“Look! in this place ran Cassius’ dagger through.”
        —­Id., J. Caesar.

   “And when they list, their lean and flashy songs
    Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw.”
        —­Milton, Lycidas.

   “Did not great Julius bleed for justice’ sake?”
        —­Dodd and Shak. cor.

   “May I express thee’ unblam’d? since God is light”
        —­Milton, B. iii, l. 3.

   “Or hear’st thou rather pure ethereal stream?”
        —­Id., B. iii, l. 7.

   “Republics, kingdoms, empires, may decay;
     Great princes, heroes, sages, sink to nought.”
        —­Peirce or La-Rue cor.

   “Thou bringst, gay creature as thou art,
    A solemn image to my heart.”
        —­Hallock cor.

   “Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
    The proper study of mankind is Man.”
        —­Pope, on Man, Ep. ii, l. 1.

   “Raised on pilasters high of burnished gold.”
        —­Dr. S. Butler cor.

   “Love in Adalgise’ breast has fixed his sting.”
        —­Id.

   “Thirty days each have September,
    April, June, and old November;
    Each of the rest has thirty-one,
    Bating February alone,
    Which has twenty-eight in fine,
    Till leap-year gives it twenty-nine.”
        —­Dean Colet cor.

LESSON II.—­RHYTHM RESTORED.

   “’Twas not the fame of what he once had been,
    Or tales in records old and annals seen.”
        —­Rowe cor.

    “And Asia now and Afric are explored
    For high-priced dainties and the citron board.”
        —­Rowe cor.

    “Who knows not how the trembling judge beheld
    The peaceful court with arm~ed legions fill’d?”
        —­Rowe cor.

    “With thee the Scythian wilds we’ll wander o’er,
    With thee the burning Libyan sands explore.”
        —­Rowe cor.

    “Hasty and headlong, different paths they tread,
    As impulse blind and wild distraction lead.”
        —­Rowe cor.

    “But Fate reserv’d him to perform its doom,
    And be the minister of wrath to Rome.”
        —­Rowe cor.

    “Thus spoke the youth.  When Cato thus express’d
    The sacred counsels of his inmost breast.”
        —­Rowe cor.

    “These were the rigid manners of the man,
    This was the stubborn course in which they ran;
    The golden mean unchanging to pursue,
    Constant to keep the purpos’d end in view.”
        —­Rowe cor.