Of columns, or far-shadowing pinnacles;
But rather as the delicate lily-work

By Hiram wrought for Solomon of old,
Enwreathed upon the brazen chapiters,
Or flowers of lilies round the molten sea.
Innumerable flowers thus bloom and blush
In heaven. Nor reckon God's designs in them
Frustrate, or shorn of full accomplishment :
The lily is as perfect as the oak;

The myrtle is as fragrant as the palm;
And Sharon's roses are as beautiful

As Lebanon's majestic cedar crown.-Bickersteth.

2007. INFANTS. Mourning for

WEEP not for them! it is no cause of sorrow That theirs was no long pathway to the tomb; They had one bright to-day, no sad to-morrow Rising in hope, and darkening into gloom.

Weep not for them! Give tears unto the living!

Oh waste no vain regret on lot like theirs! But rather make it reason for thanksgiving, That ye have nurtured angels unawares.

2008. INFIDELITY. Guilt of

THERE is a God,' all nature cries, All knowledge proves there is a God: ' 'There is no God,' the fool replies,

Whose heart is duller than the clod.

The grateful clod, refresh'd with rains,
Pours flowers along its Maker's path;
But the fool's heart a fool's remains,
Untouch'd by love, unmoved by wrath.

And yet the wretch himself deceives;
While fiends believe and trembling fly,
He trembles though he disbelieves ;
And conscience gives his life the lie.
James Montgomery.

2009. INFIDELS. Rebuke of

THE solemn mountain lifts its head, the Almighty to proclaim,

The brooklet from its crystal bed doth leap to greet His name;

High swells the deep and fitful sea upon its billowy track,

And red Vesuvius opes its mouth to hurl the falsehood back.

'No God!' With indignation high, yon fervent sun is stirr'd,

And the pale moon turns paler still, at such an impious word;

And from their thrones in heaven the stars look down with angry eye,

That man, a worm of dust, should mock eternal majesty.

2010. INFLUENCE. Double

THE bird that to the evening sings Leaves music when her song is ended; A sweetness left, which takes not wings, But with each pulse of eve is blended: Thus life involves a double light,

Our acts and words have many brothers; The heart that makes its own delight, Makes also a delight for others.

The owls that hoot from midnight tower
Shed gloom and discord ere they leave it ;
And sweetness closes, like a flower

That shuts itself, from tones that grieve it:
Thus life involves a double joy,

Or double gloom, for each hath brothers; The heart that makes its own annoy,

Makes also an annoy for others.-Charles Swain.

2011. INFLUENCE. Good

Sow on in faith! Sow the good seed! another after thee Shall reap. Hast thou not garner'd many fruits Of others' sowing, whom thou knowest not? Canst tell how many struggles, sufferings, tears, All unrecorded, unremember'd all, Have gone to build up what thou hast of good?

2012. INFLUENCE: immortal.

THE pure, the bright, the beautiful,
That stirr'd our hearts in youth;
The impulse of a worldless prayer,
The dream of love and truth,
The longings after something lost,
The spirit's yearning cry,
The strivings after better hopes :
These things shall never die.

The timely hand stretch'd forth to aid
A brother in his need,

The kindly word in grief's dark hour
That proves the friend indeed,
The plea of mercy softly breathed
When justice threatens nigh,
The sorrow of a contrite heart :
These things can never die.

The memory of a clasping hand,
The pressure of a kiss,

And all the trifles, sweet and frail,
That make up love's first bliss.
If with a firm, unchanging faith,

And holy trust and high,

Those hands have clasp'd, those lips have met;
These things shall never die.

The cruel and the bitter word
That wounded as it fell,
The chilling want of sympathy

We feel but never tell;'

The hard repulse that chills the heart
Whose hopes were bounding high;
In an unfading record kept,

These things shall never die.

Let nothing pass, for every hand
Must find some work to do ;

Lose not a chance to waken love—

Be firm, and just, and true;

So shall a light that cannot fade
Beam on thee from on high,
And angel voices say to thee,

These things shall never die.-Dickens.

And in them all is folded up a power

That on the earth doth move them to and fro;
And mighty are the marvels they have wrought
In hearts we know not, and may never know.
Faber.

