'Else, lying low and helpless, A weary lot is mine, And browsed by hungry kine.' The Elm was moved to pity; Then spoke the generous tree: The graceful Vine's embrace, In which the wild birds sing; O beautiful example, For youthful minds to heed! Shall never miss its meed; 906. DOMESTIC HAPPINESS. Look here, and weep with tenderness and transport! To these best joys, which holy love bestows? Art the true judge of what can make us happy. 907. DOMESTIC LOVE the lost Eden found. The man was not deceived, nor yet could stand; Daughters of Eve! he did not fall so low, Nor fall so far, as that sweet woman fell; Daughters of Eve! it was for your dear sake That love shall scatter flowers. - Bryant. But God's great pity touch'd the grand mistake, 905. DOING WELL. Ways of Ir is not they who idly dwell In cloister grey, or hermit cell, In prayer and vigil, night and day, Action still must wait on thought; Sitting listening on the shore Never launching on the main, Vain it were to watch beside Where our Captain bids us go, He that gives the sword and shield, On which we are to fight the foe. 915. DOUBTS. Prayer for deliverance from Then, cold and dark, my spirit sinks, My hopes, my toil, are cast away; To hear and bless me when I pray? If this be vain delusion all, If death be an eternal sleep, Oh help me, God! for Thou alone Though weak, yet longing to believe. Oh drive these cruel doubts away, And make me know that Thou art God! A faith that shines by night and day, Will lighten every earthly load. If I believed that Jesus died, And waking rose to reign above, Then surely sorrow, sin, and pride Must yield to peace, and hope, and love. And all the blessed words He said Anne Bronté. 916. DOUBTER'S PRAYER. The Gone is my early Heaven, with all its radiant story Its ceaseless service of unhinder'd praise. Vanish'd my early Faith, with all its untold treasure Of steadfast calm, and questionless repose; Barter'd away-lost for a heap'd-up measure Of strife, and doubt, and fears, and mental woes. No light, no life, no truth! now from my soul for ever The last dim star withdraws its glimmering ray; Lonely and hopeless, never on me, oh, never! Shall break the dawn of the long looked-for day. Rudder and anchor gone, on through the darkness lonely I drift o'er shoreless seas to deeper night, Drifting, still drifting-oh, for one glimmer only, One blessed ray of truth's emerging light! Out of the depths I cry-my anguish'd soul revealing, Light in the darkness shining! shed Thy lifegiving ray; Low at the cross I fall-I plead for aid and healing, Oh, Christ, reveal Thyself, and turn my night to day! The prayer is heard, else why this strange returning A deeper, truer rest than that of yore. Oh, Saviour-Man! Priest, but in garments royal! Content to wait till days of darken'd vision, And lisping speech, and childish thought are done, And knowledge vanishes in faith's fruition, As fading stars before the morning sun.-I. L. B. 917. DOXOLOGY. A Woman's PRAISE God, from whom all blessings flow, He opens and He shuts His hand; Pours, and dries up, His mercies' flood, And yet is still All-perfect Good. We fathom not the mighty plan, We women, when afflictions come,- And when, the tempest passing by, He gleams out, sun-like, through our sky, Ours is no wisdom of the wise, We have no deep philosophies: Child-like, we take both kiss and rod; For he who loveth, knoweth God! D. M. Muloch Craik. 918. DREAMS. Causes of I TALK of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain; Begot of nothing but vain fantasy; Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind. Shakespeare. Dreams are but interludes which fancy makes; ; The master passion of the soul display'd 921. DREAMS. Marvels of AND yet, as angels in some brighter dreams So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.-Vaughan. We walk in dreams on fairy land, Where golden ore lies mix'd with common sand. Dryden. 922. DREAMS. Nature of OUR life is two-fold; sleep hath its own world, And dreams in their development have breath, They pass like spirits of the past-they speak 923. DREAMS. Power of Mrs Norton. 924. DREAMS. Significance of WHILE o'er my limbs sleep's soft dominion spread, What though my soul fantastic measures trod O'er fairy fields; or mourn'd along the gloom Of pathless woods; or down the craggy steep Hurl'd headlong, swam with pain the mantled pool; Or scaled the cliff, or danced on hollow winds, With antic shapes, wild natives of the brain? Her ceaseless flight, though devious, speaks her nature Of subtler essence than the trodden clod ; For human weal, Heaven husbands all events, 925. DREAMS: sometimes significant. GOD is also in sleep, and dreams advise, But dreams full oft are found of real events The forms and shadows.--Joanna Baillie. 926. DREAMS. Waking WELL may dreams present us fictions, With such fanciful convictions As make life itself a dream.- Campbell. 927. DRESS. Character and WHAT! is the jay more precious than the lark Or is the adder better than the eel Shakespeare. 'Tis the mind that makes the body rich: And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. Shakespeare. Rich was his soul, though his attire was poor, As Heaven had clothed His own ambassador. Dryden. 928. DRESS. Differences in FORTUNE in men has some small difference made: 929. DRESS. Extravagance in HERE, attired beyond our purse, we go For useless ornament and flaunting show: We take on trust, in purple robes to shine, And poor, are yet ambitious to be fine. Dryden. 930. DRESS. Fashions in OUR dress, still varying, nor to forms confined, Shifts like the sands, the sport of every wind. Propertius. Till by Circæan cups thy mind possest Of human shape, spoiling the beauteous face; It drowns thy better parts, making thy name The match of wrath, the fuel unto lust. Randolph. 938. DRUNKENNESS: described. WHEN fumes of wine do once the brain possess, Then follows straight an indisposedness Throughout; the legs so fetter'd in that case, They cannot with their reeling trunk keep pace. The tongue trips, mind droops, eyes stand full of water, Noise, hiccough, brawls, and quarrels follow after. Dire was his thought, who first in poison steep'd The weapon form'd for slaughter-direr his, 939. DRUNKENNESS. Folly of Man with raging drink inflamed |