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He stays to hear the widow's plaint of deep and 1463. GENTLENESS. Power of mourning love,
Sweet speaking oft a currish heart reclaims. He seeks to aid her lot below, and prompt her faith
Sidney. above. The orphan child, the friendless one, the luckless, or
His sweetness won a more regard the poor,
Unto his place, than all the boist'rous moods Will never meet his spurning frown, or leave his That ignorant greatness practiseth. — Fonson.
bolted door ; His kindred circles all mankind, his country all the
I've thought of all this pride, and all this pain,
And all the insolent plenitudes of power, globe
And I declare, by this most quiet hour, An honest name his jewell'd star, and truth his
Which holds in different tasks by the firelight ermine robe.
She, and my friends here, this delightful night, No haughty gesture marks his gait, no pompous tone
That power itself has not one half the might
Of Gentleness. 'Tis want to all true wealth ; his word, No studied attitude is seen, no palling nonsense
The uneasy madman's force, to the wise health ;
Blind downward beating, to the eyes that see; heard : He'll suit his bearing to the hour-laugh, listen,
Noise to persuasion, doubt to certainty ; learn, or teach,
The consciousness of strength in enemies, With joyous freedom in his mirth, and candour in his
Who must be strain'd upon or else they rise ; speech.
The battle to the moon, who all the while, He worships God with inward zeal, and serves Him
High out of hearing, passes with her smile: in each deed;
| The tempest, trampling in his scanty run, He would not blame another's faith, nor have one
To the whole globe, that basks about the sun ; martyr bleed;
Or as all shrieks and clangs, with which a sphere, Justice and mercy form his code ; he puts his trust in
Undone and fired, could rake the midnight ear, Heaven;
Compared with that vast dumbness nature keeps His prayer is, 'If the heart mean well, may all else
Throughout her starry deeps, be forgiven !'
| Most old, and mild, and awful, and unbroken,
Which tells a tale of peace beyond whate'er was Though few of such may gem the earth, yet such rare spoken.-Leigh Hunt.
gems there are, Each shining in his hallow'd sphere as virtue's polar
1464. GENTLENESS. Words of star.
SPEAK gently! it is better far Though human hearts too oft are found all gross,
To rule by love than fear ; corrupt, and dark,
Speak gently! let not harsh words mar Yet, yet some bosoms breathe and burn ; lit by Pro
The good we might do here. methean spark, There are some spirits nobly just, unwarp'd by pelf Speak gently! Love doth whisper low or pride,
The vows that true hearts bind, Great in the calm, but greater still when dash'd by And gently Friendship's accents flow, adverse tide;
Affection's voice is kind. They hold the rank no king can give, no station can
Speak gently to the little child ; disgrace.
Its love be sure to gain ; Nature puts forth her gentleman, and monarchs must give place.-Eliza Cook.
Teach it in accents soft and mild ;
It may not long remain.
Speak gently to the aged one, 1462. GENTLEMAN. Qualities of a
Grieve not the care-worn heart;
The sands of life are nearly run;
Let such in peace depart.
Speak gently to the young, for they
Will have enough to bear; Titles of honour add not to his worth,
Pass through this life as best they may, Who is himself an honour to his title.- Ford.
'Tis full of anxious care.
Speak gently, kindly, to the poor,
Let no harsh tones be heard ; They have enough they must endure
Without an unkind word. Speak gently to the erring ; know
They may have toil'd in vain; Perchance unkindness made them so;
Oh! win them back again. Speak gently! He who gave His life
To bend man's stubborn will, When elements were in fierce strife
Said to them, “Peace, be still !' Speak gently! 'tis a little thing
Dropp'd in the heart's deep well ; The good, the joy, which it may bring,
Eternity shall tell.-D. Bates.
And the deep silence which subdues the breath Like a strong feeling, hung upon the world As sleep upon the pulses of a child. 'Twas the last watch of night. Gethsemane, With its bathed leaves of silver, seem'd dissolved In visible stillness; and as Jesus' voice, With its bewildering sweetness, met the ear Of His disciples, it vibrated on Like the first whisper in a silent world. They came on slowly. Heaviness oppress'd The Saviour's heart, and when the kindness Of His deep love was pour'd, He felt the need Of near communion, for His gift of strength Was wasted by the spirit's weariness. He left them there, and went a little on, And in the depth of that hush'd silentness, Alone with God, He fell upon His face, And as His heart was broken with the rush Of His surpassing agony, and death, Wrung to Him from a dying universe, Was mightier than the Son of man could bear, He gave His sorrows way, and in the deep Prostration of His soul, breathed out the prayer, 'Father, if it be possible with Thee, Let this cup pass from Me.' Oh, how a word, Like the forced drop before the fountain breaks, Scilleth the press of human agony ! The Saviour felt its quiet in His soul ; And though His strength was weakness, and the
1465. GEOLOGY. Atheistic SEARCHING those edges of the universe,
We leave the central fields, a fallow part; To feed the eye more precious things amerce,
And starve the darken'd heart. Then all goes wrong; the old foundations rock ;
One scorns at him of old who gazed unshod ; One striking with a pick-axe thinks the shock
Shall move the seat of God.- Jean Ingelow.
