=Chiding.=

Chide him for faults, and do it reverently, When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth. 306 SHAKS.:  2 Henry IV., Sc. 4.

=Child—­Childhood—­Children.=

Ah! what would the world be to us
  If the children were no more? 
We should dread the desert behind us
  Worse than the dark before.
307
LONGFELLOW:  Children.

Behold the child, by nature’s kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw. 308 POPE:  Essay on Man. Epis. ii., Line 275.

The child is father of the man.
309
WORDSWORTH:  My Heart Leaps, Line 7.

Children are the keys of Paradise. 
They alone are good and wise,
Because their thoughts, their very lives are prayer
310
R.H.  STODDARD:  The Children’s Prayer.

I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days.  All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. 311 CHARLES LAMB:  Old Familiar Faces.

As children gath’ring pebbles on the shore. 312 MILTON:  Par.  Regained, Bk. iv., Line 330.

Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again, just for to-night. 313 ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN:  Rock Me to Sleep.

=Chime.=

Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. 314 MOORE:  A Canadian Boat-Song.

=Chivalry.=

Cervantes smil’d Spain’s chivalry away. 315 BYRON:  Don Juan, Canto xiii., St. 11.

=Choice.=

There’s small choice in rotten apples. 316 SHAKS.:  Tam. of the S., Act i., Sc. 1.

Follow thou thy choice. 317 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT:  Alcayde of Molina.

=Choler.=

Must I give way and room to your rash choler?  Shall I be frighted when a madman stares? 318 SHAKS.:  Jul.  Caesar, Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Chord.=

Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass’d in music out of sight. 319 TENNYSON:  Locksley Hall, Line 33.

=Christ.=

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:  As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free. 320 JULIA WARD HOWE:  Battle Hymn of the Republic.

Hail to the King of Bethlehem,
Who weareth in his diadem
The yellow crocus for the gem
Of his authority.
321
LONGFELLOW:  Christus, Golden Legend, Pt. iii.

Christ—­the one great word
Well worth all languages in earth or Heaven.
322
BAILEY:  Festus, Sc. Heaven.

We kind o’ thought Christ went agin war an’ pillage. 323 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL:  Biglow Papers, No. iii.

=Christmas.=

At Christmas play, and make good cheer,
For Christmas comes but once a year.
324
TUSSER:  500 Pts.  Good Hus., Ch. 12.