=Column.=

Where London's column, pointing at the skies,
Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies.
358
POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iii., Line 339.


=Combat.=

The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
Who rush to glory or the grave!
359
CAMPBELL: _Hohenlinden._


=Comet.=

Incens'd with indignation Satan stood
Unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd
That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge
In th' Arctic sky, and from his horrid hair
Shakes pestilence and war.
360
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 707.


=Comfort.=