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And blood applied to greatness, is alone
240. AUTHOR. Fame of the
237. ATTAINMENT. Mockery of
There are hopes Promising well ; and love-touch'd dreams for some ; And passions, many a wild one ; and fair schemes For gold and pleasure-yet will only this Balk not the soul-Ambition only gives, Even of bitterness, a beaker full ! Friendship is but a slow-awaking dream, Troubled at best-Love is a lamp unseen, Burning to waste, or, if its light is found, Nursed for an idle hour, then idly brokenGain is a grovelling care, and Folly tires, And Quiet is a hunger never fedAnd from Love's very bosom, and from Gain, Or Folly, or a Friend, or from Repose, – From all but keen Ambition-will the soul Snatch the first moment of forgetfulness To wander like a restless child away. Oh, if there were not better hopes than these-Were there no palm beyond a feverish fameIf the proud wealth flung back upon the heart Must canker in its coffer-if the links Falsehood hath broken will unite no moreIf the deep-yearning love, that hath not found Its like in the cold world, must waste in tearsIf truth, and fervour, must return And die of their own fulness—if beyond The grave there is no heaven in whose wide air The spirit may find room, and in the love Of whose bright habitants the lavish heart May spend itself-what thrice-mock'd fools are we !
N. P. Willis.
He hath built up, glorious architect, a monument
more durable than brass ; His children's children shall talk of him in love, and
teach their sons his honour; His dignity hath set him among princes; the
universe is debtor to his worth ; His privilege is blessing for ever, his happiness
shineth now, For he standeth of that grand Election, each man
one among a thousand, Whose sound is gone out unto all the lands, and
their words to the end of the world. -- Tupper.
241. AUTHORS. Rules for
To write what may securely stand the test
242. AUTHORS: their vanity.
238. ATTRACTION : reversed.
CHAINS of my heart, avaunt, I say ;
I will arise, and in the strength of love Pursue the bright track, ere it fade away,
My Saviour's pathway to His home above. Sure, when I reach the point where earth
Melts into nothing from the uncumbered sight, Heaven will o'ercome the attraction of my birth,
And I shall sink in yonder sea of light. — Keble.
Ir addeth immortality to dying facts, that are ready
to vanish away, Embalming as in amber the poor insects of an hour ; Shedding upon stocks and stones the tender light of
interest, And illuming dark places of the earth with radiance
of classic lustre. It hath power to make past things present, and
availeth for the present in the future, Delivering thoughts, and words, and deeds, from the
outer darkness of oblivion.—M. F. Tupper.
239. ATTRACTIONS. Earthly FAREWELL, ye gilded follies, pleasing troubles; Farewell, ye honour'd rags, ye glorious bubbles: Fame's but a hollow echo; gold, pure clay ; Honour, the darling but of one short day ; Beauty, the idol, but a damask'd skin ; State, but a golden prison to live in, And tortore free-born minds; embroider'd trains, Merely but pageants for proud-swelling veins ;
244. AUTHORITY. A little brief
OH! it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
The year's in the wane ;
There is nothing adorning;
And the day has no morning;
To use it like a giant.
The rivers run chill ;
The red sun is sinking ;
And life is fast shrinking;
249. AVARICE: of the Aged.
245. AUTHORITY: how it is acquired.
Not from grey hairs authority doth flow,
Of age's avarice I cannot see
246. AUTHORITY. Intoxication of
250. AVARICE. Disappointed
"I GIVE and I devise' (old Euclio said, And sigh'd) 'my lands and tenements to Ned.' Your money, sir !
—My money, sir, what, all ? Why, if I must' (then wept), 'I give it Paul.' The manor, sir?- The manor ! hold,' he cried, ‘Not that I cannot part with that,' and died.
Pope. 251, AVARICE: its Folly.
247. AUTHORITY : its perils.
A MAN in authority is but as
Beaumont and Fletcher.
