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Paragraphs Containing Parallel Construc¬tion. I. To be honest, to be kind—to earn a little and to spend a little less, to make upon the whole a family happier for his presence, to renounce when that shall be necessary and not be embittered, to keep a few friends but these without capitulation— above all, on the same grim condition to keep friends with himself— here is a task for all that a man has of fortitude and delicacy.. — ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON, A Christmas Sermon. .

Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, That 's the way for Billy and me.

—JAMES HOGG, A Boy's Song.

Where the heifers browse, where geese nip their food with short jerks ; Where sundown shadows lengthen over the limitless and lonesome prairie ; Where herds of buffalo make a crawling spread of the square miles far and near ; Where the humming-bird shimmers, where the neck of the long-lived swan is curving and winding ; Where the laughing-gull scoots by the shore when she laughs her near-human laugh ; Where bee-hives range on a gray bench in the garden half hid by the high weeds, Where band-neck'd partridges roost in a ring on the ground with their heads out.

—WALT WHITMAN, Leaves of Grass.

While this book lies on our table, we seem to be contemporaries of the writer [Milton]. We are trans¬ported a hundred and fifty years back. We can almost fancy that we are visiting him in his small lodging ; that we see him sitting at the old organ beneath the faded green hangings ; that we can catch the quick twinkle of his eyes, rolling in vain to find the day ; that we are reading in the lines of his noble countenance the proud and mournful history of his glory and his affliction ! We image to ourselves the breathless silence in which we should listen to his slightest word ; the passionate veneration with which we should kneel to kiss his hand and weep upon it ; the earnestness with which we should endeavor to console him, if indeed such a spirit could need consolation, for the neglect ofan age unworthy of his talents and his virtues ; the eagerness with which we should contest with his daugh¬ters, or with his Quaker friend Ellwood, the privilege of reading Homer to him, or of taking down the immortal accents which flowed from his lips.

—THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY, Essay on Milton.

You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, How the handsome Yenadizze Danced at Hiawatha's wedding ; How the gentle Chibiabos, He the sweetest of musicians, Sang his songs of love and longing ; How lagoo, the great boaster, He the marvelous story-teller, Told his tales of strange adventure, That the feast might be more joyous, That the time might pass more gayly, And the guests be more contented.

— HENRY W. LONGFELLOW, Hiawatha.