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2420. MARTYRS. Ashes of the
The world, at last, to freedom. What were we,
If Brutus had not lived ? He died in giving
Rome liberty, but left a deathless lesson
A name which is a virtue, and a soul
Which multiplies itself throughout all time.-Byron.
2423. MARTYRS: secret of their triumphs. Shall spring a plenteous seed
Let our choir new anthems raise ;
Wake the morn with gladness :
God Himself to joy and praise
Turns the martyrs' sadness.
This the day that won their crown,
Open'd heaven's bright portal,
As they laid the mortal down,
And put on the immortal.
Never flinch'd they from the flame,
From the torture never ;
Vain the foeman's sharpest aim,
Satan's best endeavour : 2421. MARTYRS. Christian
For by faith they saw the land, The lion's feet, the lion's lips, are dyed with crim
Deck'd in all its glory, son gore,
Where triumphant now they stand A look of faith, an unbreathed prayer, the martyr's
With the victor's story. pangs are o'er. Proud princes and grave senators gazed on that fear
Faith they had that knew not shame,
Love that could not languish; ful sight, And even woman seemd to share the savage crowd's
And eternal hope o'ercame delight;
Momentary anguish. But what the guilt that on the dead a fate so fearful
He who trod the self-same road,
Death and hell defeated ; drew?
Wherefore these their passions show'd, A blameless faith was all the crime the Christian
Calvary repeated. martyr knew : And where the crimson current flow'd upon that
Up and follow, Christian men ! barren sand,
Press through toil and sorrow! Up sprung a tree, whose vigorous boughs soon over
Spurn the sight of fear, and then, spread the land;
Oh, the glorious morrow ! O'er distant isles its shadow fell, nor knew its roots
Who will venture on the strife? decay,
Who will first begin it? E'en when the Roman Cæsar's throne and empire Who will seize the land of life? pass'd away.-Hamilton Buchanan.
Warriors, up and win it !
St Joseph of the Studium, tr. by 7. M. Neale. 2422. MARTYRS. Influence of the We must behold no object save our country,
2424. MARTYRS. Seed of the And only look on death as beautiful, So that the sacrifice ascend to heaven,
Avenge, O Lord, Thy slaughter'd saints, whose And draw down freedom on her evermore.
bones But if we fail?' They never fail who die
Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold, In a great cause! The block may soak their gore; | Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, Their heads may sodden in the sun; their limbs When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones, Be strung to city gates and castle walls;
Forget not in Thy book : record their groans But still their spirit walks abroad. Though years Who were Thy sheep, and in their ancient folds Elapse, and others share as dark a doom,
Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rollid They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans Which overpower all others, and conduct
The vales redoubled to the hills, and they
To Heaven. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow O’er all th' Italian fields, where still doth sway
The triple Tyrant : that from these may grow A hundred-fold, who having learn'd Thy way,
Early may fly the Babylonian woe. -Milton.
Who, on Christ's dear Mother thinking,
Would not share her sorrows deep?
Scourged, and crown'd with thorns entwined;
Till His Spirit He resign'd.
2425. MARTYRS. Support of the WHEN persecution's torrent blaze
Wraps the unshrinking martyr's head,
When summer friends are gone and fed,
A wand no human arm may wield,
His steps to guide, his soul to shield? Thou, Saviour, art his Charmed Bower, His Magic Ring, his Rock, his Tower. --Keble. 2426. MARTYRS: their victory. They seem'd to die on battle-field,
To die with justice, truth, and law; The bloody corpse, the broken shield,
Were all that senseless folly saw. But, like Antxus, from the turf,
They sprung refresh'd, to strive again,
Rise to the rank of men.
Their voices hush'd in endless sleep;
Beneath that mangled, smouldering heap! Yet that wan band, unarm'd, defied
The legions of their pagan foes ; And in the truths they testified,
From out the ashes rose.
Jesu, may such deep devotion
Fount of love, Redeemer kind !
