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Each hour I humbly pray for faith,

But am a doubter still.

· Sure, were I not despised of God,

He would not leave me so,
To struggle thus in constant strife

Against the deadly foe.'
The bishop to his sorrowing son

Thus spake a kind relief : • The King of France has castles twain;

To each he sends a chief. • There's Montelhery, far inland,

That stands in place secure; While La Rochelle, upon the coast,

Doth sieges oft endure.
Now for these castles, - both preserved, -

First in his prince's love
Shall Montelhery's chief be placed,

Or La Rochelle's above?'

“Oh, doubtless, sire,' the sinner said,

• That king will love the most The man whose task was hard to keep

His castle on the coast !'

"Son,' said the bishop, 'thou art right;

Apply this reasoning well : My heart is Montelhery fort,

And thine is La Rochelle !'

3301. TEMPTATION : may be resisted.

SECURE of outward force, within himself
The danger lies, yet lies within his power :
Against his will he can receive no harm.

Milton. 3302. TEMPTATION. Prayer for help in

LORD, bear me company;
Alone I dare not climb the mountain height;
Alone I dare not face the bitter night,
The fearsome watch, the Adversary's might.

Oh! bear me company.

Let me cling close to Thee. I climb the steep with faint and faltering tread; I tremble with a strange, unknowing dread; My heart within feels numb and cold and dead,

Oh! keep me close to Thee.

Abide with me, O Lord; For I a vigil long and sad must keep; Mine eyes their bitter, unshed tears must weep; Ay, I must watch and pray while others sleep.

Oh! leave me not, dear Lord.

Lord, intercede for me. O Hands that piercèd hung on Calvary's tree, O Head, sore-bruised and thorn-crown'd for me, O Heart that broke with world-weigh'd agony,

Now intercede for me.

Support and comfort me;
For in the wilderness, alone, apart,
I and my weary and sin-burden'd heart
Must face the Tempter, meet his cruel dart.

Jesus, comfort me !

There is no helper else. Unless thou hear’st my anguish'd, pleading cry, Unless thou climb'st with me the mountain high, In vain the vigil-I shall faint and die.

Thou only, Lord, canst help.

O Lamb who once wast slain, Who all the sad world's sin dost take away, Hear thou my cry. Oh! close beside me stay; Take thou my burden, light my doleful way,

Thou who art risen again.

Conquer for me, O Lord.
Uphold me through the long and bitter fast-
Ay, till the Tempter's power be overpast.
Give me the victory, by Thy grace, at last.
Conquer for me, O Lord.

Mary E. C. Wyeth. 3303. TEMPTATION. Prayers for help in

The billows swell, the winds are high,
Clouds overcast my wintry sky;

3298. TEMPTATION. Danger of PERHAPS thou dost but try me-yet take heed ! There's nought so monstrous but the mind of man, In some condition, may be brought to approve : Theft, sacrilege, treason, and parricide, When flattering opportunity enticed, And desperation drove, have been committed By those who once would start to hear them named.

Lillo. 3299. TEMPTATION. Help in

THOUGH temptations round thy path
Lift their serpent-heads in wrath,-
Though the heavy tear-drops start,
Whilst the cloud is on thy heart,
Though thy hope sends not a glance
From his hidden countenance,-
Jesus can thy trials see ;
He was tempted once like thee.

Mary Anne Gray.
3300. TEMPTATION : is not sin.
Evil into the mind of God or man
May come and go, so unapproved, and leave
No spot or blame behind.-Milton.

Out of the depths to Thee I call,-
My fears are great, my strength is small.
O Lord, the pilot's part perform,
And guard and guide me through the storm :
Defend me from each threatening ill ;
Control the waves ; say, 'Peace! be still.'
Amidst the roaring of the sea,
My soul still hangs her hope on Thee;
Thy constant love, Thy faithful care,
Is all that saves me from despair.-Cowper,

Plead, when the tempter's art • To each fond hope of mine Denies this faithless heart

Can e'er be Thine.
If slander whisper, too,
The sin I never knew,
Thou who wouldst urge the true,

Plead Thou my cause.- Waring.

We but look On surfaces. Temptation never shook One soul whose secret hidden forces lay Firm centred in the right. The glacier bides For ages white and still, and seems a part Of the eternal Alps. But at its heart, Each hour, some atom noiseless jars, and slides, Until the avalanche falls with thundering weight. God only knoweth the beginning's date.'

Helen Hunt. 3307. TEMPTATIONS. The most dangerous

Most dangerous
Is that temptation that doth goad us on
To sin in loving virtue.--Shakespeare.
The instruments of darkness tell us truths;
Win us with honest trifles to betray us

In deepest consequence.-Shakespeare.
When devils will their blackest sins put on,
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows.

Shakespeare
3308. TEST. A general
For forms of government let fools contest;
Whate'er is best administer'd is best :
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight;
His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
In faith and hope the world will disagree,
But all mankind's concern is charity :
All must be false that thwart this one great end,
And all of God that bless mankind or mend.-Pope.

3304. TEMPTATION: should be promptly re

sisted.

