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It is, indeed, a blessing, when the virtues

Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep : Of noble races are hereditary :

All these with ceaseless praise his works behold, And do derive themselves from th' imitation Both day and night. How often from the steep Of virtuous ancestors.--Nabb.

Of echoing h'll or thicket have we heard

Celestial voices to the midnight air, How vain are all hereditary honours,

Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Those poor possessions from another's deeds,

Singing their great Creator ! oft in bands Unless our own just virtues form our title

While they keep watch, or nightly rounding walk, And give a sanction to our fond assumption !

With heavenly touch of instrumental sounds

In full harmonic number join'd, their songs
Men should press forward in fame's glorious chase ; Divide the night, and lift our thoughts to heaven.
Nobles look backward, and so lose the race.

Young 174. ANGELS: and men.
Depend upon it, my snobbish friend,

ANGELS are men of a superior kind;
Your family thread you can't ascend,
Without good reason to apprehend

Angels are men in lighter habit clad,
You may find it wax'd, at the farther end,

High o'er celestial mountains wing'd in flight, By some plebeian vocation !

And men are angels loaded for an hour, Or, worse than that, your boasted line

Who wade the miry vale, and climb with pain, May end in a loop of stronger twine,

And slippery step, the bottom of the steep.

Nor are our brothers thoughtless of their kin,
That plagued some worthy relation !

Yet absent, but not absent from their love.
John G. Saxe.

Michael has fought our battles, Raphael sung 171. ANGELS: are always in heaven.

Our triumphs, Gabriel on our errands flown,

Sent by the Sovereign ; and are these, O man ! Then unbeguile thyself, and know with me, Thy friends and warm allies, and thou (shame burn That angels, though on earth employ'd they be, Thy cheek to cinder!) rival to the brutes !- Young. Are still in heaven.--Donne.

175. ANGELS. Ministry of 172. ANGELS. Care of the

AND is there care in heaven? And is there love 'Tis your office, spirits bright,

In heavenly spirits to these creatures base,
Still to guard us night and day,

That may compassion of their evils move?
And before your heavenly might

There is : else much more wretched were the case Powers of darkness flee away.

Of men than beasts. But, oh, the exceeding grace Ever doth our unseen host

Of highest God, that loves His creatures so,
Camp around us, and avert

And all His works with mercy doth embrace,
All that seek to do us hurt,

That blessed angels He sends to and fro,
Curbing Satan's malice most.

To serve to wicked man, to serve His wicked foe! And ye come on ready wing, When we drift toward sheer despair,

How oft do they their silver bowers leave,

To come to succour us that succour want !
Seeing nought where we might cling,

How oft do they with golden pinions cleave
Suddenly, lo! ye are there !
And the wearied heart grows strong,

The glittering skies, like flying pursuivant,

Against foul fiends to aid us militant!
As an angel strengthen'd Him,

They for us fight, they watch, and duly ward,
Fainting in the garden dim,

And their bright squadrons round about us plant; 'Neath the world's vast woe and wrong.

And all for love, and nothing for reward :
Fohann Rist.

Oh, why should heavenly God to men have such 173. ANGELS. Existence of

regard !-Spenser. These stars, though unbeheld in deep of night,

176. ANGELS. Office of the Shine not in vain ; nor think, though men were none, That heaven would want spectators, God want | They are God's ministering spirits, and are sent praise.

His messengers of mercy, to fulfill Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth

Good for Salvation's heirs. For us they still

To win or storm the ramparts of the heart
Except to treachery impregnable.-E. H. Bickersteth.

178. ANGELS : their fall.

Grieve when we sin, rejoice when we repent;
And on the last dread day they shall present

The sever'd righteous at His holy hill,
With them God's face to see, to do His will,
And bear with them His likeness. Was it meant
That we this knowledge should in secret seal,

Unthought of, unimproving? Rather say, God deign'd to man His angel hosts reveal,

That man might learn like angels to obey; And those who long their bliss in heaven to feel, Might strive on earth to serve Him even as they.


If a man would be invariable,
He must be like a rock, or stone, or tree;
For ev'n the perfect angels were not stable,
But had a fall more desperate than we.

Sir 7. Davies,

179. ANGELS: their visits.

177. ANGELS. Strife of

THE good he scorn'd Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost, Not to return; or, if it did, in visits Like those of angels, short and far between.


