If trial only was thy end, as once was thy pretence,* enough surely hast thou tried this paragon of virtue and vigilance.

Your assistance I am sure of, if I require it; for you dislike this paragon of her sex almost as much as I do.

Cause and effect, sirphilosophy and poetry unite to render this edifice the paragon and brag of architectural magnificence.

This and her downcast modest demeanor were perhaps at first disappointing to the crowd, who had evidently expected a paragon of lovelinessas the Circe of the grim ascetic defendant, who sat beside his counsel.

Mr. Wenham fancied himself a paragon of national independence, and was constantly talking of American excellencies, though the ancient impressions still lingered in his moral system, as men look askance for the ghosts which frightened their childhood on crossing a church-yard in the dark.

And there she lay, clasping in death her lover's lifeless face, Her valor's paragon, and she the glass of woman's grace.

By the side of Flint, Lily Condor loomed a very paragon of the social amenities.

" To this note Mrs. Wilson, bitterly regretting the necessity which compelled her to forego the pleasure of meeting her paragon, wrote in reply a short letter, disliking the formality of a note.

" "Please, sir," burst out this paragon of all the virtues, "I" "

Then why with simple pomp and funeral Would you entomb so rare a paragon? CORNELIA.

The height of mendacious talent is shown in representing this paragon of virtue to be a brawler, a blackguard, a swindler, an infidel, and a bad husband and father.

Shea Miss Van Rolsenwas seeking a paragon, not a person.

He had already been very unfortunate in his plans for obtaining a perfect wife,having vainly provided for the education of two foundlings between whom he promised himself to select a paragon of a helpmate.

Ye, whose high worths surpassing paragon Could not on earth have found one fit for mate, Ne but in heaven matchable to none, Why did ye stoup unto so lowly state?

And whilst the doating father thinks his child A paragon of worth and bashfulness, Her thoughts are hovering round the precious form Of her sweet furnace-breathing Don Diego!

How can Mr. Sloane fail to believe that he possesses a paragon?