35. The laugh-provoking _pun_; absurd Though it be, far-fetched, hard to be discern'd, It serves the purpose if it shake our sides. GRAHAME. 36. You have a wish, and it is this--that in some uncouth glen, It were your lot to find a spot, unknown by selfish men, Where you might be securely free, like eremite of old, From worldly guile, from woman's wile, and friendships brief and cold. MOTHERWELL. 37. You love the fields, the woods, the streams, The wild-flowers fresh and sweet, And yet you love no less than these The crowded city street; For _haunts of men_, where'er they be, Awake your deepest sympathy. MARY HOWITT. 38. Sleep,--soft closer of our eyes, Low murmurer of tender lullabies. KEATS. 39. You love the sweet _Sabbath_, that bids in repose The plough in its mid-furrow stand. DR. GILMAN. 40. Pleasant it is when woods are green, And winds are soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene, Where, the long drooping boughs between, Shadows dark and sunlight sheen Alternate come and go. LONGFELLOW. 41. GENTLEMAN.--To beat the surges under you, And ride upon their backs; to tread the water Whose enmity you flung aside, and breast The surge most swollen, that meets you; your bold head 'Bove the contentious waves keeping, and oar Yourself with your good arms, in lusty stroke To the shore. _Tempest._ 41. LADY.--Beside the dimness of the _glimmering sea_, with a dear friend to linger, Beneath the gleams of the silver stars. SHELLEY. 42. To pluck some way-side flower, And _press it_ in the choicest nook Of a much-loved and oft-read _book_. J. R. LOWELL. 43. A wheel-footed _studying-chair_, Contrived both for toil and repose, Wide-elbow'd, and wadded with care, In which you both scribble and doze. COWPER. 44. GENTLEMAN.--Hurrah for you! the wind is up, it bloweth fresh and free, And every chord, instinct with life, pipes out its fearless glee; Big swell the bosom'd sails with joy, and they madly kiss the spray, As proudly through the foaming surge the sea-king bears away. MOTHERWELL. 44. LADY.--To place your lips to a spiral shell, And breathe through every fold; Or look for the depth of its pearly cell, As a miser would look for gold. MISS H. F. GOULD. 45. GENTLEMAN.-- The soil to tread Where man hath nobly striven, And life like incense hath been shed An offering unto heaven. MRS. HEMANS.