| John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| Page 460 |
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| | | Sydney Smith. (1771–1845) (continued) |
| | | 4856 | | We cultivate literature on a little oatmeal. 1 |
| Lady Holland’s Memoir. Vol. i. p. 23. |
| 4857 | | Truth is its [justice’s] handmaid, freedom is its child, peace is its companion, safety walks in its steps, victory follows in its train; it is the brightest emanation from the Gospel; it is the attribute of God. |
| Lady Holland’s Memoir. Vol. i. p. 29. |
| 4858 | | It is always right that a man should be able to render a reason for the faith that is within him. |
| Lady Holland’s Memoir. Vol. i. p. 53. |
| 4859 | | Avoid shame, but do not seek glory,—nothing so expensive as glory. 2 |
| Lady Holland’s Memoir. Vol. i. p. 88. |
| 4860 | | Let every man be occupied, and occupied in the highest employment of which his nature is capable, and die with the consciousness that he has done his best. |
| Lady Holland’s Memoir. Vol. i. p. 130. |
| 4861 | | Looked as if she had walked straight out of the ark. |
| Lady Holland’s Memoir. Vol. i. p. 157. |
| 4862 | | The Smiths never had any arms, and have invariably sealed their letters with their thumbs. |
| Lady Holland’s Memoir. Vol. i. p. 244. |
| 4863 | | Not body enough to cover his mind decently with; his intellect is improperly exposed. |
| Lady Holland’s Memoir. Vol. i. p. 258. |
| 4864 | | He has spent all his life in letting down empty buckets into empty wells; and he is frittering away his age in trying to draw them up again. 3 |
| Lady Holland’s Memoir. Vol. i. p. 259. |
| 4865 | | You find people ready enough to do the Samaritan, without the oil and twopence. |
| Lady Holland’s Memoir. Vol. i. p. 261. |
| 4866 | | Ah, you flavour everything; you are the vanilla of society. |
| Lady Holland’s Memoir. Vol. i. p. 262. |
| 4867 | | My living in Yorkshire was so far out of the way, that it was actually twelve miles from a lemon. |
| Lady Holland’s Memoir. Vol. i. p. 262. |
| | Note 1.
Mr. Smith, with reference to the “Edinburgh Review,” says: “The motto I proposed for the ‘Review’ was ‘Tenui musam meditamur avena;’ but this was too near the truth to be admitted; so we took our present grave motto from Publius Syrus, of whom none of us had, I am sure, read a single line.” [back] | Note 2.
A favorite motto, which through life Mr. Smith inculcated on his family. [back] | Note 3.
See Cowper, Quotation 68. [back] |
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