180. ANGELS. Two

Man hath two attendant angels,

Ever waiting at his side, With him wheresoe'er he wanders,

Wheresoe'er his feet abide. One to warn him when in danger,

And rebuke him if he stray : One to leave him to bis nature,

And so let him go his way.

My dwelling had been situate beside The myriads of a vast metropolis : But now astonish'd I beheld, and lo! There were more spirits than men, more habitants Of the thin air than of the solid ground : The firmament was quick with life. As when The prophet's servant look'd from Dothan forth On Syria's thronging multitudes, and saw, His eyes being open'd at Elisha's prayer, Chariots of fire by fiery horses drawn, The squadrons of the sky around the seer Encamping. Thus in numbers numberless The hosts of darkness and of light appeard Thronging the air. They were not ranged for fight, But mingled host with host, angels with men. Nor was it easy to discern the lost From the elect. There were no horned fiends As some have fabled, no gaunt skeletons Of naked horror; but the fallen wore, Even as the holy angels, robes of light; Nor did their ruin otherwise appear Than in dark passions, envy, and pride, and hate, Which like a brand upon their brow obscured The lustre of angelic loveliness. It was not open battle, might with might Contesting ; but uninterrupted war Of heavenly faithfulness and hellish craft. By every saint a holy watcher stood; By some a company of blessed spirits ; Each had their ministry assign'd. And oft From some superior chief the watchword passid, Or warnings came of stratagems foreseen, Or tidings from the court of glory sped From lip to lip more quickly than the thoughts Which men decipher from electric signs. Far off their armour gleam'd. On the other hand The spirits of darkness freely intermix'd With all ; innumerable legions armd ; And, baffled oft, to their respective lords The thrones and principalities of hell Repairing, better learn'd their cursed lore

Two recording spirits, reading

All his life's minutest part, Looking in his soul and listening

To the beatings of his heart. Each with pen of fire electric,

Writes the good and evil wrought; Writes with truth that adds not, errs not,

Purpose, action, word, and thought.

One, the Teacher and Reprover,

Marks each heaven-deserving deed ; Graves it with the lightning's vigour ;

Seals it with the lightning's speed ; For the good that man achieveth

Good beyond an angel's doubtSuch remains for aye and ever,

And cannot be blotted out.

One (severe and silent Watcher)

Noteth every crime and guile, Writes it with a holy duty,

Seals it not, but waits awhile ; If the evil-doer cry not

‘God, forgive me l'ere he sleeps, Then the sad stern spirit seals it,

And the gentler spirit weeps.-P. Prince.

Those hearts that start at once into a blaze, And open all their rage, like summer storms At once discharged grow cool again and calm.

C. Johnson.

181. ANGELS : with us unawares.
In this dim world of clouding cares,

We rarely know, till ’wilder'd eyes

See white wings lessening up the skies, The angels with us unawares.

Gerald Massey. 182. ANGER.

Senseless, and deform'd, Convulsive anger storms at large; or pale And silent, settles into full revenge.


Loud complaint, however angrily
It shakes its phrase, is little to be fear'd,
And less distrusted. --Byron.


Full many mischiefs follow cruel wrath :

Abhorred bloodshed, and tumultuous strife, Unmanly murder, and unthrifty scath,

Bitter despite, with rancour's rusty knife,

And fretting grief, the enemy of life ; All these, and many evils more, haunt ire.

The swelling spleen, and phrenzy raging rife, The shaking palsy, and Saint Francis' fire : Such one was wrath, the last of this ungodly tire.


Anger is like
A full hot horse, who being allow'd his way,
Self. mettle tires him.-Shakespeare.

The heart is hard in nature, and unfit
For human fellowship, as being void
Of sympathy, and therefore dead alike
To love and friendship both, that is not pleased
With sight of animals enjoying life,
Nor feels their happiness augment his own.


Being once chafed, he cannot Be rein'd again to temperance; then he speaks What's in his heart.-Shakespeare.

Unknit that threat'ning unkind brow;
It blots thy beauty, as frost bites the meads,
Confounds thy fame. --Shakespeare.

My rage is not malicious ; like a spark
Of fire by steel enforced out of a flint,
It is no sooner kindled, but extinct. -Goff.


When anger rushes, unrestrain'd, to action,
Like a hot steed, it stumbles in its way:
The man of thought strikes deepest, and strikes


There is not in nature A thing that makes a man so deform'd, so beastly, As doth intemp'rate anger. – Webster.

