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To rocks and hills in vain

How wisely fate ordain'd for humankind
Shall be the sinner's call ;

Calamity! which is the perfect glass
O day of wrath, and death, and pain,

Wherein we truly see and know ourselves.
The lost soul's funeral !

How justly it created life too short!

For being incident to many griefs,
O Christless soul, awake .

Had it been destined to continue long,
Ere thy last sleep begin!

Fate, to please fools, had done the wise great wrong.
O Christ, the sleeper's slumbers break,

Davenant. Burst Thou the bands of sin !-Bonar.

Know, he that

Foretells his own calamity, and makes 379. BURIAL-GROUND. Sacredness of the

Events before they come, twice over doth I LIKE that ancient Saxon phrase which calls

Endure the pains of evil destiny.-Davenant. The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just;

Methinks, if ye would know It consecrates each grave within its walls,

How visitations of calamity And breathes a benison o'er the sleeping dust.

Affect the pious soul, 'tis shown you here. God's-Acre! Yes, that blessed name imparts Look yonder at the cloud, which, through the sky

Comfort to those who in the grave have sown Sailing along doth cross in her career The seed that they had garner'd in their hearts, The rolling moon: I watch'd it as it came, Their bread of life, alas! no more their own. And deem'd the deep opaque would blot her beams;

But, melting like a wreath of snow, it hangs Into its furrows shall we all be cast,

In folds of wavy silver round, and clothes
In the sure faith that we shall rise again

The orb with richer beauties than her own;
At the great harvest, when the archangel's blast
Shall winnow, like a fan, the chaff and grain.

Then, passing, leaves her in her light serene.

Souther. Then shall the good stand in immortal bloom,

382. CALMNESS. Prayer for In the fair gardens of that second birth! And each bright blossom mingle its perfume

Calm me, my God, and keep me calm, With that of flowers which never bloom'd on

While these hot breezes blow; earth.

Be like the night-dew's cooling balm

Upon earth's fever'd brow !
With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod,
And spread the furrow for the seed we sow;

Calm me, my God, and keep me calm,
This is the field and Acre of our God,

Soft resting on Thy breast;
This is the place where human harvests grow!

Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm,

And bid my spirit rest. 380. BUSINESS. Vain

Calm me, my God, and keep me calm ; The business of the world is child's play mere ;

Let thine outstretched wing Too many, ah ! the children playing here :

Be like the shade of Elim's palm Their pleasure and their woe, their loss and gain,

Beside her desert spring. Alike mean nothing, and alike are vain.

383. CALUMNY. As children who, to pass the time away, Build up their booths, to buy and sell in play;

VIRTUE itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes. But homeward hungering must at eve repair,

Shakespeare. And standing leave their booths with all their ware: 1 384. CANDOUR. So the world's children, when their night is come,

MAKE my breast With empty satchels turn them sadly home.

Transparent as pure crystal, that the world, R. C. Trench.

Jealous of me, may see the foulest thought 381. CALAMITY.

My heart does hold.-Buckingham,
Do not insult calamity :
It is a barb'rous grossness, to lay on

The brave do never shun the light;

Just are their thoughts, and open are their tempers ; The weight of scorn, where heavy misery

Truly without disguise they love or hate ;
Too much already weighs men's fortunes down.

Still are they found in the fair face of day,

And heaven and men are judges of their actions. Calamity is man's true touch-stone. - Fletcher.


his ?

You talk to me in parables :

389. CARE (Anxiety): its cure. You may have known that I'm no wordy man ;

For every care I have the swiftest cure, Fine speeches are the instruments of knaves,

| Nor do I fear the roughest road to pass ; Or fools, that use them when they want good sense ;

se: For why? "My bread and water are most sure,' But honesty

“My feet as brass.' Needs no disguise nor ornament : be plain. - Otway.

‘His presence doth go with me all the road.' *Tis great—'tis manly to disdain disguise ;

Nor are my hopes His promises beyond;
It shows our spirit, or it proves our strength.

I only sue the good and faithful God

Upon His bond. 385. CAPTIVES. Jewish

* Unto old age,' and through the silent vale

Shadow'd by death, I shall walk cheerfully ; We sat by Babel's waters; and our tears

It is impossible His Word should fail Mingled, in silence, with the silent stream ;

Even to me. For, oh ! our hearts went back to happier years,

So then by anxious cares I am not stirr'd ; And brighter scenes, that faded like a dream.

