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997. EDEN. Adam and Eve in

Our longings are on larger scale

Than lower worlds can grant us, Thus they, the representatives of man,

We pant within the veil to be, Were placed in Eden-choicest spot on earth.

To roam in fields elysian, With royal honour, and with glory crown'd,

And, in His beauty,' God to see, Adam, the lord of all, majestic walk'd,

Nor die beneath the vision. With godlike countenance sublime, and form

W. Morley Pumshon. Of lofty, towering strength; and by his side Eve, fair as morning star, with modesty

1000. EDUCATION. Advanced Array'd, with virtue, grace, and perfect love; In holy marriage wed, and eloquent

A LITTLE learning is a dangerous thing; Of thought and comely words, to worship God

Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring : And sing His praise, the Giver of all good.

There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, Glad, in each other glad, and glad in hope;

And drinking largely sobers us again. Rejoicing in their future happy race.

Fired at first sight with what the Muse imparts, O lovely, happy, blest, immortal pair,

In fearless youth we tempt the heights of arts, Pleased with the present, full of glorious hope ;

While from the bounded level of our mind But short, alas, the song that sings their bliss.

Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind :

Pollok. But more advanced, behold the strange surprise, 998. EDEN. Departure from

New distant scenes of endless science rise !

So pleased at first the towering Alps we try, In either hand the hastening angel caught

Mount o'er the vales, and seem to tread the sky; Our lingering parents, and to the eastern gate

Th' eternal snows appear already past, Led them direct, and down the cliff as fast

And the first clouds and mountains seem the last ; To the subjected plain ; then disappear'd.

But those attain'd, we tremble to survey They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld

The growing labours of the lengthen'd way; Of Paradise, so late their happy seat,

Th' increasing prospect tires our wandering eyes, Waved over by that flaming brand ; the gate Hills creep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise! With dreadful faces throng'd and fiery arms.

Pope. Some natural tears they dropt, but wiped them soon;

1001, EDUCATION. Atheistic The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. All knowledge is not nourishment. The mind They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, May pine upon its food. In reckless thirst Through Eden took their solitary way.-Milton. The scholar sometimes kneels beside the stream

Polluted by the lepers of the mind. 999. EDEN. Memories of

The sceptic, with his doubts of all things good

And faith in all things evil, has been there,
In restless pain we heave and toss , And, as the stream was mingled, he has strown'
Like playthings of the Ocean, :

The shore with all bright flowers to tempt the eye,
And mourn with sharpest pangs of loss And sloped the banks down gently for the feet;
Dead objects of devotion.

And Genius, like a fallen child of light,
We follow light where'er it gleams,

Has fillid the place with magic, and compell'd
Though marsh and mist encumber, Most beautiful creations into forms
We reign, anointed kings-in dreams And images of license, and they come
But wake forlorn, from slumber.

And tempt you with bewildering grace to kneel,
We grasp at grains of shining dust,

And drink of the wild waters; and behind
But in the grasp they perish;

Stand the strong Passions, pleading to go in;
We put in men's applause our trust-

And the approving world looks silent on;
It cheats the hopes we cherish.

Till the pleased mind conspires against itself,
Remorse, a ghostly shadow, blights

And finds a subtle reason why 'tis good.
Each wreath we weave for pleasure ;

We are deceived, though ; even as we drink,
But restless still we scale the heights,

We taste the evil. In his sweetest tone,
Or search the mines for treasure.

The lying Tempter whispers in our ear,

.Though it may stain, 'twill strengthen your proud Oh, nought of earth can e'er avail

wing;' While Eden-mem'ries haunt us!

| And in the wild ambition of the soul

We drink anew, and dream like Lucifer
To mount upon our daring draught to Heaven.


God to thy teaching delegates the art

To form the future man: the care be thine, No shape unworthy from the marble start,

Reptile or monster; but with just design Copy the heavenly model, and impart,

As best thou canst, similitude divine. -Mant,

1002. EDUCATION. Capacity of

THE heart has tendrils like the vine,
Which round another's bosom twine,
Outspringing from the living tree
Of deeply planted sympathy;
Whose flowers are hope, its fruits are bliss,
Beneficence its harvest is.

1004. EDUCATION. Early

There are some bosoms dark and drear,
Which an unwater'd desert are ;
Yet there a curious eye may trace
Some smiling spot, some verdant place,
Where little flowers, the weeds between,
Spend their soft fragrance all unseen.

Despise them not-for wisdom's toil
Has ne'er disturb’d that stubborn soil :
Yet care and culture might have brought
The ore of truth from mines of thought;
And fancy's fairest flowers had bloom'd
Where truth and fancy lie entomb’d.
Insult him not-his blackest crime
May, in his Maker's eye sublime,
In spite of all thy pride, be less
Than e'en thy daily waywardness;
Than many a sin and many a stain
Forgotten-and impress'd again.
There is in every human heart
Some not completely barren part,
Where seeds of truth and love might grow
And flowers of generous virtue blow :
To plant, to watch, to water there-
This, as our duty, be our care!

