A thing beyond us, even before our death.
668
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 237.

There was a morning when I longed for fame,
There was a noontide when I passed it by.
There is an evening when I think not shame
Its substance and its being to deny.
669
JEAN INGELOW: _The Star's Monument,_ St. 81.

Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb
The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar?
670
BEATTIE: _Minstrel,_ Bk. i., St. 1.

Or ravish'd with the whistling of a name,
See Cromwell, damn'd to everlasting fame!
671
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 281.


=Family.=

Birds in their little nest agree;
And 'tis a shameful sight
When children of one family
Fall out, and chide, and fight.
672
WATTS: _Divine Songs,_ Song xvii.