"The _old_ and true saying, that a man is generally more inclined to feel kindly towards one on whom he has conferred favours than towards one from whom he has received them."--Macaulay, _Essay on Bacon_, p. 367. (1-vol. edit.)--Query, whose saying? "On s'attache par les services qu'on rend, bien plus qu'on n'est attache par les services qu'on recoit. C'est qu'il y a, dans le coeur de l'homme, bien plus d'orgueil que de reconnaissance."--Alex. Dumas, _La Comtesse de Charny_, II. ch. iii. * * * * * "But earthlier happy is the rose distilled Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness."--_Midsum. Night's Dream_, Act I. Sc. 1. "_Maria._ Responde tu mihi vicissim:--utrum spectaculum amoenius: rosa nitens et lactea in suo frutice, an decerpta digitis ac paulatim marcescens? "_Pamphilus._ Ego rosam existimo feliciorem quae marcescit in hominis manu, delectans interim et oculos et nares, quam quae senescit in frutice."--Erasmus, _Procus et Puella_. * * * * * "And spires whose silent finger points to heaven." (?) "And the white spire that points a world of rest."--Mrs. Sigourney, _Connecticut River_. * * * * * "She walks the waters _like a thing of life_."--_Byron._ "The master bold, The high-soul'd and the brave, Who ruled her _like a thing of life_ Amid the crested wave."--Mrs. Sigourney, _Bell of the Wreck_. * * * * * "Thy heroes, tho' the general doom Have swept the column from the tomb, A mightier monument command,-- The mountains of their native land!"--_Byron._ "Your mountains build their monument, Tho' ye destroy their dust."--Mrs. Sigourney, _Indian Names_. * * * * * "Else had I heard the steps, tho' low And light they fell, as when earth receives, In morn of frost, the wither'd leaves That drop when no winds blow."--Scott, _Triermain_, i. _5._ "Dropp'd, like shed blossoms, silent to the grass."--Hood, _Mids. Fairies_, viii. "There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass."--Tennyson, _Lotos-eaters_. {346} "Two such I saw, what time the labour'd ox In his loose traces from the furrow came."--Milton, _Comus_. "While labouring oxen, spent with toil and heat, In their loose traces from the field retreat."--Pope, _Pastoral_, iii. * * * * * "It is the curse of kings, to be attended By slaves that take their humours for a warrant To break into the bloody house of life, And, on the winking of authority, To understand a law: to know the meaning Of dangerous majesty, when perchance it frowns More upon humour than advised respect."--_King John_, Act IV. Sc. 2.