GRACE.

Grace was in all her steps, heav'n in her
In every gesture, dignity and love.

MILTON, Par. Lost, bk. 8, line 488.

eye,

The beauties of Europe at last appeared; grace was in their steps, and sensibility sat smiling in every eye. GOLDSMITH, Essays, Genius of Love.

The lustre in your eye, heaven in your cheek,
Pleads your fair usage.

SHAKSPERE, Troilus and Cressida, act 4, sc. 4.

There's a language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,
Nay, her foot speaks.

SHAKSPERE, Tro. and Cres. Act 4, sc. 5.

GREAT CRY AND LITTLE WOOL.

The Author raises mountains seeming full,
But all the cry produces little wool.
KING'S Poems, Art of Cookery, line 195.
SWIFT, Prologue to a Play.

GREAT UNKNOWN.

A title borrowed, and given to the then unknown author of the Waverley Novels :

Far above all reward, yet to which all is due ;
And this, ye Great Unknown! is only known to you.
SWIFT, Ode to the Athenian Society, v. 7.

GREAT WITS.

Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.

DRYDEN, Absolom and Ahithophel.

GREATNESS.

In my stars I am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness; some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.

SHAKSPERE, Twelfth Night, act 2, sc. 5.

GREY MARE THE BETTER HORSE.

Unless you yield for better or for worse:
Then the she-pegasus shall gain the course;
And the Grey Mare will prove the better horse.
PRIOR, Epilogue to Lucius.

GRIEFS UNSPEAKABLE.

A heavier task could not have been impos'd, Than I to speak my griefs unspeakable. SHAKSPERE, Comedy of Errors, act 1, sc. 1.

GRINN'D HORRIBLY.

His comrades' terrors to beguile,
Grinn'd horribly a ghastly smile.
CHURCHILL, The Ghost, book 2.

He ceas'd, for both seem'd highly pleas'd, and
Death grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear
His famine should be fill'd, and blest his maw
Destin'd to that good hour.

MILTON, Paradise Lost, bk. 2, line 846.

GRINN'D LIKE A DOG.

Not even one was willing to imitate a dog when provoked; if they didn't laugh, they might, at least, have grinn'd with their teeth.

RILEY'S Plautus, The Captivi, act 3, sc. 1, p. 448.

NOTE. This is not unlike the expression used in the Psalms, (according to our Liturgy.) Psalm 59, v. 6. They grin like a

dog, and run about through the city.

GRONGAR HILL.

JOHN DYER.

GROWS WITH HIS GROWTH.

The young disease, which must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.

POPE. On Man, Epi. 2, s. 3.

GROVE.

Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother,
And half the platform just reflects the other.
POPE, Moral Essays, 4. To Burlington.

Star nods to star, each system has its brother,
And half the universe reflects the other.

Rev. GEO. GILFILLAN, Parody on the above.

H.

HAD I BUT SERVED MY GOD.

Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal
I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.

SHAKSPERE, Henry 8th, act 3, sc. 2, Wolsey.
Cast me not off in the time of old age;
forsake me not when my strength faileth.
Psalm 71, v. 9.

Had he no friend-no daughter dear,
His wandering toil to share and cheer;
No son to be his father's stay,
And guide him in the rugged way?

SCOTT, Last Minstrel, conclusion of canto 3.

Hail fellow! well met!

HAIL.

SWIFT. My Lady's Lamentation.

HALCYON DAYS.

Alcedonia-days of calm.

See an amusing note in RILEY's Plautus, vol. 2, p. 306, quoting Ovid's Metamorphoses, b. 11, line 744.

HALF-BAKED.

Ephraim is a cake not turned.

Hosea, c. 7, v. 8.

HALF IN A BLUSII.

Half in a blush of clustering roses lost.

THOMSON, Summer.

HAND AND GLOVE.

Connected as the hand and glove,
Is Madam Poetry and Love.
LLOYD'S Epi. to a Friend.

HANDSOME.

Handsome is, that handsome does.
GOLDSMITH, Vicar of Wakefield, c. 1.

He is gentle that doth gentle deeds.
SAUNDERS' Chaucer, vol. 1, p. 152.

HAPPINESS.

For next, a truth which can't admit
Reproof from wisdom or from wit,
To being happy here below,
Is to believe that we are so.

CHURCHILL, The Ghost, book 4.

When two events propitious meet,
They make the span of life most sweet.

WHEELWRIGHT's Pindar, 5th Isthmian Ode, line 11.

Happy the man, and he alone,

Who, master of himself, can say,
To-day at least hath been my own,
For I have clearly liv'd to-day :
Then let to-morrow's clouds arise,
Or purer suns o'erspread the cheerful skies.
FRANCIS' Horace, book 3, Ode 29.
DRYDEN, Sir J. Beaumont.

K