1466. GETHSEMANE. Agony in On His pale brow the drops are large and red As victim's blood at votive altar shed His hands are clasp'd, His eyes are raised in prayerAlas, and is there strife He cannot bear, Who calm'd the tempest, and who raised the dead ? There is ! there is ! for now the powers of hell Are struggling for the mastery-'tis the hour When death exerts his last permitted power, When the dead weight of sin, since Adam fell, Is visited on Him who deign'd to dwell A man with men, that He might bear the stroke Of wrath Divine, and break the captives' yokeBut oh, of that dread strife what words can tell ? Those, only those which broke, with many a groan, From His full heart-'O Father, take away The cup of vengeance I must drink to-day; Yet, Father, not My will, but Thine, be done!'. It could not pass away-for He alone Was mighty to endure and strong to save; Nor would Jehovah leave Him in the grave, Nor could corruption taint His Holy One.-Dale.
Which led Him on till now was sorely dim,
Willis. 1468. GETHSEMANE. Lesson of
Wouldst thou learn the depth of sin,
All its bitterness and pain ?
Sinners to Himself again?
1467. GETHSEMANE. Christ in The moon was shining yet. The Orient's brow, Set with the morning-star, was not yet dim;
Come, poor sinner, come with me;
As given unto one who cannot help, or proving Visit sad Gethsemane.
There liveth not one among a million who is proof Wouldst thou know God's wondrous love?
against the charm of liberality, Seek it not beside the throne;
And flattery, that boon of praise, hath power with
the wisest.- Tupper.
1471. GIFTS: may be rendered valueless. Sinner, in Gethsemane.
Hamlet. I never gave you aught.
Ophelia. My honour'd lord, you know right well,
you did; When His pangs on Olivet,
And with them, words of so sweet breath composed Wake within thee thoughts of care
As made the things more rich: their perfume lost,
Take these again ; for to the noble mind
Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind.
1472. GIFTS. Spiritual
Could I command with voice or pen
The tongues of angels and of men,
A tinkling cymbal, sounding brass,
My speech and preaching would surpass:
Vain were such eloquence to me 1469. GETHSEMANE. View of
Without the grace of charity.
Could I the martyr's flame endure,
Give all my goods to feed the poor;
Had I the faith from Alpine steep * Father, if it be possible, this cup
To hurl the mountain to the deep, Take Thou away. Yet not My will, but Thine:'
What were such zeal, such power to me, The sleeping friends who could not watch one hour,
Without the grace of charity?
Could I behold with prescient eye
Things future as the things gone by ; Those fearful pangs that bow'd the Son of God
Could I all earthly knowledge scan, Like a bruised reed. Thou who hast power to look
And mete out heaven with a span, Thus at Gethsemane, be still ! be still !
Poor were the chief of gifts to me What are thine insect-woes compared to His
Without the chiefest-charity. Who agonizeth there? Count thy brief pains
Charity suffers long, is kind, As the dust atom on life's chariot-wheels,
Charity bears a humble mind,
Rejoices not when ills befall,
But glories in the weal of all, 1470. GIFTS. Influence of
She hopes, believes, and envies not, Policy counselleth a gift, given wisely and in season,
Nor vaunts, nor murmurs o'er her lot. And policy afterwards approveth it, for great is the The tongues of teachers shall be dumb, influence of gifts.
Prophets discern not things to come, The lover unsmiled before, is welcomed for his Knowledge shall vanish out of thought, jewell'd bauble :
And miracles no more be wrought, The righteous cause without a fee must yield to But charity shall never fail, bounteous guilt.
Her anchor is within the veil. How fair is a man in thine esteem whose just dis
James Montgomery. crimination seeketh thee, And so, discerning merit, honoureth it with gifts! |
1473. GIVING. Analogies of Yea, let the cause appear sufficient, and the motive Give! as the morning that flows out of heaven; clear and unsuspicious,
Give! as the waves when their channel is riven;
Give! as the free air and sunshine are given;
Lavishly, utterly, joyfully give:-
Give, as He gave thee, who gave thee to live.
