The mob of gentlemen who write with ease. POPE. _Imitations of Horace._ Even Palinurus nodded at the helm. POPE. _The Dunciad._ I lisped in numbers, for the numbers came. POPE. _Prologue to the Satires._ Wit that can creep and pride that licks the dust. _Ditto._ Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne. _Ditto._ Damns with faint praise. _Ditto._ To point a moral or adorn a tale. DR. JOHNSON. _Vanity of Human Wishes._ Good wine needs no bush. SHAKSPEARE. _As You Like It._ A little round fat oily man of God. THOMSON. _The Castle of Indolence._ None but the brave deserve the fair. DRYDEN. _Alexander’s Feast._ Doubtless the pleasure is as great Of being cheated, as to cheat. BUTLER. _Hudibras, canto 3, part 2, lines 1 and 2._ And bid the devil take the hindmost. DO. _Canto 2, part 1, line 633._ And count the chickens ere they’re hatched. DO. _Canto 3, part 2, line 924._ He that complies against his will Is of his own opinion still. DO. _Canto 3, part 3, lines 547-8._ And look before you, ere you leap. DO. _Canto 2, part 2, line 503._ * * * * * TWO CRAYON SKETCHES. FROM LIFE STUDIES. BY ENNA DUVAL. 1.—“CHILD’S PLAY.” Napoleon!—years ago, and that great word, Compact of human breath in hate and dread And exultation, skied us overhead— An atmosphere whose lightning was the sword Scathing the cedars of the world. — That name consumed the silence of the snows In Alpine keeping, holy and cloud-hid! The mimic eagles dared what Nature’s did And over-rushed her mountainous repose In search of eyries; and the Egyptian river Mingled the same word with its grand—“For Ever.” ELIZABETH BARRETT. ’Tis but a child’s play, friend, pass on, nor wait— Take heed, that childish play foretells the future fate. ANON.