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He stays to hear the widow's plaint of deep and 1463. GENTLENESS. Power of mourning love,

Sweet speaking oft a currish heart reclaims. He seeks to aid her lot below, and prompt her faith

Sidney. above. The orphan child, the friendless one, the luckless, or

His sweetness won a more regard the poor,

Unto his place, than all the boist'rous moods Will never meet his spurning frown, or leave his That ignorant greatness practiseth. — Fonson.

bolted door ; His kindred circles all mankind, his country all the

I've thought of all this pride, and all this pain,

And all the insolent plenitudes of power, globe

And I declare, by this most quiet hour, An honest name his jewell'd star, and truth his

Which holds in different tasks by the firelight ermine robe.

She, and my friends here, this delightful night, No haughty gesture marks his gait, no pompous tone

That power itself has not one half the might

Of Gentleness. 'Tis want to all true wealth ; his word, No studied attitude is seen, no palling nonsense

The uneasy madman's force, to the wise health ;

Blind downward beating, to the eyes that see; heard : He'll suit his bearing to the hour-laugh, listen,

Noise to persuasion, doubt to certainty ; learn, or teach,

The consciousness of strength in enemies, With joyous freedom in his mirth, and candour in his

Who must be strain'd upon or else they rise ; speech.

The battle to the moon, who all the while, He worships God with inward zeal, and serves Him

High out of hearing, passes with her smile: in each deed;

| The tempest, trampling in his scanty run, He would not blame another's faith, nor have one

To the whole globe, that basks about the sun ; martyr bleed;

Or as all shrieks and clangs, with which a sphere, Justice and mercy form his code ; he puts his trust in

Undone and fired, could rake the midnight ear, Heaven;

Compared with that vast dumbness nature keeps His prayer is, 'If the heart mean well, may all else

Throughout her starry deeps, be forgiven !'

| Most old, and mild, and awful, and unbroken,

Which tells a tale of peace beyond whate'er was Though few of such may gem the earth, yet such rare spoken.-Leigh Hunt.

gems there are, Each shining in his hallow'd sphere as virtue's polar

1464. GENTLENESS. Words of star.

SPEAK gently! it is better far Though human hearts too oft are found all gross,

To rule by love than fear ; corrupt, and dark,

Speak gently! let not harsh words mar Yet, yet some bosoms breathe and burn ; lit by Pro

The good we might do here. methean spark, There are some spirits nobly just, unwarp'd by pelf Speak gently! Love doth whisper low or pride,

The vows that true hearts bind, Great in the calm, but greater still when dash'd by And gently Friendship's accents flow, adverse tide;

Affection's voice is kind. They hold the rank no king can give, no station can

Speak gently to the little child ; disgrace.

Its love be sure to gain ; Nature puts forth her gentleman, and monarchs must give place.-Eliza Cook.

Teach it in accents soft and mild ;

It may not long remain.

Speak gently to the aged one, 1462. GENTLEMAN. Qualities of a

Grieve not the care-worn heart;

The sands of life are nearly run;
He is a noble gentleman ; withal

Let such in peace depart.
Happy in 's endeavours: the general voice
Sounds him for courtesy, behaviour, language,

Speak gently to the young, for they
And every fair demeanour, an example:

Will have enough to bear; Titles of honour add not to his worth,

Pass through this life as best they may, Who is himself an honour to his title.- Ford.

'Tis full of anxious care.

Speak gently, kindly, to the poor,

Let no harsh tones be heard ; They have enough they must endure

Without an unkind word. Speak gently to the erring ; know

They may have toil'd in vain; Perchance unkindness made them so;

Oh! win them back again. Speak gently! He who gave His life

To bend man's stubborn will, When elements were in fierce strife

Said to them, “Peace, be still !' Speak gently! 'tis a little thing

Dropp'd in the heart's deep well ; The good, the joy, which it may bring,

Eternity shall tell.-D. Bates.