Tr. from the Latin, by Caswali.
shore, Their ruins perish'd, and their place no more; Convinced, she now contracts the vast design, All her triumphs sink into a coin. A narrow orb each crowded conquest keeps; Beneath her palm here sad Judæa weeps ; Now scantier limits the proud arch confine, And scarce are seen the prostrate Nile or Rhine ; A small Euphrates through the piece is rollid, And little eagles wave their wings in gold.— Popt.
2427. MARY-at the cross.
Where He hung, her Son and Lord ;
Felt the sharp and piercing sword.
Of the sole-begotten One ;
Of her ever-glorious Son. Who, on Christ's dear Mother gazing, Pierced by anguish so amazing,
Born of woman, would not weep?
Physic can but mend our crazy state ; Patch an old building, not a new create.
Dryder. What art so noble as the healing art, When by the sick it plays its godlike part ? What more revolting to the good and pure Than physic, which procrastinates the cure? Yet why from science claim her ready balm, While folly gilds tenfold the treacherous palm? Why not test science as you test your food Examine first and then pronounce it good! Why put a thing whose nature you but guess Into a thing whereof you know still less, Whether you find it help your health or no, Simply because your doctor tells you so?
2431. MEETING. Hope of JOYFUL words—we meet again !
Love's own language, comfort darting
Through the souls of friends at parting,
Compass'd round with care and sorrow,
Gloom to-day, and storm to-morrow,
O'er our last endearments weeping,
Happy they whose spirits soaring,
2434. MELANCHOLY. Cure of Some high or humble enterprise of good
Contemplate, till it shall possess thy mind, Become thy study, pastime, rest, and food,
And kindle in thy heart a flame refined.
Pray Heaven with firmness thy whole soul to bind To this thy purpose, -to begin, pursue,
With thoughts all fix'd, and feelings purely kind ; Strength to complete, and with delight review, And grace to give the praise where all is ever due. Rouse to some work of high and holy love,
And thou an angel's happiness shalt know; Shalt bless the earth while in the world above ;
The good begun by thee shall onward flow
In many a branching stream, and wider grow; The seed that, in these few and fleeting hours,
Thy hands, unsparing and unwearied, sow, Shall deck thy grave with amaranthine flowers, And yield thee fruits divine in heaven's immortal
2432. MEETING. Prophecy of THOSE we love can never perish;
They at most but disappear, And their memories we cherish,
While, unseen, we feel them near. Soon we'll leave the mists and vapours
Which pervade the vale of tears, And the dimly burning tapers
That but mock our hopes and fears; Pass within the realms supernal,
Where the seeming is the real, And the transient, the eternal,
In the loftiest ideal.
2435. MELANCHOLY. Effects of
This melancholy flatters, but unmans you;
A lazy frost, a numbness of the mind ?-Dryden.
Melancholy Sits on me as a cloud along the sky, Which will not let the sunbeams through, nor yet Descend in rain, and end ; but spreads itself | 'Twixt heaven and earth, like envy between man And man,-an everlasting mist. -Byron.
There we'll meet the loved departed
When life's weary wheels stand still !' Meet the noble, the true-hearted,
Who life's mission here fulfil. Friends and lovers, sisters, brothers,
With the thousands we hold dear; Fathers, daughters, sons, and mothers,
Within that celestial sphere.-C. C. Bedell.
2433. MELANCHOLY. Causes of
SWEET recreation barr'd, what doth ensue,
We're not ourselves, When nature, being opprest, commands the mind To suffer with the body.-Shakespeare.
2436. MELANCHOLY: not always an evil.
There is a mood (I sing not to the vacant and the young), There is a kindly mood of melancholy, That wings the soul, and points her to the skies.
Dyer. 2437. MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD. Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days:
The scene is touching, and the heart is stone
To perish neverThat feels not at that sight, and feels at home. | Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour,
Nor man nor boy,
Nor all that is at enmity with joy,
Can utterly abolish or destroy!