His promise stretches every care beyond, Our harps, neglected, hung upon the trees,

And I can plead His covenanted Word, That threw their shadows o'er the waves' dark

His Word-His bond. crest,

Lillie E. Barr. And sigh'd, responsive to each passing breeze,

390. CARE (Anxiety). Needless That stirr'd a ripple on its slumbering breast.

But human bodies are sic fools, But they who led us captive touch'd the string,

For a' their colleges and schools, And waked its music with unhallow'd hand,

That when nae real ills perplex them, And---mocking all our sadness—bade us sing

They mak' enow themsels to vex them. The song of Zion in a foreign land.

Burns. Oh! never, never !-hush'd be now its strains ! 391. CARE (Anxiety). Rest from Far, far away her exiled children roam,

I LAY me down to sleep, And never will they sound, on other plains,

With little care The holy music of their native home.

Whether my waking find Jerusalem ! all ruin'd as thou art,

Me here or there. Thy temple by profaning footsteps trod,

A bowing, burden'd head Still art thou fondly cherish'd in each heart,

That only asks to rest, Land of our sires, our childhood, and our God !

Unquestioning, upon And, while we wander from thy sheltering wing,

A loving breast. To lay on distant shores the weary head,

My good right hand forgets Like houseless doves--alas ! how can we sing?

Its cunning now :
Our harps are tuneless, and our souls are sad !

To march the weary march
T. K. Hervey.

I know not how.

I am not eager, bold, 386. CARE (Anxiety) : attends prosperity.

Nor strong—all that is past; Whar bliss, what wealth, did e'er the world bestow

I am ready not to do On man, but cares and fears attended it ?-May.

At last, at last.

My half-day's work is done, 387. CARE (Anxiety): destroys peace.

And this is all my partCARE that is enter'd once into the breast

I give a patient God
Will have the whole possession ere it rest.

My patient heart;
Ben Jonson.

And grasp His banner still,

Though all the blue be dim; 388. CARE (Anxiety) : haunts the aged.

These stripes as well as stars Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,

Lead after Him. And where care lodgeth sleep will never lie.

Found under the head of a dead soldier in Port Shakespeare. I Royal Hospital.

392. CARE (Anxiety). Sermon on All nature a sermon may preach thee;

The birds sing thy murmurs away, -The birds which, nor sowing nor reaping,

God fails not to feed day by day; And He, who the creature doth cherish, Will He fail thee, and leave thee to perish ?

Or art thou not better than they?

The lilies, nor toiling nor spinning

Their clothing, how gorgeous and fair ! What tints in their tiny robes woven,

What wondrous devices are there ! All Solomon's stores could not render One festival robe of such splendour

As the flowers have for every-day wear.

Here I find a house of prayer
To which I inwardly retire,
Walking unconcern'd in care,
And unconsumed in fire.

Charles Wesley. 395. CARE (Anxiety): useless.

Care is no cure, but rather a corrosive,
For things that are not to be remedied.

Shakespeare. 396. CARE. God's. THERE are who sigh that no fond heart is theirs,

None love them best. O vain and selfish sigh; Out of the bosom of His love He spares

The Father spares the Son, for thee to die :
For thee He died--for thee He lives again ;
O'er thee He watches in His boundless reign.
Thou art as much His care as if beside

Nor man nor angel lived in heaven or earth:
Thus sunbeams pour alike their glorious tide
• To light up worlds, or wake an insect's mirth;
They shine, and shine with unexhausted store;
Thou art thy Saviour's darling-seek no more.

Keble. 397. CARE (Heedfulness) : its reward.

Things done well,
And with a care, exempt themselves from fear :
Things done without example, in their issue
Are to be fear'd. --Shakespeare.

God gives to each flower its rich raiment,

And o'er them His treasures flings free,
Which to-day finds so fragrant in beauty,

And to-morrow all faded shall see.
Thus the lilies smile shame on thy care,
And the happy birds sing it to air :
Will their God be forgetful of thee?

Spegel, tr. by Mrs Charles.

393. CARE (Anxiety). Succession of When one is past, another care we have ; Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.


