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The valiant standeth as a rock, and the billows

Hence, tormenting terrors, hence ! break upon him :

God shall be my confidence ; The timorous is a skiff unmoor’d, toss'd and mock'd

Let Him lead me as He will, at by a ripple ;

O my soul, and be thou still. The valiant holdeth fast to good, till evil wrench it

From the German of P. 7. Spener. from him ; The timorous casteth it aside, to meet the worst half

Why art thou full of anxious fear way :

How thou shalt be sustain'd and fed ? Yet oftentimes is evil but a braggart, that provoketh

He who hath made, and placed thee here, and will not fight;

Will give thee needful daily bread. Or the feint of a subtle fencer, who measureth his thrust elsewhere;

193. ANXIETY : unfilial. Or perchance a blessing in a masque, sent to try thy CONSIDER, were it filial in a child trust,

To speak in such wise : "Father, though I know The precious smiting of a friend whose frowns are! How strong your love is, having proved it so all in love ;

Since my first breath was drawn; and though you've Often the storm threateneth, but is driven to other

piled climes,

Your stores with anxious care, that has beguiled And the weak hath quail'd in fear, while the firm vo

You oft of rest, that thus you might bestow hath been glad in his confidence.

Blessings upon me when your head lies low,

Yet in my heart are doubts unreconciled. 192. ANXIETY : needless.

To-morrow, when I hunger, can I be

Sure that for bread you will not give a clod,
LET nothing make thee sad or fretful

Letting me starve the while you hold in fee
Or too regretful,

(O'erlooking lesser needs) the acres broad
Be still-

Won for me through your ceaseless toil ?' Yet What God hath order'd must be right;

Then find in it thine own delight,

In just such fashion, dare to doubt of God!
His will.

Margaret 7. Preston. Why should'st thou fill to-day with sorrow

194. ANXIETY: unwise.
About to-morrow,

Be not over-exquisite
My heart?

To cast the fashion of uncertain evils :
One watches all with care most true,

For grant they be so, while they rest unknown, Doubt not that He will give thee too

What need a man forestall his date of grief,
Thy part.

And run to meet what he would most avoid ? Only be steadfast; never waver,

Milton. Nor seek earth's favour,

195. ANXIOUS. Counsel and Comfort for the
But rest;
Thou knowest that God's will must be

Commit thy way to God;
For all His creatures, so for thee,

The weight which makes thee faint-
The best.-Paul Flemming.

Worlds are to Him no load !

To Him breathe thy complaint.
Shall I o'er the future fret,

He who for winds and clouds
And the past for aye regret ?

Maketh a pathway free,
Shall I ne'er at evening close

Through wastes or hostile crowds
Smiling eyes in calm repose ?

Can make a way for thee.
Shall the thought be ne'er forgot,

Hope, then, though woes be doubled,
What may be my future lot?

Hope, and be undismay'd ;
Since these torturing cares are vain,

Let not thine heart be troubled,
And their end can ne'er attain.

Nor let it be afraid.
God hath kept me hitherto;

This prison where thou art,
Can He cease, then, to be true ?

Thy God will break it soon,
Why should I just now despair,

And flood with light thy heart,
Can He weary of His care?

In His own blessed noon.

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 :

No king can rule like Him. How wilt thou wonder when

Thine eyes no more see dim, To see those paths which vex thee,

How wise they were and meet ; The works which now perplex thee,

How beautiful, complete !

O no, good Kate ; neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture and mean array.

Shakespeare. 198. APPAREL. Seemly

FROM little matters let us pass to less,
And lightly touch the mysteries of dress;
The outward forms the inner man reveal.
We guess the pulp before we eat the peel.
One single precept might the whole condense-
Be sure your tailor is a man of sense ;
But add a little care, or decent pride,
And always err upon the sober side.
Wear seemly gloves; not black, nor yet too

light ;
And least of all the pair that once was white.
Have a good hat; the secret of your looks
Lies with the beaver in Canadian brooks.
Virtue may flourish in an old cravat,
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, Though real diamonds, for ignoble glass.

0. W. Holmes.

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 !

Paul Gerhardt.

199. APPEARANCES. Care for

APPEARANCES to save, his only care ;
So things seem right, no matter what they are.


196. APPAREL. Costly
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,

Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth,

Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? Why so large cost, having so short a lease,

Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,

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


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. For what I am, but what I wish to be.

Mrs Osgood.

197. APPAREL. Poor

Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor ;
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich:
And as the sun breaks through the darkest

So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What! is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful ?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painter skin contents the eye?

The wicked giant, Bali, had obtain'd

201. APPEARANCES. False Supreme control from heaven down to hell ; He all the humbler deities had chain'd;

LIKE a vessel at sea, amid sunshine and song,

Gayly we glide, in the gaze of the world, Like rain his cruelties unmeasured fell.