2016. INFLUENCE. Responsibility of

THE smallest bark on life's tumultuous ocean
Will leave a track behind for evermore;
The lightest wave of influence, set in motion,
Extends and widens to the eternal shore :
We should be wary, then, who go before
A myriad yet to be; and we should take

Our bearing carefully, where breakers roar,
And fearful tempests gather; one mistake
May wreck unnumber'd barks that follow in our
wake.-Mrs Bolton.

2020. INGRATITUDE: base.

THE stall-fed ox, that is grown fat, will know
His careful feeder, and acknowledge too;
The generous spaniel loves his master's eye,
And licks his fingers though no meat be by:
But man, ungrateful man, that's born and bred
By Heaven's immediate power; maintain'd and fed
By His providing hand; observed, attended,
By His indulgent grace; preserved, defended,
By His prevailing arm: this man, I say,
Is more ungrateful, more obdure than they.
Man, oh most ungrateful man, can ever
Enjoy Thy gift, but never mind the Giver;
And like the swine, though pamper'd with enough,
His eyes are never higher than the trough.-Quarles.

Will ye not take them all, and yet
Walk from the cradle to the grave,
Enjoying, boasting, and forget

To think upon the God that gave?
Thou'lt even kneel to blood-stain'd kings,

Nor fear to have thy serfdom known;
Thy knee will bend for bauble things,
Yet fail to seek its Maker's throne.
Eliza Cook.

2025. INGRATITUDE. Monster of
TIME hath a wallet at his back
Wherein he puts alms for Oblivion,
A great-sized monster of ingratitudes :
Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd
As fast as they are made, forgot as soon
As done.-Shakespeare.

Ingratitude is a monsterTo be strangled in the birth; not to be cherish'd. Massinger.

2026. INGRATITUDE. Painfulness of
SHE hath tied
Sharp-tooth'd Unkindness, like a vulture, here.
Shakespeare.

This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arms,
Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart;
And, in his mantle muffling up his face,

Even at the base of Pompey's statue,

Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell. Shakespeare.

2027. INGRATITUDE: punished.

I HAVE been base;

Base even to him from whom I did receive
All that a son could to a father give:
Behold me punish'd in the self-same kind;
Th' ungrateful does a more ungrateful find.
Dryden.

2028. INGRATITUDE: the worst of crimes.

I HATE ingratitude more in a man
Than lying, vainness, babbling drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.-Shakespeare.

If there be a crime

Of deeper dye than all the guilty train Of human vices, 'tis ingratitude.—Brooke. He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one; All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.

Young.

THEY that do pull down churches, and deface
The holiest, altars, cannot hurt the Godhead.
A calm wise man may show as much true valour,
Amidst these popular provocations,
As can an able captain show security,

By his brave conduct through an enemy's country.
A wise man never goes the people's way;
But as the planets still move contrary

To the world's motion, so doth he to opinion:
He will examine if those accidents

Which common fame calls injuries, happen to him
Deservedly or no? Come they deservedly?
They are no wrongs then; but punishments:
If undeservedly, and he not guilty?

The doer of them first should blush-not he.

Fonson.

The purpose of an injury ;-'tis to vex
And trouble me: now nothing can do that
To him that's truly valiant. He that is affected
With the least injury, is less than it.-Jonson.

Not Fortune's self,
When she encounters Virtue, but comes off
Both lame and less. Why should a wise man then
Confess himself the weaker by the feeling

Of a fool's wrong? There may an injury
Be meant me; I may choose, if I will take it:
But we are now come to that delicacy
And tenderness of sense, we think an insolence
Worse than injury; base words worse than deeds:
We are not so much troubled with the wrong,
As with the opinion of the wrong: like children,
We are made afraid with vizards. Such poor sounds
As is the lie, or common words of spite,

Wise laws thought never worthy of revenge;
And 'tis the narrowness of human nature,
Our poverty and beggary of spirit,

To take exception at these things.
me!

He laugh'd at

He broke a jest! a third took place of me! How most ridiculous quarrels are all these!

INNOCENCE shall make False accusation blush, and tyranny Tremble at patience.-Shakespeare.

All your attempts

Shall fall on me like brittle shafts on armour,
That break themselves; or like waves against a rock,
That leave no sign of their ridiculous fury
But foam and splinters: my innocence like these
Shall stand triumphant, and your malice serve
But for a trumpet to proclaim my conquest;
Nor shall you, though you do the worst fate can,
Howe'er condemn, affright an honest man.

