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2566. NEGLECT. Penalty of
What is the good man and the wise ?
Or jewel rare, which men account
Set forth upon the world's bazaar,
Till it in anger Heaven withdraws From the world's undiscerning eyes :
And in its shell the pearl again, And in its mine the jewel, lies.-Oriental.
2569. NEW YEAR. Uncertainty of the Could I, from heaven inspired, as sure presage
To whom the rising year shall prove his last, As I can number in my punctual page
And item down the victims of the past;
How each would trembling wait the mournful sheet
On which the press might stamp him next to die ; And, reading here his sentence, how replete
With anxious meaning, heavenward turn his eye! Then doubtless many a trifler, on the brink
Of this world's hazardous and headlong shore, Forced to a pause, would feel it good to think,
Told that his setting sun must rise no more.
Ah, self-deceived ! could I prophetic say
Who next is fated, and who next to fall, The rest might then seem privileged to play; But, naming none, the Voice now speaks to all.
Cowper. 2570. NEW YEAR'S THANKSGIVING.
2567. NEGLECT. The sinner's The husbandman, who sluggishly forgot In spring to plough and sow, could censure none, Though winter clamour'd round his empty barns. But he who having thus neglected, did Refuse, when autumn came, and famine threaten'd, To reap the golden field that charity Bestow'd-nay, more obdurate, proud, and blind, And stupid still, refused, though much beseech'd, And long entreated, even with Mercy's tears, To eat what to his very lips was held, Cook'd temptingly–he certainly, at least, Deserved to die of hunger, unbemoan'd. So did the wicked spurn the grace of God, And so were punish'd with the second death.
Hast power to aid and bless ;
Thy soothing hand may press.
Whose eye with want is dim;
Go thou and succour him.
Whose years are at their brim,
Go thou and comfort him.
Of every earthly gem;
Go thou and shelter them.
Fetter'd in thought and limb,
Go thou and ransom him.
With any need or grief,
Oh! give thou quick relief.
O LOVING One! O bounteous One!
What have I not received from Thee, Throughout the seasons that have gone
Into the past eternity?
Yet, Father, many a child of Thine,
Walks in a humbler path than mine. And, looking backward through the year,
Along the way my feet have press'd, I see sweet places everywhere,
Sweet places where my soul had rest.
For though some human hopes of mine
Are dead and buried from my sight, Yet from their graves immortal flowers
Have sprung and blossom'd into light. Body, and heart, and soul have been
Fed by the most convenient food; My nights are peaceful all the while,
And all my mortal days are good. My sorrows have not been so light,
Thy chastening hand I could not trace ; Nor have my blessings been so great
That they have hid my Father's face.
2571. NIGHT. Charms of
LOOK how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims :
Mrs Follen. 2572. NIGHT. Moral of
Behold the world Rests, and her tired inhabitants have paused From trouble and turmoil. The widow now Has ceased to weep, and her twin orphans lie Lock'd in each arm, partakers of her rest. The man of sorrow has forgot his woes; The outcast that his head is shelterless, His griefs unshared. The mother tends no more Her daughter's dying slumbers, but surprised With heaviness, and sunk upon her couch, Dreams of her bridals. Even the hectic, lullid On Death's lean arm to rest, in visions wrapp'd, Crowning with Hope's bland wreath his shuddering
nurse, Poor victim ! smiles. Silence and deep repose Reign o'er the nations ;, and the warning voice Of nature utters audibly within The general moral - tells us that repose, Death-like as this, but of far longer span, Is coming on us—that the weary crowds, Who now enjoy a temporary calm, Shall soon taste lasting quiet, wrapp'd around With grave-cloths; and their aching, restless heads Mouldering in holes and corners unobserved, Till the last trump shall break their sullen sleep.
H. Kirke White. 2573. NIGHT. Temple of
And how I bless night's consecrating shades,
Fill us with great ideas full of heaven,
Young 2574. NIGHT. Uses of the
Night is the time for rest;
How sweet, when labours close,
The curtain of repose,
To wet with unseen tears
The joys of other years,
Then from the eye the soul
Beyond the starry pole,
2575. NO ROOM FOR JESUS.
Hence man's best riches must be gain'd—not given; O PLODDING life! crowded so full
His noblest name deserved, and not derived.
2577. NOBILITY. True
'Tis not the wealth that makes a king,
Nor the purple colouring,
Nor a brow that's bound with gold,
Nor gate on mighty hinges roll’d.