And the deep silence which subdues the breath Like a strong feeling, hung upon the world As sleep upon the pulses of a child. 'Twas the last watch of night. Gethsemane, With its bathed leaves of silver, seem'd dissolved In visible stillness; and as Jesus' voice, With its bewildering sweetness, met the ear Of His disciples, it vibrated on Like the first whisper in a silent world. They came on slowly. Heaviness oppress'd The Saviour's heart, and when the kindness Of His deep love was pour'd, He felt the need Of near communion, for His gift of strength Was wasted by the spirit's weariness. He left them there, and went a little on, And in the depth of that hush'd silentness, Alone with God, He fell upon His face, And as His heart was broken with the rush Of His surpassing agony, and death, Wrung to Him from a dying universe, Was mightier than the Son of man could bear, He gave His sorrows way, and in the deep Prostration of His soul, breathed out the prayer, 'Father, if it be possible with Thee, Let this cup pass from Me.' Oh, how a word, Like the forced drop before the fountain breaks, Scilleth the press of human agony ! The Saviour felt its quiet in His soul ; And though His strength was weakness, and the

1465. GEOLOGY. Atheistic SEARCHING those edges of the universe,

We leave the central fields, a fallow part; To feed the eye more precious things amerce,

And starve the darken'd heart. Then all goes wrong; the old foundations rock ;

One scorns at him of old who gazed unshod ; One striking with a pick-axe thinks the shock

Shall move the seat of God.- Jean Ingelow.

light

1466. GETHSEMANE. Agony in On His pale brow the drops are large and red As victim's blood at votive altar shed His hands are clasp'd, His eyes are raised in prayerAlas, and is there strife He cannot bear, Who calm'd the tempest, and who raised the dead ? There is ! there is ! for now the powers of hell Are struggling for the mastery-'tis the hour When death exerts his last permitted power, When the dead weight of sin, since Adam fell, Is visited on Him who deign'd to dwell A man with men, that He might bear the stroke Of wrath Divine, and break the captives' yokeBut oh, of that dread strife what words can tell ? Those, only those which broke, with many a groan, From His full heart-'O Father, take away The cup of vengeance I must drink to-day; Yet, Father, not My will, but Thine, be done!'. It could not pass away-for He alone Was mighty to endure and strong to save; Nor would Jehovah leave Him in the grave, Nor could corruption taint His Holy One.-Dale.

Which led Him on till now was sorely dim,
He breathed a new submission-Not my will,
But Thine, be done, O Father !' As He spoke,
Voices were heard in heaven, and music stole
Out from the chambers of the vaulted sky,
As if the stars were swept like instruments.
No cloud was visible, but radiant wings
Were coming with a silvery rush to earth,
And as the Saviour rose, a glorious one,
With an illumined forehead, and the light,
Whose fountain is the mystery of God,
Encalm’d within His eye, bow'd down to Him,
And nerved Him with a ministry of strength.
It was enough-and with His god-like brow
Re-written of His Father's messenger,
With meekness whose divinity is more
Than power and glory, He return'd again
To His disciples, and awaked their sleep,
For 'he that should betray Him was at hand.

Willis. 1468. GETHSEMANE. Lesson of

Wouldst thou learn the depth of sin,

All its bitterness and pain ?
What it cost thy God to win

Sinners to Himself again?

1467. GETHSEMANE. Christ in The moon was shining yet. The Orient's brow, Set with the morning-star, was not yet dim;

Come, poor sinner, come with me;

As given unto one who cannot help, or proving Visit sad Gethsemane.

honest thanks.

There liveth not one among a million who is proof Wouldst thou know God's wondrous love?

against the charm of liberality, Seek it not beside the throne;

And flattery, that boon of praise, hath power with
List not angels' praise above,

the wisest.- Tupper.
But come and hear the heavy groan
By the Godhead heaved for thee,

1471. GIFTS: may be rendered valueless. Sinner, in Gethsemane.

Hamlet. I never gave you aught.
When His tears and bloody sweat,

Ophelia. My honour'd lord, you know right well,
When His passion and His prayer,

you did; When His pangs on Olivet,

And with them, words of so sweet breath composed Wake within thee thoughts of care

As made the things more rich: their perfume lost,
Remember, sinner, 'twas for thee

Take these again ; for to the noble mind
He suffer'd in Gethsemane !

Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind.

Shakespeare.
Hate the sin that cost so dear;

1472. GIFTS. Spiritual
Love the God that loved thee so ;
Weep if thou wilt, but likewise fear

Could I command with voice or pen
To bid that fountain freshly flow,

The tongues of angels and of men,
That gush'd so freely once for thee

A tinkling cymbal, sounding brass,
In sorrowful Gethsemane.-Monsell.

My speech and preaching would surpass:

Vain were such eloquence to me 1469. GETHSEMANE. View of

Without the grace of charity.

