ONE THOUSAND FAMOUS THINGS 45

The Proof

IF the man who turnip cries,
Cry not when his father dies,
Tis a proof that he had rather
Have a turnip than his father.

Dr Johnson

Little Brother

AMONG the beautiful pictures
That hang on Memory's wall
Is one of a dim old forest,
That seemeth best of all.
I once had a little brother,
With eyes that were dark and deep j
In the lap of that old dim forest
He lieth in peace asleep ;
Light as the down of the thistle,
Free as the winds that blow,
We roved there the beautiful summers,
The summers of long ago ;
But his feet on the hills grew weary,
And, one of the autumn eves,
I made for my little brother
A bed of the yellow leaves.
Sweetly his pale arms folded
My neck in a meek embrace,
As the light of immortal beauty
Silently covered his face ;
And when the arrows of sunset
Lodged in the tree-tops bright,
He fell, in his saint-like beauty,
Asleep by the gates of light.
Therefore of all the pictures
That hang on Memory's wall,
The one of the dim old forest
Seemeth the best of all.

Alice Cary

Two Lines in Two Centuries

NATUBE and Nature's laws lay hid in night:
God said, Let Newton be, and all was light
Alexander Pope m the Eighteenth

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T did not last. The I>evil, howling So !
Let Einstein be, restored the status quo.
J. C. Sguire m the