The king is he, who, void of fear,
Looks abroad with bosom clear;
Who can tread ambition down,
Nor be sway'd by smile or frown :
Nor for all the treasure cares
That mine conceals, or harvest wears,
Or that golden sands deliver,
Bosom'd in a glassy river.
What shall move his placid might?
Not the headlong thunder-light,
Nor all the shapes of slaughter's trade,
Safe, with wisdom for his crown,
He looks on all things calmly down;
He welcomes Fate, when Fate is near,
Nor taints his dying breath with fear.
No-to fear not earthly thing,
That is all that makes the king;
And all of us, whoe'er we be,
May carve us out that royalty. 2576. NOBILITY : not an accident of birth.
Seneca, tr. by Leigh Hunt. WHOE'ER amidst the sons
2578. NOVELS. Nature of Of reason, valour, liberty, and virtue, Displays distinguish'd merit, is a noble
A Novel was a book Of nature's own creating. Such have risen,
Three-volumed, and once read, and oft cramm'd full Sprung from the dust; or where had been our Of poisonous error, blackening every page ; honours ?- Thomson.
And oftener still of trifling, second-hand
Remark, and old, diseased, putrid thought;
And miserable incident, at war Do they not spring from some proud monarch's With nature, with itself and truth at war: flatterer,
Yet charming still the greedy reader on, Some favourite mistress, or ambitious minister, Till, done, he tried to recollect his thoughts, The ruin of his country, while their blood
And nothing found but dreaming emptiness. Rolls down through many a fool, through many a These, like ephemera, sprung in a day, villain,
From lean and shallow-soiled brains of sand, To its now proud possessors ?- Frances.
And in a day expired ; yet while they lived,
Tremendous ofttimes was the popular roar ;
And cries of Live for ever! struck the skies.
Pollok The ignorant learn'd, the cowardly and base
2579. NOVELS. Vicious Deserving our respect as hrave and good. All men feel this : nor dares the despot say
YE writers of what none with safety reads, His fiat can endow with truth the soul,
Footing it in the dance that fancy leads ; Or, like a pension, on the heart bestow
Ye novelists, who mar what ye would mend, The virtues current in the realms above.
Snivelling and drivelling folly without end,
Whose corresponding misses fill the ream
Cowper. 2580. NOVELTY.
Shakespeare. All with one consent, praise new-born gauds, Though they are made and moulded of things past.
Shakespeare. If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work ; But, when they seldom come, they wish'd for come, And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
Shakespeare. Of all the passions that possess mankind, The love of novelty rules most the mind; In search of this, from realm to realm we roam ; Our fleets come fraught with every folly home.
For something new
Some Will-o'-wisp to help pursue.
For something New!-Hoyt.
What use of oaths, of promise, or of test,
Cowper. 2583. OBEDIENCE. Perfect
I WORSHIP Thee, sweet Will of God!
And all thy ways adore,
To love Thee more and more.
Like prison walls to be,
And leave the rest to Thee.
I know not what it is to doubt;
My heart is ever gay, I run no risk, for come what will,
Thou always hast Thy way!
I have no cares, O blessed Will,
For all my cares are Thine ;
Hast made Thy triumphs mine. - Faber.
2584. OBLIVION. Emblem of
Oaths were not purposed more than law
An oath is a recognizance to heaven,
ALONE I walk'd the ocean strand;
My name, the year, the day.
And wash'd my lines away.
And so, methought, 'twill shortly be With every mark on earth from me : A wave of dark oblivion's sea
Will sweep across the place Where I have trod the sandy shore Of Time, and been to be no more, Of me, my day, the name I bore,
To leave nor track nor trace.
A shadow of man's ravage, save his own,
When for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell’d, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
And yet, with Him who counts the sands,
Inscribed against my name,
For glory or for shame.-Hannah F. Gould.
2585. OBSERVATION. Points of
Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form
Glasses itself in tempests : in all time,
Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime
Dark-heaving-boundless, endless, and sublimeThe image of eternity—the throne
Of the invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made : each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless,
ALL's not offence that indiscretion finds,
Time to me this truth has taught
('Tis a treasure worth revealing), More offend by want of thought Than by any want of feeling.
Your blunderer is as sturdy as a rock,
Waller. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean,-roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain : Man marks the earth with ruin,-his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
2589. OFFERING. A complete
Saviour, is there anything
I have fail'd to bring ?
Slender is my store;
Even on earth-
To the Lord of all,
As the dew