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46. ACTIVITY : resents delay.

How slow the time To the warm soul, that, in the very instant It forms, would execute a great design!


47. ACTIVITY. Thrift of

GooD striving

Brings thriving. Better a dog who works Than a lion who shirks.-Oriental.

Make haste, O man, to do

Whatever must be done;
Thou hast no time to lose in sloth,

Thy day will soon be gone.
Up then with speed, and work ;

Fling ease and self away;
This is no time for thee to sleep,

Up, watch, and work, and pray!
The useful, not the great,

The thing that never dies; The silent toil that is not lost,

Set these before thine eyes. The seed, whose leaf and flower,

Though poor in human sight, Brings forth at last the eternal fruit,

Sow thou by day and night. Make haste, O man, to live,

Thy time is almost o'er : O sleep not, dream not, but arise, The Judge is at the door. Make haste, O man, to live!

Horatius Bonar.

48. ADAM AND EVE. Description of

Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall,
Godlike erect, with native honour clad
In naked majesty, seem'd lords of all,
And worthy seem'd : for in their looks divine,
The image of their glorious Maker, shone
Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure
(Severe, but in true filial freedom placed),
Whence true authority in men ; though both
Not equal, as their sex not equal seem'd :
For contemplation he, and valour form'd;
For softness she, and sweet attractive grace;
He for God only, she for God in him :
His fair large front and eye sublime declared
Absolute rule. . . . . . . . . .
.... .... The loveliest pair
That ever since in love's embraces met :
Adam the goodliest man of men since born
His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve.


43. ACTIVITY : its necessity.
LET's take the instant by the forward top;
For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees,
The inaudible and noiseless foot of time
Steals, ere we can effect them.-Shakespeare.

Take the instant way; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast : keep then the path : For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue : if you give way, Or edge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, And leave you hindmost.--Shakespeare,

44. ACTIVITY. Mental

THERE is a fire-fly in the southern clime
Which shineth only when upon the wing;
So it is with the mind : when once we rest,
We darken. On! said God unto the soul
As to the earth, for ever. On it goes,
A rejoicing native of the infinite-
As a bird of air—an orb of heaven.

Philip James Bailey.

49. ADAM AND EVE. Transgression of

With fatal and disastrous ease Lifting her hand into the clustering boughs, She touch'd, she took, she tasted. One small taste Sufficed. Her eyes were open'd; and she seem'd, The moorings cut which bound her to the shore, Launch'd on an ocean of delights. Alas, Perfidious sea, on which the fairest bark E’er floated suffer'd foulest wrong and wreck ! Awhile as in a dream she stood, but soon Her scatter'd thoughts recall’d, and from the boughs Selecting one loaden with luscious fruit, She pluck'd it bower'd in leaves, and took her way To seek her absent lord. Him soon she met Returning with no laggard steps; for when The serpent slid with such strange haste away The loitering minutes hours appear'd, and then A strange solicitude unknown before Began to creep around his boding heart, And he retraced his path. But when he saw

45. ACTIVITY: must not be excessive. Rux if you like, but try to keep your breath ; Work like a man, but don't be work'd to death.

0, W. Holmes.

Eve with flush'd cheek and agitated mien

The cedar withereth on a wall, while the house-leek Advancing, in her hand that fatal branch,

is fattening in a hotbed ; His heart sank, and his lip quiver'd. And when And the dock, with its rank leaves, hideth the sun She told her tale, the serpent's honey'd words,

from violets. Her brief refusal, his repeated suit,

To everything a fitting place, a proper, honourable Her answer, his reply, her touch, her taste,

use; Then first upon the virgin soil of earth

The humblest measure of mind is bright in its Fell human tears, presage of myriad showers.

humbler sphere; But when again with pleading eye and hand, The blind at an easel, the palsied with a graver, the Silent but most persuasive eloquence,

halt making for the goal, She pray'd him share with her the fruit she bore The deaf ear tuning psaltery, the stammerer discoursThen Adam wail'd aloud :

ing eloquence,O Eve, my wife, What wonder if all fail ? the shaft flieth wide of its Heaven's last, Heaven's dearest gift, what hast thou mark done?

Alike if itself be crooked, or the bow be strung awry. Me miserable! Thou hast undone thyself,

Tupper. Thyself and me ; for if thou diest I die, Bone of my bone, flesh of my very flesh,

51. ADIEU. Import of Eve, in whose veins my heart's best juices flow. What can I do, what suffer for thee? Say

ADIEU! adieu ! what means adieu ! I rigorously refuse this fatal fruit,

My soul to God commending you. What, shall I see thy warm and gentle limbs

Then 'tis the dearest, sweetest word Stiffen in death, and live myself? How live?

Love ever spoke or ever heard ; Alone? Or peradventure God will take

And though but used when meetings cease, Another rib, and form another Eve ?

And friend from friend departs in peace; Nay, we are one. My heart, myself am thine.

