lowers were heaped together.
785
CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

God the first garden made, and the first city, Cain.
786
COWLEY: _The Garden,_ Essay v.

=Garret.=

Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.
787
BYRON: _A Sketch._

=Garrick.=

Here lies David Garrick--describe him who can,
An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.
As an actor, confess'd without rival to shine;
As a wit, if not first, in the very first line;
Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart,
The man had his failings--a dupe to his art.
Like an ill-judging beauty, his colors he spread,
And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red.
On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting:
'Twas only that when he was off, he was acting.
788
GOLDSMITH: _Retaliation,_ Line 93.

=Gem.=

Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear.
789
GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 14.

=Genius.=

Time, place, and action, may with pains be wrought.
But genius must be born, and never can be taught.
790
DRYDEN: _Epis. to Congreve_ Line 59.

Nor mourn the unalterable Days
That Genius goes and Folly Stays.
791
EMERSON: _In Memoriam._

=Gentleman.=

We are gentlemen,
That neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes,
Envy the great, nor do the low despise.
792
SHAKS.: _Pericles,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

When Adam dolve, and Eve span,
Who was then the gentleman?
793
_Lines used by John Ball in Wat Tyler's Rebellion._

=Gentleness.=

What would you have? Your gentleness shall force
More than your force move us to gentleness.
794
SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7.

=Ghosts.=

Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes,
Which thou dost glare with!
795
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

Many ghosts, and forms of fright,
Have started from their graves to-night;
They have driven sleep from mine eyes away.
796
LONGFELLOW: _Christus, Golden Legend,_ Pt. iv.

Some say no evil thing that walks by night,
In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen,
Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost
That breaks his magic chains at curfew time,
No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine,
Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
797
MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 432.

=Gifts.=

She prizes not such trifles as these are:
The gifts she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd
Up in my heart;