Verily, they are all thine : freely mayest thou serve

thee of them all : They are thine by gift for thy needs, to be used in all

gratitude and kindness; Gratitude to their God and thine,--their Father and

thy Father, Kindness to them who toil for thee, and help thee

with their all : For meat, but not by wantonness of slaying : for

burden, but with limits of humanity. For luxury, but not through torture : for draught, but

according to the strength : For a dog cannot plead his own right, nor render a

reason for exemption, Nor give a soft answer unto wrath, to turn aside the

undeserved lash; The galled ox cannot complain, nor supplicate a

moment's respite; The spent horse hideth his distress, till he panteth

out his spirit at the goal ; Also, in the winter of life, when worn by constant

toil, If ingratitude forget his services, he cannot bring

them to remembrance : Behold, he is faint with hunger ; the big tear standeth

in his eye ; His skin is sore with stripes, and he tottereth beneath

his burden; His limbs are stiff with age, his sinews have lost their

vigour, And pain is stamped upon his face, while he wrestleth

unequally with toil :

The elephant is never won with anger;
Nor must that man, who would reclaim a lion,
Take him by the teeth. - Dryden.
Madness and anger differ but in this,
This is short madness, that long anger is.-Aleyn.

Where there's
Power to punish, 'tis tyranny to rage;
Anger is no attribute of justice ;
'Tis true she's painted with a sword, but looks
As if she held it not; though war be in
Her hand, yet peace dwells in her face.


Yet once more mutely and meekly endureth he the The future of the present is the soul, crushing blow;

How this life groans, when sever'd from the next! That struggle hath cracked his heart-strings-the Poor mutilated wretch, that disbelieves ! generous brute is dead !

By dark distrust his being cut in two, Liveth there no advocate for him ? no judge to In both parts perishes: life void of joy, avenge his wrongs?

Sad prelude of eternity in pain ! No voice that shall be heard in his defence ? no sen Could'st thou persuade me the next life could fail tence to be passed on his oppressor ?

Our ardent wishes, how should I pour out Yes, the sad eye of the tortured pleadeth pathetically My bleeding heart in anguish, new as deep! for him;

0, with what thoughts (thy hope, and my despair) Yea, all the justice in heaven is roused in indigna. | Abhorr'd ANNIHILATION blasts the soul, tion at his woes;

And wide extends the bounds of human woe! Vea, all the pity upon earth shall call down a curse

Young upon the cruel ;

| 185. ANNIHILATION. Advocates of Yea, the burning malice of the wicked is their own exceeding punishment.

ARE there on earth (let me not call them men!) The Angel of Mercy stoppeth not to comfort, but Who lodge a soul immortal in their breasts, passeth by on the other side,

Unconscious as the mountain of its ore, And hath no tear to shed, when a cruel man is Or rock, of its inestimable gem? damned. — Tupper.

When rocks shall melt, and mountains vanish, these
Shall know their treasure-treasure, then, no more.

Are there (still more amazing!) who resist 184 ANNIHILATION. Absurdity of

The rising thought? who smother, in its birth, Why life, a moment ? infinite, desire ?

The glorious truth? who struggle to be brutes ? Our wish, eternity? our home, the grave ?

Who through this bosom-barrier burst their way, Heaven's promise dormant lies in human hope :

And, with reversed ambition, strive to sink ? Who wishes life immortal proves it too.

Who labour downwards through the opposing Why happiness pursued, though never found?

powers Man's thirst of happiness declares it is,

Of instinct, reason, and the world against them, For nature never gravitates to nought :

To dismal hopes, and shelter in the shock That thirst, unquench'd, declares it is not here.

Of endless night ?--night, darker than the grave's !-.

Who fight the proofs of immortality ?
Why cordial friendship riveted so deep,
As hearts to pierce at first, at parting, rend,

With horrid zeal, and execrable arts,
If friend and friendship vanish in an hour ?

Work all their engines, level their black fires, Is not this torment in the mask of joy?

To blot from man this attribute divine Why by reflection marrd the joys of sense ?

(Than vital blood far dearer to the wise),

Blasphemers and rank atheists to themselves?
Why past and future preying on our hearts,
And putting all our present joys to death ?

Young: Why labours reason ?- instinct were as well!

186. ANNIHILATION. License of Instinct far better--what can choose can err. 0, how infallible the thoughtless brute !

Duty! Religion !—These, our duty done, "Twere well his holiness were half as sure.

Imply reward. Religion is mistake. Reason with inclination, why at war?

