Again at Christmas did we weave
  The holly round the Christmas hearth;
  The silent snow possess’d the earth.
325
TENNYSON:  In Memoriam, Pt. lxxvii., St. 1.

Bright be thy Christmas tide! 
Carol it far and wide,
Jesus, the King and the Saviour, is come!
326
FRANCES R. HAVERGAL:  Christmas Mottoes.

Heap on more wood! the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.
327
SCOTT:  Marmion, Canto vi., Introduction.

’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring,—­not even a mouse. 328 CLEMENT C. MOORE:  A Visit from St. Nicholas.

=Church.=

Who builds a church to God, and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name. 329 POPE:  Moral Essays, Epis. iii., Line 285.

“What is a church?” Let truth and reason speak; They would reply—­“The faithful pure and meek, From Christian folds, the one selected race, Of all professions, and in every place.” 330 CRABBE:  The Borough, Letter ii.

=Churchyard.=

The solitary, silent, solemn scene,
Where Caesars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie,
Blended in dust together; where the slave
Rests from his labors; where th’ insulting proud
Resigns his power; the miser drops his hoard;
Where human folly sleeps.
331
DYER:  Ruins of Rome, Line 540.

=Churlishness.=

My master is of churlish disposition,
And little recks to find the way to heaven,
By doing deeds of hospitality.
332
SHAKS.:  As You Like It, Act ii., Sc. 4.

=Circumstance.=

And grasps the skirts of happy chance,
And breasts the blows of circumstance.
333
TENNYSON:  In Memoriam, Pt. lxiii., St. 2.

=Citadel.=

A tower’d citadel, a pendent rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon’t.
334
SHAKS.:  Ant. and Cleo., Act iv., Sc. 14.

=Citizens.=

Before man made us citizens, great Nature made us men. 335 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL:  The Capture of Fugitive Slaves.

=City.=

As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air. 336 MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. ix., Line 445.

=Civilities.=

Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife, Soon taught the sweet civilities of life. 337 DRYDEN:  Cym. and Iph., Line 133.

=Clay.=

Tho’ he trip and fall,
He shall not blind his soul with clay.
338
TENNYSON:  The Princess, Pt. vii., Line 308.

=Cleanliness.=

E’en from the body’s purity, the mind
Receives a secret sympathetic aid.
339
THOMSON:  Seasons, Summer, Line 1269.

=Clergyman.=

Near yonder copse, where once the garden smil’d, And still where many a garden flow’r grows wild, There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher’s modest mansion rose.  A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year. 340 GOLDSMITH:  Des.  Village, Line 137.