Could I the martyr's flame endure,
Bring the thrilling scene

Give all my goods to feed the poor;
Home to my inmost soul :-the sufferer's cry,

Had I the faith from Alpine steep * Father, if it be possible, this cup

To hurl the mountain to the deep, Take Thou away. Yet not My will, but Thine:'

What were such zeal, such power to me, The sleeping friends who could not watch one hour,

Without the grace of charity?
The torch, the flashing sword, the traitor's kiss,
The astonish'd angel, with the tear of heaven

Could I behold with prescient eye
Upon His cheek, still striving to assuage

Things future as the things gone by ; Those fearful pangs that bow'd the Son of God

Could I all earthly knowledge scan, Like a bruised reed. Thou who hast power to look

And mete out heaven with a span, Thus at Gethsemane, be still ! be still !

Poor were the chief of gifts to me What are thine insect-woes compared to His

Without the chiefest-charity. Who agonizeth there? Count thy brief pains

Charity suffers long, is kind, As the dust atom on life's chariot-wheels,

Charity bears a humble mind,
And in a Saviour's grief forget them all.

Rejoices not when ills befall,
Mrs Sigourney.

But glories in the weal of all, 1470. GIFTS. Influence of

She hopes, believes, and envies not, Policy counselleth a gift, given wisely and in season,

Nor vaunts, nor murmurs o'er her lot. And policy afterwards approveth it, for great is the The tongues of teachers shall be dumb, influence of gifts.

Prophets discern not things to come, The lover unsmiled before, is welcomed for his Knowledge shall vanish out of thought, jewell'd bauble :

And miracles no more be wrought, The righteous cause without a fee must yield to But charity shall never fail, bounteous guilt.

Her anchor is within the veil. How fair is a man in thine esteem whose just dis

James Montgomery. crimination seeketh thee, And so, discerning merit, honoureth it with gifts! |

1473. GIVING. Analogies of Yea, let the cause appear sufficient, and the motive Give! as the morning that flows out of heaven; clear and unsuspicious,

Give! as the waves when their channel is riven;

Give! as the free air and sunshine are given;

Lavishly, utterly, joyfully give:-
Not the waste drops of thy cup overflowing,
Not the faint sparks of thy hearth ever glowing,
Not a pale bud from the June roses blowing ;

Give, as He gave thee, who gave thee to live.
Pour out thy love, like the rush of a river,
Wasting its waters, for ever and ever,
Through the burnt sands that reward not the giver ;

Silent or songful, thou nearest the sea, Scatter thy life, as the summer showers pouring ! What if no bird through the pearl-rain is soaring? What if no blossom looks upward adoring?

Look to the life that was lavish'd for thee !

Watch the princely flowers

Their rich fragrance spread, Load the air with perfumes

From their beauty shed ; Yet their lavish spending

Leaves them not in dearth,
With fresh life replenish'd

By their mother earth.
Give thy heart's best treasures !

From fair nature learn ;
Give thy love—and ask not,

Wait not a return.
And the more thou spendest

From thy little store,
With a double bounty,
God will give thee more.

Adelaide Anne Procter.

1474. GIVING. Grounds for

But what or who are we, alas !

That we in giving are so free? Thine own before our offering was,

And all we have we have from Thee.
For we are guests and strangers here,

As were our fathers in Thy sight;
Our days but shadow-like appear,
And suddenly they take their flight.

George Wither.

1475. GIVING: must be performed discreetly. YEt once more, heed thou this: give to the poor

discreetly, Nor suffer idle sloth to lean upon thy charitable arm: To diligence give, as to an equal, on just and fit

occasion ; Or he bartereth his hard-earned self-reliance for the

casual lottery of gifts. The timely loan hath added nerve, where easy liber

ality would palsy ; Work and wages make a light heart ; but the mendi

cant asketh with a heavy spirit. A man's own self-respect is worth unto him more

than money, And evil is the charity that humbleth, and maketh

man less happy. -Tupper.

1477. GIVING: the condition of getting.

A BEGGAR ask'd an alms

One day at an abbey-door,
Said Luther ; but seized with qualms,

The abbot replied, “We're poor !
Poor, who had plenty once

When gifts fell thick as rain:
But they give us nought for nonce,

And how should we give again?'
Then the beggar, “See your sins !