INDUCE not precocity of intellect, for so shouldst thou

nourish vanity; Neither can a plant, forced in the hotbed, stand

against the frozen breath of winter. The mind is made wealthy by ideas, but the multi

tude of words is a clogging weight : Therefore be understood in thy teaching, and instruct

to the measure of capacity. Analogy is milk for babes, but abstract truths are

strong meat; Precepts and rules are repulsive to a child, but happy

illustration winneth him ; In vain shalt thou preach of industry and prudence,

till he learn of the bee and the ant; Dimly will he think of his soul, till the acorn and

chrysalis have taught him ; He will fear God in thunder, and worship His love

liness in flowers ; And parables shall charm his heart, while doctrines

seem dead mystery; Faith shall he learn of the husbandman casting good

corn into the soil. —Tupper.

'Tis Education forms the common mind; Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.

Pope. Children, like tender osiers, take the bow, And as they first are fashion'd, always grow.


1005. EDUCATION. Neglected

And sweet it is, the growth to trace,
Of worth, of intellect, of grace,
In bosoms where our labours first
Bid the young seed of spring-time burst,
And lead it on from hour to hour,
To ripen into perfect flower.-Bowring.

Laws hitherto are framed to punish crime.
All legislators have been slow to deal
With vice in its first elements; and here
Lie the pernicious root and seeds of sin.
That children are permitted to grow up,
From infancy to youth, without instruction,
Is a grave wrong, and ne'er to be redeem'd
By penal statutes and the prisoner's cell.

1003. EDUCATION. Duty of
As wrapt and hidden in the stone's embrace

The future statue lies yet undefined ;

Till the nice chisel clears the form design'd, The trunk, the moving limbs, the speaking face Develops : so instruction's hand must trace

The intellectual form, which lies enshrined 'Mid nature's rude materials; and the mind Invest with due proportion, strength, and grace.

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No! no vain voice did on me fall,

Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost :

''Tis better to have fought and lost, Than never to have fought at all.'-Clough.

A whisper'd word may touch the heart, . And call it back to life; A look of love bid sin depart,

And still unholy strife.
No act falls fruitless; none can tell

How vast its powers may be,
Nor what results infolded dwell

Within it silently.

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Work on, despair not; bring thy mite,

Nor care how small it be ;
God is with all that serve the right,

The holy, true, and free.

1009. ELECT. Fewness of the Few are the clear, strong spirits, who can bear

To look on Truth in her unclouded blaze; Few are the high, heroic souls, who dare, | Above the low pursuit of gain, to raise

Their firm, unbending purpose ; few can gaze |- At Virtue, on her pure and awful throne

Ah! few can love the ethereal coin she paysBut they must love it, for the souls alone Who master self can claim our birthright as their


1007. EFFORT. Encouragement to

What if the little rain should say,

"So small a drop as I Can ne'er refresh those thirsty fields;

I'll tarry in the sky?'
What if a shining beam of noon

Should in its fountain stay,
Because its feeble light alone

Cannot create a day?

Doth not each rain-drop help to form

The cool refreshing shower ?
And every ray of light to warm

And beautify the flower ?
Go then and strive to do thy share:

One talent-less than thine-
Improved with steady zeal and care,

Would gain rewards divine.-Cutter,

1008. EFFORT. Fruitless

1010. ELIJAH. Voice to
On Horeb's rock the Prophet stood;

The Lord before him past.
A hurricane in angry mood

Swept by him strong and fast.
The forests fell before its force,
The rocks were shiver'd in its course;

God was not in the blast.
'Twas but the whirlwind of His breath,
Announcing danger, wreck, and death.
It ceased. The air grew mute-a cloud

Came muffling up the sun;
When through the mountains deep and loud

An earthquake thunder'd on.
The frighted eagle sprang in air,
The wolf ran howling from his lair:

God was not in the stun.
'Twas but the rolling of His car,
The trampling of His steeds from far.
'Twas still again, and Nature stood

And calm'd her ruffled frame !
When swift from heaven a fiery flood

To earth devouring came.
Down to his depths the ocean fled,
The sick’ning sun look'd wan and dead:

Yet God fill'd not the flame.
'Twas but the terrors of His eye
That lighten'd through the troubled sky.
At last a voice all still and small,

Rose sweetly on the ear,
Yet rose so clear and shrill, that all

In heaven and earth might hear:
It spoke of peace, it spoke of love,
It spoke as angels speak above,

And God Himself was here.
For, oh, it was a Father's voice
That bade His trembling world rejoice.

Or shall I say, Vain word, false thought,

Since Prudence hath her martyrs too,

And Wisdom dictates not to do, Till doing shall be not for nought? Not ours to give or lose is life :

Will Nature, when her brave ones fall,

Remake her work? or songs recall Death's victim slain in useless strife ? That rivers flow into the sea

Is loss and waste, the foolish say,

Nor know that back they find their way, Unseen, to where they wont to be.

Showers fall upon the hills, springs flow,

The river runneth still at hand,

Brave men are born into the land, And whence, the foolish do not know.

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