...triumph-hours, save on the battle-day? ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE, OF NEW-YORK, SEPT. 1820. " The good die first, And they, whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Burn to the socket." GREEN be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! WORDSWORTH. None knew thee but to love thee,...

...door but she who dwelt within A daughter's welcome gave me, and I loved her As my own child. Oh, Sir ! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket. Many a passenger Hath blessed poor Margaret for her gentle looks, Whe.n she upheld the cool refreshment...

...door but she who dwelt within A daughter's welcome gave me, and I loved her As my own child. Oh, sir ! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket. Many a passenger Hath Messed poor Margaret for her gentle looks, When she upheld the cool refreshment...

...door but she who dwelt within A daughter's welcome gave me, and I loved her As my own child. O, sir! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust 2N Burn to the socket. Many a passenger Hath bless'd poor Margaret for her gentle looks, When she upheld...

...-wires! How soothly sings the Swan of Avon! sweetest when dirge is sympathetic — " The good die fint, And they whose hearts are dry as summer' dust Burn to the socket." There is a disease known to our insular catalogue of maladies called a "galloping consumption." Being...

...flowers an early grave. The great majority of the stranger-sleepers are under the age of twenty-five. " The good die first; And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Burn to the socket." I paused at a monument in relievo in the wall, with a lovely design in marble. It represented, in classic...

...friends, who, by his premature death, were reminded of the too frequently correct idea of the poet : " The good die first, " And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust " Burn to the socket." OCT. 9. — Aged 67, Martha, wife of Mr. Richard Bolton, corn-dealer, Barton-Street. Nov. — At Compton...

...but she who dwelt within A daughter's welcome gave me, and I loved her As my own child. (Oh, Sir ! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket) Many a passenger Hath blessed poor Margaret for her gentle looks, When she upheld the cool refreshment...

...sentiment into that well-known exclamation of the old wanderer in his great philosophic poem :— Oh, sir ! the good die first, And they, whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Burn to the socket. But to return — for the thought has pressed so often on the human heart, we could fill pages with...

...maxims, with clear, compact, and beautifully expressed truths. Take a very few at random : — Oh, Sir! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket. * * * « The food of hope Is meditated action ; robbed of this Her sole support, she languishes and dies. * * "...