Misfortune.—­The diamond of character is revealed by the concussion of misfortune, as the splendor of the precious jewel of the mine is developed by the blows of the lapidary.—­F.A.  DURIVAGE.

A soul exasperated in ills, falls out
With everything, its friend, itself. 
—­Addison.

We have all of us sufficient fortitude to bear the misfortunes of others.—­La ROCHEFOUCAULD.

The good man, even though overwhelmed by misfortune, loses never his inborn greatness of soul.  Camphor-wood burnt in the fire becomes all the more fragrant.—­SATAKA.

Who hath not known ill-fortune, never knew
Himself, or his own virtue. 
—­Mallet.

Little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune; but great minds rise above it.—­Washington Irving.

Misfortunes are, in morals, what bitters are in medicine:  each is at first disagreeable; but as the bitters act as corroborants to the stomach, so adversity chastens and ameliorates the disposition.—­From the French.

When one is past, another care we have;
Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave. 
—­Herrick.

The greatest misfortune of all is not to be able to bear misfortune.  —­Bias.

I believe, indeed, that it is more laudable to suffer great misfortunes than to do great things.—­Stanislaus.

Our bravest lessons are not learned through success, but misadventure.  —­Alcott.

The less we parade our misfortunes the more sympathy we command.  —­Orville Dewey.

It is a celebrated thought of Socrates, that if all the misfortunes of mankind were cast into a public stock, in order to be equally distributed among the whole species, those who now think themselves the most unhappy would prefer the share they are already possessed of, before that which would fall to them by such a division.—­Addison.

We should learn, by reflecting on the misfortunes which have attended others, that there is nothing singular in those which befall ourselves.  —­MELMOTH.

Most of our misfortunes are more supportable than the comments of our friends upon them.—­Colton.

Mob.—­The mob has nothing to lose, everything to gain.—­Goethe.

The mob have neither judgment nor principle,—­ready to bawl at night for the reverse of what they desired in the morning.—­Tacitus.

The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.—­Dryden.

The mob is a sort of bear; while your ring is through its nose, it will even dance under your cudgel; but should the ring slip, and you lose your hold, the brute will turn and rend you.—­Jane Porter.

                     Inconstant, blind,

Deserting friends at need, and duped by foes;
Loud and seditious, when a chief inspired
Their headlong fury, but, of him deprived,
Already slaves that lick’d the scourging hand. 

                                    —­Thomson.