Go, miser! go: for lucre sell thy soul ;
248. AUTUMN. Lesson of
THE Autumn is old ;
The sere leaves are flying ; He hath gather'd up gold,
And now he is dying:
Why lose we life in anxious cares
The vintage is ripe ;
The harvest is heaping ;
Have no riches for reaping :-
Riches, like insects, when conceal'd they lie, Wait but for wings, and in their season fly; Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store Sees but a backward steward for the poor;
This year a reservoir, to keep and spare ;
252. AVARICE : in the young.
Young men to imitate all ills are prone,
Most wretched wight, whom nothing might suffice,
Whose greedy lust did lack in greatest store, Whose need had end, but no end covetise, Whose wealth was want, whose plenty made him
poor, Who had enough, yet wished evermore.-Spenser, When I was blind, my son, I did miscall My sordid vice of avarice, true thrift. But now forget that lesson, I prithee do. That cos'ning vice, although it seems to keep Our wealth, debars us from possessing it, And makes us more than poor.-May. Who, lord of millions, trembles for his store, And fears to give a farthing to the poor ; Proclaims that penury will be his fate, And, scowling, looks on charity with hate.
253. AVARICE : insatiable.
Canst thou tell me what is insatiable ?
The greedy eye of avarice!
It never, never could fill this !-Oriental.
234 AVARICE : Man's last vice.
The lust of gold succeeds the lust of conquest :
The love of gold, that meanest rage
The more we have, the meaner is our store ;
Persius, tr. by Dryden.
255. AVARICE. Misery of AND greedy avarice by him did ride
l'pon a camell loaden all with gold ; Two iron coffers hang on either side,
With precious metall full as they might hold, And in his lap an heap of coin he told ;
For of his wicked pelf his god he made, And into hell himself for money sold ;
Accursed usury was all his trade,
And right and wrong ylike in equall balance waide, His life was nigh unto death's dore yplaste ;
And thread-bare cote and cobbled shoes he ware, He scarce good morsell all his life did taste,
Bat both from backe and belly still did spare, To fill his bags, and richesse to compare :
Yet child nor kinsman living had he none,
To get, and nightly feare to lose his own,
257. AVARICE. Peril of
Yet in thy thriving still misdoubt some evil,
Lest gaining gain on thee, and make thee dim To all things else. Wealth is the conjurer's devil, Whom when he thinks he hath, the devil hath him.
Gold thou mayst safely touch ; but if it stick
Unto thy hands, it woundeth to the quick. What skills it if a bag of stones, or gold,
About thy neck do drown thee? raise thy head;
Take stars for money ; stars not to be told
262. BABY. Burial of a By any art, yet to be purchased.
TO-DAY we cut the fragrant sod, None is so wasteful as the scraping dame :
With trembling hands, asunder,
And lay this well-beloved of God,
Our dear, dead baby under. 58. AVARICE : praised.
O hearts that ache, and ache afresh!
O tears too blindly raining! The base wretch who hoards up all he can
Our hearts are weak, yet, being flesh,
Too strong for our restraining !
Sleep, darling, sleep! Cold rain shall steep 259. AVARICE. Slavery of
Thy little turf-made dwelling ; When thou wouldst take a lazy morning's nap,
Thou wilt not know, so far below,
What winds or storms are swelling; Up, up, says Avarice; thou snor'st again,
And birds shall sing in the warm spring, Stretchest thy limbs, and yawn'st, but all in vain :
And flowers bloom about thee : The tyrant Lucre no denial takes ;
Thou wilt not heed them, love ; but oh,
The loneliness without thee!
Father, we will be comforted !
Thou wast the gracious Giver ; Flax, castor, Coan wines, the precious weight
We yield her up, not dead, not dead, Of pepper, and Sabæan incense, take
To dwell with Thee for ever! With thy own hands from the tired camel's back ; Take Thou our child, ours for a day, And with post-haste thy running markets make.
Thine while the ages blossom!
