In vain do we maintain and send forth armies; vain are the crowds of civil and military officers about our palace!

What do we know of the treaty of so-and-so that was signed in the year seventeen something?and so on.

We know that Caesar was ambitious; but we do not know whether he was more or less so than Pompey, nor do we know how far he was justified in his usurpation.

We read of courage, fortitude, patriotism, conjugal and parental love; but how seldom do we read of those who were capable of an exalted friendship for men, without provoking scandal or exciting rude suspicion?

The Duchess of Marlborough used to ridicule the vanity of it, by saying one might always live upon other people's follies: yet you see she built the most ridiculous house I ever saw, since it really is not habitable, from the excessive damps; so true it is, the things that we would do, those do we not, and the things we would not do, those do we daily.

Why to the Latin do we not premise the Greek, and to the Greek the Coptic and Oriental tongues?

Nor do we finde him forward to be sounded, But with a crafty Madnesse keepes aloofe: When we would bring him on to some Confession Of his true state.

Today, when we accept the necessity of labour, and even worship activity for its own sake, do we not need to be reminded that to pray is to labour?

What do we mean by a moral being?

What a vivid glimpse do we here obtain, from the graphic picture of an eye-witness, of the daily life in an ancient provincial forum; how completely do we seem to catch sight for a moment of that habitual expression of contempt which curled the thin lips of a Roman aristocrat in the presence of subject nations, and especially of Jews!

Neither do we think Sir T. Browne quite the thing for you just at present.

For do we respect the plans of Nature when we stifle one part of its thought, and the higher, at that?

Do we not gaze into each other's eyes?

At the same time, although we quarrel with the frigidity of the exterior, we do not question the warmth of its kitchens, or the potency of its cellars; neither do we affect any knowledge of the latternay, not even enough to weave into a "fashionable" novel.

Leaving this to have the weight it may be found to deserve, we turn to the original question; namely, What do we mean by Human or Poetic Truth?

Why do we teach history in that way?

And what do we gain by the spirit in us lusting against the flesh, and pulling us the opposite way?

Do we all join hands, like children playing Mulberry Bush, and say, "We are all responsible for this; but let us hope it will not spread.

In what kinds of examples do we meet with a doubtful case after a participle?

Late in that first week the old cry had begun to ring in his earsWhere do we go from here?bringing the cold perception that he would not go anywhere from here.

Do we not at once acknowledge the Art when we say, "How natural!"?

What do we gain by living in the asylum of ascetics, thus deprived of virtue, pleasure, and profit?

Do we quite realise that we are in large part responsible, not merely for the war, but for the long agony of horror which have provoked it and made it necessary; that when we talk of the jealousies and rivalries of the Powers as playing so large a part in the responsibility for these things, we represent, perhaps, the chief among those jealousies and rivalries?

What do we call the covering of a sheep?

To what end do we profess a religion whose dictates we so flagrantly violate?

" "Yes, sir; shall we shake out a reef in the foresail?" "Not yet, Watkins.

When shall we begin?" "You must give me time," answered Mon, reflectively.

Shall we, with the same singularity, oppose the World in this, as most of us do in pronouncing Latin?

What shall we ever do to repay you?" "Your father and mother were generous friends to me," replied Madame; "and now their children are in trouble, I will not forsake them.

Shall we be reduced to judge of your acts, and of the bloody incidents of the civil war, only by your own asseverations and those of your accomplices?

How the spiritual directionor shall we call it bossing?of motion or force (which only, according to Mr. Ewbank, produces results) applies itself,what is its point d'appui, its mode of modifying, its why of causing,he does not attempt to explain to us.

Sir, Shall we poppe him in som privy? Lord Av.

When they awoke, it was quite dark, and Grethel began to cry, "How shall we get out of the wood?"

"'The higher the better, my child, for so shall we gain the wider prospect.

Shall we not pray that His love may be shed abroad in all our hearts in richer measure?

CHAPTER I. WHERE SHALL WE LIVE?

10.The following are some of Dr. Johnson's "nouns;" which, in connexion with the foregoing remarks, I would submit to the judgement of the reader: "'Then shall we be news-crammed.

"What shall we say of noctambuloes?

"Shall we look upstairs?" "Oh, do you think we'd better?" "Don't you want to?" "Yes" "It isn't a libertywhen we have the proper spirit.

Shall we not drink to their happy union?

And Jack McMillan" "I don't believe I'd specify McMillan's claims to fame, or shall we say notoriety," observed "Scotty," with a twinkle in his eye.

Shall we have a woman's National Guard?

"Suppose the herd gets in trouble, what shall we do?" persisted Horace, on whose excited mind the words of the Three Stars' cowboy had made a lasting impression.

What shall we say?

Mr. Furness: How in the world shall we test that?

"What shall we say to Miss Cobbe's contention that duty will 'grow grey and cold' without God and immortality?

"Shall we talk of something else?" "By all means," agreed Kate.

"What shall we do next?" said Dalrymple, pulling drearily at his moustache.

If we shall suppose that American slavery is one of those offenses which, in the providence of God, must needs come, but which, having continued through His appointed time, He now wills to remove, and that He gives to both North and South this terrible war as the woe due to those by whom the offense came, shall we discern therein any departure from those divine attributes which the believers in a living God always ascribe to Him?

Shall we never have the pleasure to see you and Mrs. Trollope, to whom I beg you to give my best regards, here at Pesth?