Yet once more mutely and meekly endureth he the The future of the present is the soul, How this life groans, when sever'd from the next! Liveth there no advocate for him? no judge to avenge his wrongs? No voice that shall be heard in his defence? no sentence to be passed on his oppressor? Yes, the sad eye of the tortured pleadeth pathetically for him ; By dark distrust his being cut in two, Could'st thou persuade me the next life could fail Yea, all the justice in heaven is roused in indigna- Abhorr'd ANNIHILATION blasts the soul, tion at his woes; Yea, all the pity upon earth shall call down a curse upon the cruel ; Yea, the burning malice of the wicked is their own exceeding punishment. The Angel of Mercy stoppeth not to comfort, but passeth by on the other side, And wide extends the bounds of human woe! 185. ANNIHILATION. Advocates of And hath no tear to shed, when a cruel man is Or rock, of its inestimable gem? damned.-Tupper. 184. ANNIHILATION. Absurdity of WHY life, a moment? infinite, desire? All promise, some insure, a second scene; When rocks shall melt, and mountains vanish, these Of instinct, reason, and the world against them, To blot from man this attribute divine Young. 186. ANNIHILATION. License of That toss and struggle in my lying breast Vain, vain ambitions! trouble me no more. All is inverted; wisdom is a fool. Sense! take the rein; blind passion! drive us on; And ignorance, befriend us on our way; Ye new, but truest patrons of our peace! Yes, give the pulse full empire; live the brute, 187. ANT. Lesson from the TURN to the prudent ant thy heedful eyes, To snatch the blessings of the plenteous day; 188. ANTIQUITY. Charms of THERE is a power Johnson. And magic in the ruin'd battlement, 189. ANXIETY: deprecated. BE still, my soul, let nothing stir Be quiet, why this anxious heed About thy tangled ways? God knows them all, He giveth speed, What though He let thee not perform Thou would'st not wish Him to conform His perfect will to thine! My God! the hearing ear impart, 190. ANXIETY: how to get rid of it. HAST Thou within a care so deep, It chases from thine eyelids sleep? To thy Redeemer take that care, Hast thou a hope with which thy heart 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- 191. ANXIETY. Misery of PERPETUAL anguish fills his anxious breast, 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 gates. Or perchance a blessing in a masque, sent to try thy CONSIDER, were it filial in a child trust, The precious smiting of a friend whose frowns are all in love; Often the storm threateneth, but is driven to other climes, And the weak hath quail'd in fear, while the firm hath been glad in his confidence. 192. ANXIETY : needless. LET nothing make thee sad or fretful Be still What God hath order'd must be right; His will. Tupper. Why should'st thou fill to-day with sorrow One watches all with care most true, Only be steadfast; never waver, But rest; Thou knowest that God's will must be For all His creatures, so for thee, The best.-Paul Flemming. Shall I o'er the future fret, And the past for aye regret? God hath kept me hitherto ; To speak in such wise: 'Father, though I know Your stores with anxious care, that has beguiled we, In just such fashion, dare to doubt of God! 194. ANXIETY: unwise. Yet Margaret J. Preston. COMMIT thy way to God; The weight which makes thee faint- To Him breathe thy complaint. Maketh a pathway free, Hope, then, though woes be doubled, Hope, and be undismay'd; Nor let it be afraid. This prison where thou art, Thy God will break it soon, Up, up, the day is breaking, Say to thy cares, Good night! Thy troubles from thee shaking Like dreams in day's fresh light. Thou wearest not the crown, Nor the best course canst tell; God sitteth on the throne, And guideth all things well. Trust Him to govern, then : Thine eyes no more see dim, Faithful the love thou sharest ; All, all is well with thee; The crown from hence thou bearest With shouts of victory. In thy right hand to-morrow Thy God shall place the palms. To Him who chased thy sorrow, How glad will be thy psalms! 196. APPAREL. Costly Paul Gerhardt. POOR Soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Eat up thy charge? Is this thy body's end? Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be fed, without be rich no more: So shalt thou feed on death, that feeds on men ; And, death once dead, there's no more dying then.-Shakespeare. And least of all the pair that once was white. But man and nature scorn the shocking hat. Be shy of breast-pins; plain, well-iron'd, white, With small pearl buttons,-two of them in sight, Is always genuine, while your gems may pass, 199. APPEARANCES. Care for APPEARANCES to save, his only care; 200. APPEARANCES: deceptive. APPEARANCES deceive, And this one maxim is a standing rule,Men are not what they seem.-Havard. The deepest ice that ever froze Can only o'er the surface close; The living stream lies quick below, And flows, and cannot cease to flow.—Byron. 'Tis not the fairest form that holds The mildest, purest soul within ; 'Tis not the richest plant that folds The sweetest breath of fragrance in.-Dawes. Within the oyster's shell uncouth The purest pearl may hide :- Trust me you'll find a heart of truth Within that rough outside.—Mrs Osgood. Alas! I am but woman, fond and weak, Without even power my proud, pure love to speak; But oh, by all I fail in, love not me Mrs Osgood. The wicked giant, Bali, had obtain'd Supreme control from heaven down to hell; And argued vengeful plans for many an hour: While round the senate mighty plaudits ran, And vow'd himself-his consort Lakshim weptThe foe to disenthrone, and ransom man. The heavenly synod praised him, though they fear'd His failure through some one of million harms. On earth, a puny man, he soon appear'd, And, as a beggar, ask'd of Bali alms. "What wouldst thou have?' the horrid despot said, And gave the shrinking dwarf a scornful glance. O fool! premonish'd by no mystic dread, And reading nought beneath that countenance! The little timid mendicant replies, 'Give me so much of thy dominion's space— The boon is small, but will for me suffice— As I can only by three steppings pace.' The blinded Bali, mocking, gave assent, And look'd upon him with contemptuous eye. Swift grew the dwarf through such immense extent, That one step spann'd the earth, one more, the sky! Then looking round, with haughty voice he said, Oriental, tr. by W. R. Alger. A palace may unfold its gates, A prison may have iron bars, And walls of massive stone, Yet through the bars may shine the stars A home may show to outward view While to a few, who see things through, There reigns the gloom of night. But many a home all dark to sight, Is full of light in darkest night, BE calm in arguing: for fierceness makes Another chafe, may warm him at his fire; Doth often aim at, never hit, the sphere.-Herbert. Let argument bear no unmusical sound, In argument with men a woman ever When men argue, th' greatest part O' the contest falls on terms of art, |