Love of Fame, Satire I.  DR. E. YOUNG.

  Few sons attain the praise of their great sires, and most
  their sires disgrace.
Odyssey, Bk.  II.  HOMER. Trans. of POPE.

  He stands for fame on his forefather’s feet,
  By heraldry, proved valiant or discreet I
Love of Fame, Satire I.  DR. E. YOUNG.

  Great families of yesterday we show,
  And lords whose parents were the Lord knows who.
The True-Born Englishman, Pt.  I.  D. DEFOE.

ART.

  For Art is Nature made by Man
  To Man the interpreter of God.
The Artist.  LORD LYTTON (Owen Meredith).

  In the elder days of Art. 
  Builders wrought with greatest care
  Each minute and unseen part;
  For the gods see everywhere.
The Builders.  H.W.  LONGFELLOW.

  It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize,
  And to be swift is less than to be wise. 
  ’Tis more by art, than force of numerous strokes.
Iliad, Bk.  XXIII.  HOMER. Trans. of POPE.

  His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand;
  His manners were gentle, complying, and bland;
  Still born to improve us in every part,
  His pencil our faces, his manners our heart.
Retaliation (Sir Joshua Reynolds).  O. GOLDSMITH.

  Around the mighty master came
    The marvels which his pencil wrought,
  Those miracles of power whose fame
    Is wide as human thought.
Raphael.  J.G.  WHITTIER.

ASPIRATION.

  Oh! could I throw aside these earthly bands
  That tie me down where wretched mortals sigh—­
  To join blest spirits in celestial lands!
To Laura in Death.  PETRARCH.

  Happy the heart that keeps its twilight hour,
  And, in the depths of heavenly peace reclined,
  Loves to commune with thoughts of tender power,—­
  Thoughts that ascend, like angels beautiful,
  A shining Jacob’s ladder of the mind!
Sonnet IX.  P.H.  HAYNE.

  The desire of the moth for the star,
    Of the night for the morrow,
  The devotion to something afar
    From the sphere of our sorrow.
To ——­:  One word is too often profaned.  P.B.  SHELLEY.

  I held it truth, with him who sings
    To one clear harp in divers tones,
    That men may rise on stepping-stones
  Of their dead selves to higher things.
In Memoriam, I.  A. TENNYSON.

AUTHORITY.

                              The rule
  Of the many is not well.  One must be chief
  In war and one the king.
Iliad, Bk.  II.  HOMER. Trans. of BRYANT.

  Authority intoxicates,
  And makes mere sots of magistrates;
  The fumes of it invade the brain,
  And make men giddy, proud, and vain.
Miscellaneous Thoughts.  S. BUTLER.