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"As you now stand, Miss Florence, looking so earnestly toward the east, you seehter: "'She stood before her father's gorgeous tent, To listen for his co on her shoulder, like a cloud Floating around a statue, and the wind Just swaying her light robe, revealed a shape Praxiteles ht worship: Her countenance was radiant with love: She looked to die for it--a being whose Whole existence was the pouring out Of rich and deep affections'"

As he looked upon her these lines were uttered half unconsciously; and then turning to Mary, he gently asked if hein his mind

"Certainly, Frank--continue your quotation; the lines never see at Florence as he spoke

"Doubtless not, Stewart, because never so applied Miss Hamilton, your cousin looks : "'Her face was pale, but very beautiful; her lip Had a more delicate outline, and the tint Was deeper But her countenance was like the Majesty of Angels'"

"Dr Bryant, is it possible you so far forget yourself and previously expressed opinions, as to ht you a sworn foe to the practise"

"On ordinary occasions, I am: and you may rest assured it is the last time I commit such an absurdity by a camp fire I think you once asked , I one day read an anecdote of the celebrated Greek professor, Dr Porson, which gavethe in a stage-coach, when a young Oxonian, fresh fro so other things a quotation froe-coach roused Porson, who half sluentleed us, just noith a quotation from Sophocles; I don't happen to remember it there'--'Oh, sir,' rejoined the tyro, 'the quotation is word for word, and in Sophocles too' The professor handed him a small edition of Sophocles, and requested hi about for soe is in Euripides' 'Then,' said Porson, handing him a similar edition of Euripides, 'perhaps you will be so kind as to find it for entleman returned unsuccessfully to the search, with the very pleasant cogitation of 'Curse e-coach,' The tittering of the ladies increased his confusion, and desperate at last, he exclaimed--'Bless e is in Æschylus The incorrigible professor dived again into his apparently botto;schylus; but the astounded Oxonian exclaimed, 'Stop the coach! Halloa! coachman, let ot the whole Bodleian library in his pocket Let me out, I say--itthis anecdote, I must confess to quite a penchant for quotations, but I assure you a full year elapsed ere I ventured on another; and for a long tientleman appeared, specter-like, before me, whenever I attempted one"