TH'encroaching ill you early should oppose : Flatter'd, 'tis worse, and by indulgence grows.

Dryden. 3305. TEMPTATION : should be shunned.

Lie in the lap of sin, and not mean harm?
It is hypocrisy against the devil :
They that mean virtuously, and yet do so,
The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt

Heaven.-Shakespeare,

3309. TEST. Objection to a A MAN there came, whence none could tell,

Bearing a touchstone in his hand ;

And tested all things in the land By its unerring spell.

So fatal 'twas to seek temptation out !
Most confidence has still most cause to doubt.

Dryden.

'Tis wisdom to beware, And better shun the bait than struggle in the snare.

Dryden. To shun th' allurement is not hard To minds resolved, forewarn'd, and well prepared; But wondrous difficult, when once beset, To struggle through the straits, and break th' in.

volving net.-Dryden.

Quick birth of transmutation smote

The fair to foul, the foul to fair ;

Purple nor ermine did he spare,
Nor scorn the dusty coat.
Of heir-loom jewels, prized so much,

Were many changed to chips and clods,

And even statues of the gods Crumbled beneath its touch. Then angrily the people cried,

* The loss outweighs the profit far;

Our goods suffice us as they are; We will not have them tried.'

3306. TEMPTATION : the secret of its power.

Men said to-day, of one who sinn'd, 'What may
This mean? What sudden madness overtook
His brain, that in a moment he forsook
The rectitude which until yesterday
Had made his life a beacon by the way
To common men?' I answer'd ::

And since they could not so avail

To check his unrelenting quest,

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My God, I thank Thee, who hast made

The earth so bright;
So full of splendour and of joy,

Beauty and light;
So many glorious things are here

Noble and right.
I thank Thee, too, that Thou hast made

Joy to abound;
So many gentle thoughts and deeds

Circling us round,
That in the darkest spot of earth

Some love is found.

For all that God in mercy sends;
For health and children, home and friends,
For comfort in the time of need,
For every kindly word and deed,
For happy thoughts and holy talk,
For guidance in our daily walk, ,

For everything give thanks !
For beauty in this world of ours,
For verdant grass and lovely flowers,
For song of birds, for hum of bees,
For the refreshing summer breeze,
For hill and plain, for streams and wood,
For the great ocean's mighty flood,

In everything give thanks !
For the sweet sleep which comes with night,
For the returning morning's light,
For the bright sun that shines on high,
For the stars glittering in the sky,

For these and everything we see,
! O Lord ! our hearts we lift to Thee,
For everything give thanks!

Miss E. I. Tupper.

I thank Thee more that all our joy

Is touch'd with pain ;
That shadows fall on brightest hours;

That thorns remain ;
So that earth's bliss may be our guide,

And not our chain,
For Thou who knowest, Lord, how soon

Our weak heart clings,
Hast given us joys, tender and true,

Yet all with wings,
So that we see gleaming on high

Diviner things!
I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast kept

The best in store :
We have enough, yet not too much

To long for more ;
A yearning for a deeper peace,

Not known before.
I thank Thee, Lord, that here our souls,

Though amply blest,
Can never find, although they seek,

A perfect rest, -
Nor ever shall, until they lean
On Jesus' breast.

Adelaide Anne Procter.

3311. THANKFULNESS. Causes for We give Thee thanks, O Lord, our God,

For all things beautiful that be,
Morn's lovely skies, eve's sunset clouds,

The grass-green earth, the dark blue sea; The roses sweet that come with June;

The rainbow born of summer rains; The pure white flakes of winter snows;

The leaves that burn as autumn wanes.

For every great and glorious gift

Our thanks to Thee, O Lord, belong; Thy power guides the artist's hand, · Thy music fills the poet's song. Thy smile is seen in friendship's smile;

The tones of love are all Thine own; And in the laugh of little ones

Is heard an echo from Thy throne.

3313. THEATRE. Corruption of the Lo, where the Stage, the poor, degraded Stage, | Holds its warp'd mirror to a gaping age;.

Then I said,-my heart was sinful,

Very sinful was my speech,* All the wells of God's salvation

Are too deep for me to reach.'

And He answer'd, Rise and labour;

Doubt and idleness is death. Shape thee out a goodly vessel

With the strong hands of thy faith.'
So I wrought, and shaped the vessel,

Then knelt lowly, humbly there,
And I drew up living water
With the golden chain of prayer.

Phæbe Carey.

There, where to raise the drama's moral tone,
Fool Harlequin usurps Apollo's throne ;
There, where grown children gather round, to praise
The new-vamp'd legends of their nursery days,
Where one loose scene shall turn more souls to

shame,
Than ten of Channing's lectures can reclaim;
There, where in idiot rapture we adore
The herded vagabonds of every shore ;
Women unsex’d, who, lost to woman's pride,
The drunkard's stagger ape, the bully's stride;
Pert lisping girls, who, still in childhood's fetters,
Babble of love, yet barely know their letters ;
Neat-jointed mummers, mocking nature's shape,
To prove how nearly man can match an ape;
Vaulters, who, rightly served at home, perchance
Had dangled from the rope on which they dance ;
Dwarfs, mimics, jugglers, all that yield content,
Where sin holds carnival and wit keeps lent;
Where, shoals on shoals, the modest million rush,
One sex to laugh, and one to try to blush,
When mincing Ravenot sports tight pantalettes,
And turns fops' heads while turning pirouettes ;
There, at each ribald sally, where we hear
The knowing giggle and the scurrile jeer,
While from the intellectual gallery first
Rolls the base plaudit, loudest at the worst.

