312 MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iv., Line 330.

Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again, just for to-night.

313 ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN: _Rock Me to Sleep._

=Chime.=

Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.

314 MOORE: _A Canadian Boat-Song._

=Chivalry.=

Cervantes smil'd Spain's chivalry away.

315 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xiii., St. 11.

=Choice.=

There's small choice in rotten apples.

316 SHAKS.: _Tam. of the S.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Follow thou thy choice.

317 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Alcayde of Molina._

=Choler.=

Must I give way and room to your rash choler?

Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?

318 SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Chord.=

Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.

319 TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ Line 33.

=Christ.=

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free.

320 JULIA WARD HOWE: _Battle Hymn of the Republic._

Hail to the King of Bethlehem, Who weareth in his diadem The yellow crocus for the gem Of his authority.

321 LONGFELLOW: _Christus, Golden Legend,_ Pt. iii.

Christ--the one great word Well worth all languages in earth or Heaven.

322 BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Heaven._

We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage.

323 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Biglow Papers,_ No. iii.

=Christmas.=

At Christmas play, and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year.

324 TUSSER: 500 _Pts. Good Hus.,_ Ch. 12.

Again at Christmas did we weave The holly round the Christmas hearth; The silent snow possess'd the earth.

325 TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. lxxvii., St. 1.

Bright be thy Christmas tide!

Carol it far and wide, Jesus, the King and the Saviour, is come!

326 FRANCES R. HAVERGAL: _Christmas Mottoes._

Heap on more wood! the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.

327 SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Canto vi., Introduction.

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring,--not even a mouse.

328 CLEMENT C. MOORE: _A Visit from St. Nicholas._

=Church.=

Who builds a church to God, and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name.

329 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iii., Line 285.

"What is a church?" Let truth and reason speak; They would reply--"The faithful pure and meek, From Christian folds, the one selected race, Of all professions, and in every place."

330 CRABBE: _The Borough,_ Letter ii.

=Churchyard.=

The solitary, silent, solemn scene, Where Caesars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie, Blended in dust together; where the slave Rests from his labors; where th' insulting proud Resigns his power; the miser drops his hoard; Where human folly sleeps.

331 DYER: _Ruins of Rome,_ Line 540.

=Churlishness.=

My master is of churlish disposition, And little recks to find the way to heaven, By doing deeds of hospitality.

332 SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 4.

=Circumstance.=

And grasps the skirts of happy chance, And breasts the blows of circumstance.

333 TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. lxiii., St. 2.