With streamers afloat, and with canvas unfurlid; The highest gods in fear a session call’d,

All gladness and glory to wondering eyes, And argued vengeful plans for many an hour : Yet charter'd by sorrow, and freighted with sighs! -From far below he upward look'd, and brawid Fading and false is the aspect it wears, An arrogant defiance to their power.

As the smiles we put on-just to cover our tears,

And the withering thoughts which the world cannot At length divinest Vishnu forward stepp'd,

know, While round the senate mighty plaudits ran, And vow'd himself-his consort Lakshim wept

Like heart-broken exiles, lie burning below;

While the vessel drives on to that desolate shore The foe to disenthrone, and ransom man.

Where the dreams of our childhood are vanish'd and The heavenly synod praised him, though they fear'd o'er !-Hervey.

His failure through some one of million harms. On earth, a puny man, he soon appear'd,

And, like the Spartan boy, to smile, and smile, And, as a beggar, ask'd of Bali alms.

While secret wounds do bleed beneath our cloaks.

Longfellow, “What wouldst thou have?' the horrid despot said,

And gave the shrinking dwarf a scornful glance. 202. ARCHITECTURE. O fool ! premonish'd by no mystic dread,

Let my due feet never fail And reading nought beneath that countenance !

To walk the studious cloisters pale, The little timid mendicant replies,

And love the high embowed roof, Give me so much of thy dominion's space

With antique pillars massy proof; The boon is small, but will for me suffice

And storied windows richly dight, As I can only by three steppings pace.'

Casting a dim religious light.-Milton. The blinded Bali, mocking, gave assent,

Whene'er we view some well-proportion'd dome, And look'd upon him with contemptuous eye. I No single parts unequally surprise ; Swift grew the dwarf through such immense extent, All comes united to th' admiring eyes. - Pope.

That one step spann'd the earth, one more, the sky! Then looking round, with haughty voice he said,

| 203. ARGUMENT. “The third where shall I take ? O Bali, tell ! Be calm in arguing : for fierceness makes At Vishnu's feet the tyrant placed his head,

Error a fault, and truth discourtesy. And instantaneously was thrust to hell.

| Why should I feel another man's mistakes
Oriental, tr. by W. R. Alger. More than his sickness or his poverty?

In love I should : but anger is not love,
A palace may unfold its gates,

Nor wisdom neither ; therefore gently move.
And show its gilded halls,
While at the gates no gladness waits,

Calmness is great advantage : he that lets
No joyful footstep falls.

Another chafe, may warm him at his fire ;

Mark all his wanderings, and enjoy his frets,
A prison may have iron bars,

As cunning fencers suffer heat to tire.
And walls of massive stone,

Truth dwells not in the clouds : the tower that's
Yet through the bars may shine the stars

there Of light and love alone.

Doth often aim at, never hit, the sphere.--Herbert.
A home may show to outward view

Let argument bear no unmusical sound,
A dome of crystal light,

Nor jars interpose, sacred friendship to grieve.
While to a few, who see things through,

Ben Jonson.
There reigns the gloom of night.

In argument with men a woman ever
But many a home all dark to sight,

Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause. - Milton.
Through poverty and cares,
Is full of light in darkest night,

When men argue, th' greatest part
For angels walk the stairs.

O'the contest falls on terms of art,

Until the fustian stuff be spent,
And then they fall to th' argument.--Butler.

He'd undertake to prove, by force
Of argument, a man's no horse.
He'd prove a buzzard is no fowl,
And that a lord may be an owl,
A calf an alderman, a goose a justice,
And rooks committee-men and trustees.


So, note by note, bring music from your mind,
Deeper than ever the Andante dived, -
So write a book shall mean beyond the facts,
Suffice the eye and save the soul beside.

Robert Browning: 206. ART. Necessity of

The whole world, without art and dress,
Would be but one great wilderness,
And mankind but a savage herd,
For all that nature has conferr'd :
This does but roughen and design,
Leaves art to polish and refine.Butler.

He could on either side dispute,
Confute, change hands, and still confute.


It is in vain, I see, to argue against the grain, Or like the stars, incline men to What they're averse themselves to do; For when disputes are wearied out, 'Tis interest still resolves the doubt. A man convinced against his will Is of the same opinion still.—Butler.

207. ART. Votaries of
What is thy worship but a vain pretence,
Spirit of beauty, and a servile trade,
A poor and an unworthy traffic made
With the most sacred gifts of soul and sense ;
If they who tend thine altars, gathering thence
No strength, no purity, may still remain
Selfish and dark, and from life's sordid stain
Find in their ministrations no defence ?
- Thus many times I ask, when aught of mean
Or sensual has been brought unto mine ear,
Of them whose calling high is to insphere

Eternal beauty in forms of human art| Vex'd that my soul should ever moved have been By that which has such feigning at the heart.


Why do dispates in wrangling spend the day, — Whilst one says only ‘Yes,' and t'other ‘Nay'?