Hence in a season of calm weather,
Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither-
Can in a moment travel thither,
And see the children sport upon the shore,
And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Here, while I roved-a heedless boy-
Here, while through paths of peace I ran,
My feet were vex'd with puny snares,
My bosom stung with insect-cares :
But, ah ! what light and little things
Are childhood's woes !--they break no rest :
Like dew-drops on the skylark's wings
While slumbering in his grassy nest,
Gone in a moment, when he springs
To meet the morn with open breast,
As o'er the eastern hills her banners glow,
And veil'd in mist the valley sleeps below. To know I'm farther off from heaven
James Montgomery. Than when I was a boy !-Hood.
Ah me! those joyous days are gone!
I little dreamt, till they were flown,
How fleeting were the hours !
For, lest he break the pleasing spell,
Time bears for youth a muffled bell,
And hides his face in flowers.
Ah! well I mind me of the days,
Still bright in memory's flattering rays, Delight and liberty, the simple creed
When all was fair and new ; Of childhood, whether busy or at rest,
When knaves were only found in books, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast-1 And friends were known by friendly looks, Not for these I raise
And love was always true !- John G. Saxı. The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings
2438. MEMORY. Bells of of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings,
HARK ! the faint bells of the sunken city Blank misgivings of a creature
Peal once more their wonted evening chime ! Moving about in worlds not realized,
From the deep abysses floats a ditty, High instincts, before which our mortal nature
Wild and wondrous, of the olden time.
Temples, towers, and domes of many stories
There lie buried in an ocean grave-
Undescried, save when their golden glories
Gleam, at sunset, through the lighted wave. Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing,
And the mariner who had seen them glisten, Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make In whose ears those magic bells do sound, Our noisy years seem moments in the being
Night by night bides there to watch and listen, Of the eternal silence : truths that wake
I Though death lurks behind each dark rock round.
So the bells of memory's wonder-city
Peal for me their old melodious chime ; So my heart pours forth a changeful ditty,
Sad and pleasant, from the bygone time.
Domes and towers and castles, fancy-builded,
There lie lost to daylight's garish beamsThere lie hidden till unveil'd and gilded,
Glory-gilded, by my nightly dreams! And then hear I music sweet upknelling
From many a well-known phantom band, And, through tears, can see my natural dwelling Far off in the spirit's luminous land !
Mueller, tr. by Mangan.
When I remember all
The friends, so link'd together,
I feel like one
Whose lights are fled,
Whose garlands dead,
2442. MEMORY of the heart.
2439. MEMORY. Function of
HAD memory heen lost with innocence,
If stores of dry and learned lore we gain,
Daniel Webster, 2443. MEMORY. Perpetuation of Not myself, but the truth that in life I have spoken,
Not myself, but the seed that in life I have sown, Shall pass on to ages—all about me forgotten,
Save the truth I have spoken, the things I have
When time, which steals our years away,
Shall steal our pleasures too, The memory of the past will stay,
And half our joy renew.-Moore.
Long, long be my heart with such memories filld! Like the vase in which roses have once been distillid: You may break, you may ruin the vase if you will; But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Moore. There are moments of life that we never forget,
Which brighten and brighten as time steals away; They give a new charm to the happiest lot, And they shine on the gloom of the loneliest day.
Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
The smiles, the tears,
The eye that shone,
Now dimm'd and gone,
So let my living be, so be my dying;
So let my name lie, unblazon'd, unknown ; Unpraised and unmiss'd, I shall still be remember'd ; Yes—but remember'd by what I have done.
Bonar. 2444. MEMORY: quickened into exercise. LULL'd in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are link'd by many a hidden chain ; Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise !
Each stamps its image as the other flies !-Rogers. As letters some hand has invisibly traced,
When held to the flame will steal out to the sight, So, many a feeling that long seem'd effaced, The warmth of a meeting like this brings to light !
Moore. 2445. MEMORY. Sorrows of
WHEN musing on companions gone, We doubly feel ourselves alone. -Scotl.