This little shining head we lay
263. BABE. Death of a
She had seen
All of earth's year except the winter's snows, 260. AVERSION. Isolation of
Spring, summer, autumn, like sweet dreams, had It needs not guards in front and rear to keep the smiled
On her. Eva-or living—was her name; Aversion to the vulgar throng will hold them all at A bud of life folded in leaves and love ; bay.-Oriental.
The dewy morning-star of summer days ;
The golden lamp of happy fire-side hours; 261. AWAKING AFTER DEATH. The
The little ewe-lamb nestling by our side ;
The dove whose cooing echo'd in our hearts; In what a strange bewilderment do we
The sweetest chord upon our harp of praise ; Awake each morn from out the brief night's sleep. The quiet spring, the rivulet of joy ;
Our struggling consciousness doth grope and creep The pearl among His gifts who gave us all ; Its slow way back, as if it could not free
On whom not we alone, but all who look'd, Itself from bonds unseen. Then memory,
Gazing would breathe the involuntary words, Like sudden light, outflashes from its deep "God bless thee, Eva–God be bless'd for thee.' The joy or grief which it had last to keep
Alas, clouds gather'd quickly, and the storm For us; and by the joy or grief we see
Fell without warning on our tender bud, The new day dawneth like the yesterday;
Scattering its leaflets; and the star was drench'd We are unchanged ; our life the same we knew In tears; the lamp burnt dimly; unawares Before. I wonder if this is the way
The little lamb was faint; the weary dove We wake from death's short sleep, to struggle Cower'd its young head beneath its drooping wing ; through
The chord was loosen'd on our harp; the fount A brief bewilderment, and in dismay,
Was troubled, and the rill ran nearly dry; Behold our life unte our old life true.
And in our souls we heard our Father, saying, Helen Hunt. Will ye return the gift?' The Voice was low
crowd away ;
Win back the soul that His fair path forsook,
And mighty and eternal is the gain.
The answer lower still—'Thy will be done.'
E. H. Bickerstath.
266. BACKSLIDER'S RETURN. The
264. BABE. Departure of a
We saw its shadow ere it fell,
His messenger for Babie Bell.
And all our hopes were changed to fears,
And all our thoughts ran into tears,
We cried aloud in our belief,
And perfect grow through grief.'
Her heart was folded deep in ours.
The messenger from unseen lands : And what did dainty Babie Bell ?
She only cross'd her little hands, She only look'd more meek and fair! We parted back her silken hair,
We wove the roses round her brow
White buds, the summer's drifted snowWrapt her from head to foot in flowers !
And thus went dainty Babie Bell Out of this world of ours.-T. B. Aldrich.
I COME, O Lord, to Thee ;
Deeper in misery.
I have not kept Thy word, And yet Thou biddest me to taste Thy love ; Shaming my faithless heart, that e'er could rove
From Thee, O gracious Lord !
Shame wraps my heart around, Like morning gloom upon the mountains spread ; Indignant memory, avenger dread,
Deepens each restless wound.
Yet must I come to Thee !
Where should a sinner flee?
Whom didst Thou turn away? From what distress was hid Thy pitying face? What cold rebuke e'er check'd the cry for grace? Can I unheeded pray?
Thomas IV. Webb. 267. BAD TEMPERS.
Of all bad things by which mankind are cursed, Their own bad tempers surely are the worst.
268. BANISHMENT. An Epilogue.
265. BACKSLIDERS: how they are to be treated. LOOK thou with pity on a brother's fall,
And dwell not with stern anger on his fault; The grace of God alone holds thee, holds all ; Were that withdrawn, thou too would'st swerve
and halt. Lead back the wanderer to the Saviour's fold;
That were an action worthy of a saint ;
Nor publish to the world the evil taint.
Then is His holy name by men blasphemed,
Even by those His bitter death redeem'd. Rebuke the sin, but yet in love rebuke,
Feel as one member in another's pain ;
On a fair ship, borne swiftly o'er the deep,