Trust me, Clara Vere de Vere, From yon blue heavens above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent, Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good; Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood. Tennyson. Almost any other youth than Ishmael Worth would have died of such injuries as he had sustained.

Mother Bunch having overheard him and Dent as they laid their plans together in the Star and Garter was an awkward circumstance. The whole thing looked ugly. He wished he were out of it. More particularly as he had never received any of Dent's promised gold. It behoved him, howe'er, to be careful, on no account must he betray himself or his fears to this astute daughter.

Wiggs, as she drove up with a flourish; "you never kin tell which way pleasure is a-comin'. Who ever would 'a' thought, when we aimed at the cemetery, that we'd land up at a first-class fire?" "The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart." Weeks and months slipped by, and the Cabbage Patch ate breakfast and supper by lamplight.

Just heaven forbids their words should blot the honor of my name, For pure and faithful is my heart, howe'er my foes defame; And Zaida, lovely Zaida, at a word that did me wrong, Would close her ears in scornful ire and curse the slanderous tongue. And, Fortune, do thy worst; it is not meant, By Allah, that his knight should die in banishment.

But howe'er that will be, here ye maun bide till the morn. And gin ye will heed guid counsel, ye'll haud your tongue," said Christie, at the same time good-naturedly setting down the hamper that contained Faustina's luxuries. She did not want it. She threw herself down upon one of the benches and burst into a passion of tears.

We han done our best to gi' the childer* food, howe'er we pinch ourselves." *Wickliffe uses "childre" in his Apology, page 26. "Han ye had no money fra' th' town?" "What concord HAN light and dark." "No; my master is Buckinghamshire born; and he's feared the town would send him back to his parish, if he went to th' board; so we've just borne on in hope o' better times.

One second of time is more than long enough for it; but eternity does not outlast it. In that wonderfully wise and tender and poetic book, the "Layman's Breviary," Leopold Schefer says, "A smile suffices to smile death away; And love defends thee e'en from wrath divine! Then let what may befall thee, still smile on! And howe'er Death may rob thee, still smile on!

For having praised Antisthenes for directing fools to an halter, he again blames him, saying that vice has nothing that should oblige us to depart out of life. Having thus traduced Plato, he in other places again praises him, and often alleges this saying of Euripides: Howe'er you may deride it, there's a Jove, With other gods, who sees men's ills above.

My prayers and alms, imperfect and defiled, Were but the feeble efforts of a child. Howe'er perform'd, it was their brightest part That they proceeded from a grateful heart. Cleans'd in Thine own all-purifying blood, Forgive their evil, and accept their good.

Life is no holiday: therein Are want and woe and sin, Death with nameless fears; and over all Our pitying tears must fall. The hour draws near, howe'er delayed or late, When, at the Eternal Gate, We leave the words and works we call our own, And lift void hands alone. For love to fill.