That sweetest, dearest word would tell Our Maker made us one. Shall I unmake

Not less for welcome than farewell. His union ? and transfer from heart to heart

James Montgomery. My very life? Far higher I deem of love, No transferable perishable thing,

52. ADMIRATION: and Esteem. But flowing from its secret fountain, God, Like God immortal and immutable.

They say that esteem is a diamond so bright, But oh, what follows? Adam, be thou sure

It enkindles the eye that by sorrow is shaded; Of thy inflexible resolve-death, death :

But glory to me is the sun's dazzling light, Both cannot live, and therefore both must die.' That illumines a world which in darkness had So saying, from her hand he took and ate,

faded. Not circumvented by the serpent's fraud,

Esteem is the dew-drop that freshens the flower ; But blindly overcome by human love, Love's semblance, which belied its name, denying

Admiration, the arch'd hues that splendidly shine.

The one is a sprinkle, the other a showerThe Great Creator for the creature's sake.

| Let mine be the rainbow, the dew may be thine. Edward Henry Bickersteth.

James Gates Percival. 50. ADAPTATION. Utility of A SMITH at the loom and a weaver at the forge were

53. ADVENT. Christ's first but sorry craftsmen :

AWAY with sorrow's sigh, And a ship that saileth on every wind never shall

Our prayers are heard on high ; reach her port;

And through heaven's crystal door, Yet there be thousands among men who heed not

On this our earthly floor, the leaning of their talents,

Comes meek-eyed Peace to walk with poor mortality. But, cutting against the grain, toil on to no good end;

In dead of night profound, And the light of a thoughtful spirit is quenched

There breaks a seraph sound beneath the bushel of commerce,

Of never-ending morn; While meaner plodding minds are driven up the

The Lord of glory born mountain of philosophy ;

| Within a holy grot on this our sullen ground.

O sight of strange surprise

55. ADVENT, THE SECOND: importance of That fills our gazing eyes !

preparation for it.
A manger coldly strew'd,
And swaddling-bands so rude,

BEHOLD, the Bridegroom cometh in the middle of A leaning mother poor, and child that helpless lies.

the night,

And blest is he whose loins are girt, whose lamp is Art Thou, O wondrous sight,

burning bright;
Of lights the very Light,

But woe to that dull servant whom the Master shall
Who holdest in Thy hand
The sky and sea and land, -

surprise Who than the glorious heavens art more exceeding

With lamp untrimm'd, unburning, and with slumber bright?

in his eyes! 'Tis so : Faith darts before,

Do thou, my soul, beware, beware, lest thou in sleep And, through the cloud drawn o'er,

sink down, She sees the God of all,

Lest thou be given o'er to death, and lose the golden Where angels prostrate fall,

crown; Adoring, tremble still, and trembling still adore. But see that thou be sober, with watchful eyes, and Within us, babe Divine,

thus Be born, and make us Thine ;

Cry 'Holy, holy, holy God, have mercy upon us !! Within our souls reveal

That day, the day of fear, shall come: my soul, Thy love and power to heal ;

slack not thy toil, Be born, and make our hearts Thy cradle and Thy But light thy lamp, and feed it well, and make it shrine. — Isaac Williams.

bright with oil ; 54. ADVENT, THE SECOND : its approach. Who knowest not how soon may sound the cry at O'ER the distant mountains breaking

eventide, Comes the redd’ning dawn of day,

• Behold, the Bridegroom comes ! Arise ! Go forth Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking,

to meet the Bride.' Rise and sing, and watch and pray:

Beware, my soul ; beware, beware, lest thou in 'Tis thy Saviour

· slumber lie, On His bright returning way.

And, like the five, remain without, and knock and O Thou long-expected ! weary

vainly cry ; Waits mine anxious soul for Thee,

But watch, and bear thy lamp undimm'd, and Christ Life is dark and earth is dreary

shall gird thee on Where Thy light I do not see;

His own bright wedding-robe of light,—the glory of O my Saviour !

the Son.— Tr. from the Greek by G. Moultrie. When wilt Thou return to me? Long, too long, in sin and sadness,

56. ADVENT, THE SECOND: its nearness. Far away from Thee I pine,

Bride of the Lamb, awake! awake!
When, O when, shall I the gladness

Why sleep for sorrow now?
Of Thy Spirit feel in mine?

The hope of glory, Christ, is thine,
O my Saviour !

A child of glory thou.
When shall I be wholly Thine ?

Thy spirit, through the lonely night,
Nearer is my soul's salvation,

From earthly joy apart,
Spent the night, the day at hand;

Hath sigh'd for one that's far away,
Keep me in my lowly station,

The Bridegroom of thy heart.
Watching for Thee, till I stand,
O my Saviour !

But see! the night is waning fast,
In Thy bright and promised land.

The breaking morn is near ;
With my lamp well trimm'd and burning,

And Jesus comes, with voice of love,
Swift to hear, and slow to roam,

Thy drooping heart to cheer.
Watching for Thy glad returning

He comes-for oh ! His yearning heart
To restore me to my home,

No more can bear delay-
Come, my Saviour !

To scenes of full, unmingled joy,
O my Saviour, quickly come !

To call His bride away.

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The Church has waited long

Her absent Lord to see;
And still in loneliness she waits,

A friendless stranger she.
Age after age has gone,

Sun after sun has set,
And still in weeds of widowhood
She weeps a mourner yet.