Duty!-there's none, but to repel the cheat. Why sense of guilt? why conscience up in arms ?

Ye cheats, away! ye daughters of my pride, Conscience of guilt is prophecy of pain,

Who feign yourselves the favourites of the skies ! And hosom counsel to decline the blow.

Ye towering hopes, abortive energies, Reason with inclination ne'er had jarr’d,

That toss and struggle in my lying breast If nothing future paid forbearance here.

To scale the skies, and build presumptions there, These, a thousand pleas uncall’d,

As I were heir of an eternity-
All promise, some insure, a second scene;

Vain, vain ambitions ! trouble me no more.
Which, were it doubtful, would be dearer far Why travel far in quest of sure defeat ?
Than all things else most certain ; were it false,

| As bounded as my being be my wish. What truth on earth so precious as the lie?

All is inverted; wisdom is a fool. This world it gives us, let what will ensue ;

Sense ! take the rein ; blind passion ! drive us on ; This world it gives, in that high cordial, hope ; And ignorance, befriend us on our way;

To thy Redeemer take that care, And change anxiety to prayer.

Ye new, but truest patrons of our peace !
Yes, give the pulse full empire ; live the brute,
Since, as the brute, we die .... the sum of man,
Of Godlike man, to revel and to rot !- Young.

187. ANT. Lesson from the

TURN to the prudent ant thy heedful eyes,
Observe her labours, sluggard, and be wise :
No stern command, no monitory voice
Prescribes her duties, or directs her choice;
Yet, timely provident, she hastes away
To snatch the blessings of the plenteous day;
When fruitful summer loads the teeming plain,
She crops the harvest and she stores the grain.
How long shall sloth usurp the useless hours,
Unnerve thy vigour, and enchain thy powers ;
While artful shades thy downy couch enclose,
And soft solicitation courts repose ?
Amidst the drowsy charms of dull delight,
Year chases year with unremitted flight,
Till want now following, fraudulent and slow,
Shall spring to seize thee like an ambush'd foe.


Hast thou a hope with which thy heart
Would almost feel it death to part?
Entreat thy God that hope to crown,
Or give thee strength to lay it down.
Hast thou a friend whose image dear
May prove an idol worshipp'd here?
Implore the Lord that nought may be
A shadow between heaven and thee.
Whate'er the care which breaks thy rest-
Whate'er the wish that swells thy breast,
Spread before God that wish, that care,
And change anxiety to prayer.

191. ANXIETY. Misery of

188. ANTIQUITY. Charms of

THERE is a power And magic in the ruin'd battlement, For which the palace of the present hour Must yield its pomp, and wait till ages Are its dower.-Byron.

189. ANXIETY : deprecated.
Be still, my soul, let nothing stir

Thee from the sweet repose
Of those who to their God refer

Their joys, their cares, their woes.
Be quiet, why this anxious heed

About thy tangled ways ?
God knows them all, He giveth speed,

And He allows delays.
What though He let thee not perform

Some good and loved design ?
Thou would'st not wish Him to conform

His perfect will to thine !

PERPETUAL anguish fills his anxious breast,
Not stopt by business, nor composed by rest;
No music cheers him, nor no feast can please.

Dryden. Thou hast seen many sorrows, travel-stained pilgrim

of the world, But that which hath vexed thee most, hath been the

looking for evil ; And though calamities have crossed thee and misery

been heaped on thy head, Yet ills that never happened have chiefly made thee

wretched. Verily, evils may be courted, may be wooed and

won by distrust. Ask for good, and hope it ; for the ocean of good is

fathomless; Ask for good, and have it ; for thy Friend would see

thee happy; But to the timid heart, to the child of unbelief and

dread, That leaneth on his own weak staff, and trusteth in

the sight of his eyes, The evil he feared shall come, for the soil is ready

for the seed. Therefore look up, sad spirit; be strong, thou

coward heart, Or fear will make thee wretched, though evil follow

not behind. Cease to anticipate misfortune, -there are still many

chances of escape; But if it come, be courageous, face it and conquer

thy calamity. There is not an enemy so stout as to storm and take

the fortress of the mind, Unless its infirmity turn traitor, and fear unbar the


My God! the hearing ear impart,

To hear Thee tell Thy will, And then bestow the ready heart

All meekly to fulfil.

190. ANXIETY : how to get rid of it.

Hast Thou within a care so deep, It chases from thine eyelids sleep?

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