Spragu. 3314. THEATRE. Evil of the

3316. THOUGHT: begins in feeling. All thought begins in feeling,-wide

In the great mass its base is hid, And, narrowing up to thought, stands glorified,

A moveless pyramid.-Lowell.

3317. THOUGHT. Duration of

'Tis but in that which doth craat,

Duration can be sought; A worm can waste the canvas ; fate

Ne'er swept from time a thought.

Lives Phidias in his work alone?

His Jove returns to air: But wake one god-like shape from stone,

And Phidian thought is there!

The Theatre was from the very first
The favourite haunt of sin; though honest men,
Some very honest, wise, and worthy men,
Maintain'd it might be turn'd to good account:
And so perhaps it might, but never was.
From first to last it was an evil place;
And now such things were acted there, as made
The demons blush ; and from the neighbourhood
Angels and holy men trembling retired. -Pollok.

Blot out the Iliad from the earth,

Still Homer's thought would fire Each deed that boasts sublimer worth,

And each diviner lyre.

Like light connecting star to star,

Doth thought transmitted run: Rays that to earth the nearest are,

Have longest left the sun.-Bulwer Lytton.

3315. THIRST. The soul's

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But reveries (for human minds will act),
Specious in show, impossible in fact,
Those flimsy webs that break as soon as wrought,
Attain not to the dignity of thought ;
Nor yet the swarms that occupy the brain
Where dreams of dress, intrigue, and pleasure reign.

Cowper. 3321. THOUGHT. Painfulness of

VARIOUS discussions tear our heated brain : Opinions often turn, still doubts remain ; And who indulges thought, increases pain.

Prior. 3322. THOUGHT. Pleasure of

COMPANION none is like

Unto the mind alone, For many have been harm’d by speech

Through thinking, few, or none. Fear oftentimes restraineth words,

But makes not thoughts to cease; And he speaks best that hath the skill

When for to hold his peace.

LORD, hear my discontent : All blank I stand,
A mirror polish'd by Thy hand;
Thy sun's beams flash and flame from me
I cannot help it ; here I stand, there he ;
To one of them I cannot say-
Go, and on yonder water play.
Nor one poor ragged daisy can I fashion-
I do not make the words of this my limping passion.
If I should say: Now I will think a thought,
Lo! I must wait, unknowing,
What thought in me is growing,
Until the thing to birth is brought;
Nor know I then what next will come
From out the gulf of silence dumb.
I am the door the thing did find
To pass into the general mind :
I cannot say I think-
I only stand upon the thought-well's brink ;
From darkness to the sun the water bubbles up-
I lift it in my cup.
Thou only thinkest-I am thought ;
Me and my thought Thou thinkest. Nought
Am I but as a fountain spout
From which Thy water welleth out.
Thou art the only One, the All in all.
-Yet when my soul on Thee doth call
And Thou dost answer out of everywhere,
I in Thy allness have my perfect share.-Macdonald.

Our wealth leaves us at death,

Our kinsmen at the grave, But virtues of the mind unto

The heavens with us we have ;
Wherefore, for virtue's sake,

I can be well content
The sweetest time of all my life

To deem in thinking spent. —Lord Vaux.

3326. THOUGHTFULNESS: the duty of the

aged. Walk thoughtful on the silent, solemn shore Of that vast ocean it must sail so soon; And put good works on board ; and wait the wind That shortly blows us into worlds unknown.

3323. THOUGHT. Privacy of GLORY to God! though given to King and Pope, To seal our eyes, our bosoms none can ope; There still shall freedom one asylum find : Go to, make creeds and laws to scourge mankind; Enthral them, hand and foot, and sight and speech, Thought only, thought is barr'd beyond your reach. What racks can bind? or what research unveil ? The soul, with flesh encompass'd as a mail Of proof, impervious, save to God alone, Defies her labours, and resumes her own. Whether she break communion with the tongue And bid it mock you with the lie you wrung, Or scorning such degenerate use of breath, Escape with truth, and leave you dust and death.

3327. THOUGHTS.

RISE, O my soul, with thy desires to Heaven,

And with divinest contemplation use Thy time, where time's eternity is given,

And let vain thoughts no more thy thoughts abuse; But sown in darkness let them lie; So live the better, let the worst thoughts die !

Raleigh. My words fly up, my thoughts remain below; Words without thoughts never to Heaven go.

Shakespeare. Think that is just ; 'tis not enough to do, Unless thy very thoughts are upright too.

Randolph

3324. THOUGHT. Profitableness of

O READER, had you in your mind,

Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle reader, you would find

A tale in everything.–Wordsworth.

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