Come then, Lord Jesus, come!

LORD, come away,

Why dost Thou stay? Thy road is ready: and Thy paths, made straight,

With longing expectation, wait The consecration of Thy beauteous feet. Ride on triumphantly ; behold we lay Our lusts and proud wills in the way. Hosanna! welcome to our hearts, Lord, here Thou hast a temple too, and full as dear As that of Zion; and as full of sin. Nothing but thieves and robbers dwell therein. Enter, and chase them forth, and cleanse the floor. Crucify them, that they may nevermore

Profane that holy place,

Where Thou hast chose to set Thy face
And then if our stiff tongues shall be
Mute in the praises of Thy Deity,

The stones out of the temple wall

Shall cry aloud, and call
Hosanna ! and Thy glorious footsteps greet.

Jeremy Taylor.

Saint after saint on earth

Has lived, and loved, and died; And as they left us one by one,

We laid them side by side;
We laid them down to sleep,

But not in hope forlorn ;
We laid them but to ripen there,
Till the last glorious morn.

Come then, Lord Jesus, come!

:58. ADVENT, THE SECOND. Prayer for

COME, Lord, and tarry not :

Bring the long-looked-for day,
Oh why these years of waiting here,

These ages of delay?

The serpent's brood increase,

The powers of hell grow bold, The conflict thickens, faith is low,

And love is waxing cold. How long, O Lord, our God,

Holy and true and good, Wilt Thou not judge Thy suffering church, Her sighs and tears and blood ?

Come then, Lord Jesus, come!
We long to hear Thy voice,

To see Thee face to face,
To share Thy crown and glory then,

As now we share Thy grace.
Should not the loving Bride

The absent Bridegroom mourn ? Should she not wear the weeds of grief Until her Lord return?

Come then, Lord Jesus, come!

Come, for creation groans,

Impatient of Thy stay, Worn out with these long years of ill,

These ages of delay.

Come, for Thy foes are strong;

With taunting lip they say, • Where is the promised Advent now,

And where the dreaded day?'

The whole creation groans,

And waits to hear that voice That shall restore her comeliness,

And make her wastes rejoice.
Come, Lord, and wipe away

The curse, the sin, the stain,
And make this blighted world of ours
Thine own fair world again.
Come then, Lord Jesus, come!

H. Bonar.

60. ADVENT, THE SECOND. Prayer for How long, O Lord our Saviour,

Wilt Thou remain away?
Our hearts are growing weary

Of Thy so long delay :
Oh! when shall come the moment,

When, brighter far than morn,
The sunshine of Thy glory

Shall on Thy people dawn?

How long, O gracious Master,

Wilt Thou Thy household leave ? So long hast Thou now tarried,

Few Thy return believe : Immersed in sloth and folly,

Thy servants, Lord, we see; And few of them stand ready

With joy to welcome Thee.

Watchman, what of the night? we cry,

Heartsick with hope deferr'd :
No speaking signs are in the sky,

Is still the watchman's word.
The porter watches at the gate,

The servants watch within ;
The watch is long betimes, and late,

The prize is slow to win :
Watchman, what of the night? But still

His answer sounds the same, –
No day-break tops the utmost hill,

Nor pale our lamps of flame. One to another, hear them speak,

The patient virgins wise, Surely He is not far to seek,

All night we watch and rise ;
The days are evil looking back,

The coming days are dim ;
Yet count we not His promise slack,

But watch and wait for Him.
One with another, soul with soul,

They kindle fire from fire; Friends watch us who have touch'd the goal ;

They urge us, Come up higher ! With them shall rest our way-sore feet,

With them is built our home,
With Christ,--they sweet, but He most sweet,

Sweeter than honeycomb.
There no more parting, no more pain ;

The distant ones brought near ;
The lost so long are found again,-

Long lost, but longer dear :
Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard,

Nor heart conceived, that rest ;
With them, our good things long deferr'd;

With Jesus Christ, our best.
We weep, because the night is long;

We laugh, for day shall rise ;
We sing a slow contented song,

And knock at Paradise :
Weeping, we hold Him fast, who wept

For us ; we hold Him fast,
And will not let Him go except

He bless us first or last.
Weeping, we hold Him fast to night;

We will not let Him go,
Till day-break smite our wearied sight,

And summer smite the snow.
Then figs shall bud, and dove with dove

Shall coo the livelong day;
Then He shall say, Arise, my love !
My fair one, come away!

Christina G. Rossetti.

How long, O Heavenly Bridegroom,

How long wilt Thou delay ? And yet how few are grieving

That Thou dost absent stay; Thy very bride her portion

And calling hath forgot, And seeks for ease and glory,

Where Thou, her Lord, art not.

Oh! wake Thy slumbering virgins ;

Send forth the solemn cry, Let all Thy saints repeat it,

· The Bridegroom draweth nigh!' May all our lamps be burning,

Our loins all girded be, Each longing heart preparing

With joy Thy face to see !

61. ADVENT, THE SECOND. Waiting for

The Advent morn shines cold and clear,

These Advent nights are long; Our lamps have burn'd year after year,

And still their flame is strong.

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