Of old, unless I err,
Ye had brothers for inmates, twins,

Date and Dabitur.
While Date was in good case

Dabitur flourish'd too:
For Dabitur's lenten face,

No wonder if Date rue.
Would ye retrieve the one ?

Try and make plump the other !
When Date's penance is done,

Dabitur helps his brother.
Only, beware relapse!'

The Abbot hung his head.
*This beggar might be, perhaps,

An angel,' Luther said. --Browning.

1476. GIVING. Reward of

See the rivers flowing

Downward to the sea, Pouring all their treasures

Bountiful and free; Yet to help their giving

Hidden springs arise ; Or, if need be, showers

Feed them from the skies.

1478. GLORY: brings little happiness. GLORIES, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But, look'd too near, have neither heat nor light.

Webster. Who pants for glory finds but short repose, A breath revives him, and a breath o'erthrows.

Pope.

Real glory Springs from the quiet conquest of ourselves; And without that the conqueror is nought But the first slave.- Thomson.

1479. GLORY : exposes us to envy.

The secret enemy whose sleepless eye Stands sentinel, avenger, judge, and spy, The foe, the fool, the jealous and the vain, The envious who but breathe in others' pain, Behold the host ! delighting to deprave, Who track the steps of glory to the grave.

Byron. 1480. GLORY : transient. GLORY is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.

Shakespeare. For this world's glory Is figured in the moon; they both wax dull, And suffer their eclipses in the full.- Aleyn.

What is glory? What is fame?
The echo of a long-lost name ;
A breath, an idle hour's brief talk;
The shadow of an arrant naught;
A flower that blossoms for a day,

Dying next morrow;
A stream that hurries on its way,

Singing of sorrow.- Motherwell.
Our glories float between the earth and heaven
Like clouds that seem pavilions of the sun,
And are the playthings of the casual wind.

Bulwer.
1481. GLORY. True
This is true glory and renown, when God,
Looking on the earth, with approbation marks
The just man, and divulges him through heaven
To all His angels, who with true applause
Recount his praises : thus He did to Job,
Who famous was in heaven, on earth less known ;
Where glory is false glory, attributed
To things not glorious, men not worthy of fame.
They err who count it glorious to subdue
By conquest far and wide, to over-run
Large countries, and in field great battles win,
Great cities by assault: what do these worthies,
But rob and spoil, burn, slaughter, and enslave
Peaceable nations, neighbouring or remote,
Made captive, yet deserving freedom more
Than those their conquerors, who leave behind
Nothing but ruin wheresoe'er they rove,
And all the flourishing arts of peace destroy.
But if there be in glory aught of good,
It may by means far different be attain'd,
Without ambition, war, or violence ;
By deeds of peace, by wisdom eminent,
By patience, temperance. - Milton.

1482. GLORY. True What is true glory? Not the loud acclaim Of heedless throngs that shout, they know not

why, Clamorous hosannahs, when some favour'd name

For the brief hour is echoed to the sky; Not eminence of place that sets on high,

And gives to wield the power that rules the state; Nor royal splendours that enchant the eye

In gorgeous palaces where courtiers wait; Ambition hath not reach'd it when the prize

Long coveted by strifes or guile is won ; When, like the eagle soaring to the skies

And bathed in light beneath the unclouded sun,
It proudly triumphs in its daring flight,
And on a world looks down in conscious might.
True glory is the lustre pure and fair

In which exalted virtue stands array'd;
No changeful, transient blaze, no meteor glare

That e'en while yet beheld doth straightway fade; 'Tis as a robe of sunbeams deftly made, That glows undimm'd through the long flight of

years; That whoso wears, unreach'd by envious shade,

As dress'd in Heaven's own livery appears : 'Tis won by patient service, loving deeds

Wrought for mankind in firm self-sacrifice; By treading the rough path where duty leads ;

By trust that e'er on God and truth relies; By courage that knows not to yield, or fly, But, battling for the right, can calmly die !

Ray Palmer.

1483. GLORY OF GOD: how it is rendered. My soul, rest happy in thy low estate, Nor hope nor wish to be esteem'd or great: To take the impression of a will DivineBe that thy glory, and those riches thine. Confess Him righteous in His just decrees; Love what He loves, and let His pleasure please; Die daily; from the touch of sin recede; Then thou hast crown'd Him, and He reigns indeed.

Madame Guyon, tr. by Cowper.

1484. GLORY OF GOD: may be sought in all

things.

TEACH me, my God and King,

In Thee all things to see ;

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