. Denham.

In argument, Similes are like songs in love : They much describe, they nothing prove.Prior.

Who shall decide when doctors disagree,
And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me ?


Like doctors too, when much dispute has pass'd We find our tenets just the same at last.-Pope.

204. ARMOUR. Dying in

Oh, is it not a noble thing to die
As dies the Christian, with his armour on !--
What is the hero's clarion, though its blast
Ring with the mastery of a world, to this ?-
What are the searching victories of mind-
The lore of vanish'd ages ?-What are all
The trumpetings of proud humanity,
To the short history of him who made
His sepulchre beside the King of kings ?

N. P. Willis.

208. ARTIFICE. SHALLOW artifice begets suspicion, And like a cobweb veil but thinly shades The face of thy design : alone disguising What should have ne'er been seen ; imperfect mis

chief! Thou, like the adder, venomous and deaf, Hast stung the traveller, and, after, hear'st Not his pursuing voice ; e'en when thou think'st To hide, the rustling leaves and bended grass Confess and point the path which thou hast crept. O fate of fools ! officious in contriving ; In executing, puzzled, lame, and lost.-Congreve. A man of sense can artifice disdain, As men of wealth may venture to go plain. - Young,

205. ART. Impression of

ART may tell a truth Obliquely, do the thing shall breed the thought, Nor wrong the thought, missing the mediate word. So may you paint your picture, twice show truth, Beyond mere imagery on the wall, —

209. ASCENSION. Christ's It was a golden eventide. The sun Was sinking through the roseate clouds to rest Beneath the Western waves. But purer light And vestments woven of more glorious hues, Albeit invisible to mortal eyes, Gladden'd the heavens. For there the hosts of God, See, He lifts His hands above! See, He shows the prints of love ! Hark! His gracious lips bestow Blessings on His Church below!

al eyes,

Still for us His death He pleads;
Prevalent He intercedes ;
Near Himself prepares our place,
Harbinger of human race.
Master (will we ever say),
Taken from our head to-day,
See Thy faithful servants, see,
Ever gazing up to Thee.

Ten thousand times ten thousand, tier on tier,
Marshall'd by Gabriel, fill'd the firmament.

Every eye was bent
Upon the Saviour, as He stood amongst
The apostolic group, and lifted up
His hands and bless'd them, and in blessing rose,
No wind, no car, no cherubim of fire
Ministrant, in His Father's might self-moved,
Into the glowing sky; until a cloud
Far floating in the zenith, which had drunk
Of the last sunbeams, wrapt His radiant form,
And instantly became like light itself,
Then melted into viewless air.

“Lift up your heads, ye gates!
Be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors!
Up, and the King of glory shall come in.'
Immediate, like an echo from those ranks
Guarding the heavenly citadel, the voice
Of myriads perfectly attuned as one,
Came back the peal of joyful challenge, “Who,
Who is the King of glory?'-and from ours
The jubilant response, 'The Lord of hosts,
Mighty in battle against the powers of hell,
Jehovah, King of glory! Lift your heads !
Be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors !
Up, and the King of glory shall come in.'
'Who is the King of glory?' yet again
Peald from those opening gates. "The Lord of

hosts; He is the King of glory,' broke once more In waves of thunder on those jasper walls, Which never shook till now. And, host with host Commingling, through the portals on we swept.

E. H. Bickersteth.

Grant, though parted from our sight,
High above yon azure height,
Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Following Thee beyond the skies.
Ever upward let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love ;
Looking when our Lord shall come,
Longing, gasping after home.
There we shall with Thee remain,
Partners of Thy endless reign ;
There Thy face unclouded see,
Find our heaven of heavens in Thee.


211. ASCENSION. Christ's

Lo, God to heaven ascendeth !

Throughout its regions vast, With shouts triumphant blendeth

The trumpet's thrilling blast : Sing praise to Christ the Lord,

Sing praise with exultation,

King of each heathen nation, The God of Hosts adored !

210. ASCENSION. Christ's

Hall the day that sees Him rise, Ravish'd from our wishful eyes ! Christ, awhile to mortals given, Re-ascends His native heaven.

There the pompous triumph waits : "Lift your heads, eternal gates, Wide unfold the radiant scene ; Take the King of glory in!'

With joy is heaven resounding,

Christ's glad return to see ; Behold the saints surrounding

The Lord who set them free : Bright myriads thronging come;

The cherub band rejoices,

And loud seraphic voices Welcome Messiah home.

Circled round with angel powers, Their triumphant Lord and ours, Conqueror over death and sin ; Take the King of glory in !

No more the way is hidden,

Since Christ our Head arose : No more to man forbidden

The road to heaven that goes. Our Lord is gone before,

But here He will not leave us ;

In heaven He'll soon receive us : He opens wide the door.

Him though highest heaven receives, Still He loves the earth He leaves; Though returning to His throne, Still He calls mankind His own.

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