Massinger.

Innocence unmoved

At a false accusation, doth the more Confirm itself; and guilt is best discover'd By its own fears.-Nabb.

Misfortune may benight the wicked; she

Who knows no guilt, can sink beneath no fear.

Habbington. Only add

Deeds to thy knowledge answerable, add faith,
Add virtue, patience, temperance, add love,
By name to come call'd charity, the soul
Of all the rest; then wilt thou not be loath
To leave this paradise, but shalt possess
A paradise within thee, happier far.-Milton.

Heaven may awhile correct the virtuous,
Yet it will wipe their eyes again, and make
Their faces whiter with their tears. Innocence
Conceal'd is the stol'n pleasure of the gods,
Which never ends in shame, as that of men
Doth ofttimes do; but, like the sun, breaks forth,
When it hath gratified another world;
And to our unexpecting eyes appears
More glorious through its late obscurity.
John Fountain.

There is no courage but in innocence,
No constancy but in an honest cause.-Southern.

Oh that I had my innocence again!
My untouch'd honour! But I wish in vain.
The fleece that has been by the dyer stain'd
Never again its native whiteness gain'd.

Waller.

True conscious honour is to feel no sin : He's arm'd without that's innocent within: Be this thy screen, and this thy wall of brass. Pope. 2033. INSANITY.

Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
Like sweet bells jangled out of tune, and harsh ;
That unmatch'd form, and feature of blown youth,
Blasted with ecstasy.—Shakespeare.

How pregnant, sometimes, his replies are!
A happiness that often madness hits on,
Which sanity and reason could not be
So prosperously deliver'd of.-Shakespeare.

Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.-Dryden.

There is a pleasure in being mad

Which none but madmen know.-Dryden.

In reason's absence fancy wakes,

Ill matching words and deeds long past or late.

Milton.

With curious art the brain, too finely wrought,
Preys on itself, and is destroy'd by thought;
Constant attention wears the active mind,
Blots out her powers, and leaves a blank behind.
Churchill.

Of lunacy

Innumerous were the causes: humbled pride,
Ambition disappointed, riches lost,
And bodily disease, and sorrow, oft
By man inflicted on his brother man ;
Sorrow that made the reason drunk, and yet
Left much untasted-so the cup was fill'd :
Sorrow that, like an ocean dark, deep, rough,
And shoreless, roll'd its billows o'er the soul
Perpetually, and without hope of end.-Pollok.
2034. INSTINCT.

TELL me why the ant,
'Midst summer's plenty, thinks of winter's want,
By constant journeys careful to prepare
Her stores, and bring home the corny ear?
By what instruction does she bite the grain,
Lest hid in earth, and taking root again,
It might elude the foresight of her care?
Distinct in either insect's deed appear

The marks of thought, contrivance, hope, and fear.
Evil, like us, they shun, and covet good;
Abhor the poison and receive the food;
Like us they love or hate; like us they know
To joy the friend, or grapple with the foe.
With seeming thought their action they intend;
And use the means proportion'd to the end.

Cares not for service, or but serves when prest;
Stays till we call, and then not often near;
But honest instinct comes a volunteer ;
Sure never to o'ershoot, but just to hit ;
While still too wide or short is human wit.-Pope.
The meaner creatures never feel control,
By glowing instinct guided to the goal;
Each sense is fed, each faculty employ'd,—
And all their record is—a life enjoy'd.—Mrs Hale.
The meaner tribe the coming storm foresees,
In the still calm the bird divines the breeze;
The ox that grazes shuns the poison weed;
The unseen tiger frights afar the steed;
To man alone no kind foreboding shows
The latent horror or the ambush'd foes;
O'er each blind moment hangs the funeral pall,-
Heaven shines, earth smiles-and night descends on
all.-The New Timon.

2035. INSTRUCTION. Exemplary

He is a good divine that follows his

Own instructions; I can easier
Teach twenty what were to be done, than
To be one of the twenty to follow
My own teaching: The brain may devise laws
For the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er
A cold decree.—Shakespeare.

2036. INSTRUCTION: of the young. LABORIOUS still, he taught the early mind, And urged to manners meek and thoughts refined;