Silent or songful, thou nearest the sea, Scatter thy life, as the summer showers pouring ! What if no bird through the pearl-rain is soaring? What if no blossom looks upward adoring?
Look to the life that was lavish'd for thee !
Watch the princely flowers
Their rich fragrance spread, Load the air with perfumes
From their beauty shed ; Yet their lavish spending
Leaves them not in dearth,
By their mother earth.
From fair nature learn ;
Wait not a return.
From thy little store,
Adelaide Anne Procter.
1474. GIVING. Grounds for
But what or who are we, alas !
That we in giving are so free? Thine own before our offering was,
And all we have we have from Thee.
As were our fathers in Thy sight;
1475. GIVING: must be performed discreetly. YEt once more, heed thou this: give to the poor
discreetly, Nor suffer idle sloth to lean upon thy charitable arm: To diligence give, as to an equal, on just and fit
occasion ; Or he bartereth his hard-earned self-reliance for the
casual lottery of gifts. The timely loan hath added nerve, where easy liber
ality would palsy ; Work and wages make a light heart ; but the mendi
cant asketh with a heavy spirit. A man's own self-respect is worth unto him more
than money, And evil is the charity that humbleth, and maketh
man less happy. -Tupper.
1477. GIVING: the condition of getting.
A BEGGAR ask'd an alms
One day at an abbey-door,
The abbot replied, “We're poor !
When gifts fell thick as rain:
And how should we give again?'
Of old, unless I err,
Date and Dabitur.
Dabitur flourish'd too:
No wonder if Date rue.
Try and make plump the other !
Dabitur helps his brother.
The Abbot hung his head.
An angel,' Luther said. --Browning.
1476. GIVING. Reward of
See the rivers flowing
Downward to the sea, Pouring all their treasures
Bountiful and free; Yet to help their giving
Hidden springs arise ; Or, if need be, showers
Feed them from the skies.
1478. GLORY: brings little happiness. GLORIES, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But, look'd too near, have neither heat nor light.
Webster. Who pants for glory finds but short repose, A breath revives him, and a breath o'erthrows.
Real glory Springs from the quiet conquest of ourselves; And without that the conqueror is nought But the first slave.- Thomson.
1479. GLORY : exposes us to envy.
The secret enemy whose sleepless eye Stands sentinel, avenger, judge, and spy, The foe, the fool, the jealous and the vain, The envious who but breathe in others' pain, Behold the host ! delighting to deprave, Who track the steps of glory to the grave.
Byron. 1480. GLORY : transient. GLORY is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
Shakespeare. For this world's glory Is figured in the moon; they both wax dull, And suffer their eclipses in the full.- Aleyn.
What is glory? What is fame?
Dying next morrow;
Singing of sorrow.- Motherwell.
1482. GLORY. True What is true glory? Not the loud acclaim Of heedless throngs that shout, they know not
why, Clamorous hosannahs, when some favour'd name
For the brief hour is echoed to the sky; Not eminence of place that sets on high,
And gives to wield the power that rules the state; Nor royal splendours that enchant the eye
In gorgeous palaces where courtiers wait; Ambition hath not reach'd it when the prize
Long coveted by strifes or guile is won ; When, like the eagle soaring to the skies
And bathed in light beneath the unclouded sun,
In which exalted virtue stands array'd;
That e'en while yet beheld doth straightway fade; 'Tis as a robe of sunbeams deftly made, That glows undimm'd through the long flight of
years; That whoso wears, unreach'd by envious shade,
As dress'd in Heaven's own livery appears : 'Tis won by patient service, loving deeds
Wrought for mankind in firm self-sacrifice; By treading the rough path where duty leads ;
By trust that e'er on God and truth relies; By courage that knows not to yield, or fly, But, battling for the right, can calmly die !
1483. GLORY OF GOD: how it is rendered. My soul, rest happy in thy low estate, Nor hope nor wish to be esteem'd or great: To take the impression of a will DivineBe that thy glory, and those riches thine. Confess Him righteous in His just decrees; Love what He loves, and let His pleasure please; Die daily; from the touch of sin recede; Then thou hast crown'd Him, and He reigns indeed.
Madame Guyon, tr. by Cowper.
1484. GLORY OF GOD: may be sought in all
TEACH me, my God and King,
In Thee all things to see ;