Of every friendless name the friend.
768
DR. JOHNSON: _Verses on the Death of Mr, Robert Levet,_ St. 2.

Small service is true service while it lasts.
Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one:
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,
Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.
769
WORDSWORTH: _To a Child._


=Front.=

His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd
Absolute rule.
770
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 297.


=Frost.=

All the panes are hung with frost,
Wild wizard-work of silver lace.
771
T.B. ALDRICH: _Latakia._

What miracle of weird transforming
Is this wild work of frost and light,
This glimpse of glory infinite!