394. CARE (Anxiety). The Christian's freedom

CAREFUL without care I am,

Nor feel my happy toil,
Kept in peace by Jesu's Name,

Supported by His smile.
Joyful thus my faith to show,
I find His service my reward :
Every work I do below,

I do it to the Lord.

398. CAUSE. Finding the The wall said to the nail, “What have I done, That through me thy sharp tooth thou thus dost run?' The nail replied, “Poor fool! what do I know? Ask him who beats my head with many a blow!'

Oriental, tr. by W. R. Alger.

Thou, O Lord, in tender love,

Dost all my burdens bear ; Lift my heart to things above,

And fix it ever there. Calm on tumult's wheel I sit, 'Midst busy multitudes alone, Sweetly waiting at Thy feet,

Till all Thy will be done.

399. CAUSE. Judging a He that of greatest works is finisher Oft does them by the weakest minister: So Holy Writ in babes hath judgment shown When judges have been babes. Great floods have

flown From simple sources; and great seas have dried When miracles have by the greatest been denied. Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises; and oft it hits, Where hope is coldest, and despair most sits. It is not go with Him that all things knows, As 'tis with us that square our guess by shows : But most it is presumptuous in us when The help of Heaven we count the act of men.


To the desert or the cell

Let others blindly fly : In this evil world I dwell,

Unhurt, unspotted I.

Fields are full of eyes, and woods have ears;
For this the wise are ever on their guard :
For, unforeseen, they say, is unprepared.

Dryden. All's to be fear'd where all is to be lost.

Byron. Let no man know thy business save some friend, A man of mind.-Bailey.

402. CENSURE. Lenient Ay, look thou largely, with lenient eyes,

On whatso beside thee may creep and cling, For the possible beauty that underlies

The passing phase of the meanest thing ! What if God's great angels, whose waiting love

Beholdeth our pitiful life below, From the holy height of their heaven above, Couldn't bear with the worm till the wings should


400. CAUSE. Unseen
We see but half the causes of our deeds,
Secking them wholly in the outer life,
And heedless of the encircling spirit-world,
Which, though unseen, is felt, and sows in us
All germs of pure and world-wide purposes.
From one stage of our being to the next
We pass unconscious o'er a slender bridge,
The momentary work of unseen hands,
Which crumbles down behind us ; looking back,
We see the other shore, the gulf between,
And, marvelling how we won to where we stand,
Content ourselves to call the builder Chance.
We trace the wisdom to the apple's fall,
Not to the birth-throes of a mighty Truth
Which, for long ages in blank Chaos dumb,
Yet year'd to be incarnate, and had found
At last a spirit meet to be the womb
From which it might be born to bless mankind, -
Not to the soul of Newton, ripe with all
The hoarded thoughtfulness of earnest years,
And waiting but one ray of sunlight more
To blossom fully.

But whence came that ray?
We call our sorrows Destiny, but ought
Rather to name our high successes so.
Only the instincts of great souls are Fate,
And have predestined sway: all other things,
Except by leave of us, could never be.
For Destiny is but the breath of God
Still moving us, the last fragment left
Of our unfallen nature, waking oft
Within our thought, to beckon us beyond
The narrow circle of the seen and known,
And always tending to a noble end,
As all things must that overrule the soul,
And for a space unseat the helmsman, Will.

WHEN clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks ;
When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand;
When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?
Untimely storms make men expect a dearth :
All may be well ; but if God sort it so,
Tis more than we deserve, or I expect.


Who 'scapes the snare
Once, has a certain caution to beware.

They that fear the adder's sting, will not come
Near his hissing.–Chapman.
None pities him that's in the snare,
And, warn'd before, would not beware.


403. CENSURE. Mitigation of
Then gently scan your brother man,

Still gentler sister woman;
Though they may gang a kennin' wrang,

To step aside is human.
One point must still be greatly dark,

The moving why they do it;
And just as lamely can ye mark

How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone

Decidedly can try us;
He knows each chord, -its various tone,

Each spring, -its various bias :
Then at the balance let's be mute,

We never can adjust it;
What's done we partly may compute,

But know not what's resisted.-Burns.

404. CEREMONY : its purpose.

CEREMONY was but devised at first,
To set a gloss on faint deeds,--hollow welcomes,
Recanting goodness, sorry e'er 'tis shown ;
But where there is true friendship, there needs none.

405. CEREMONY. Mockery of
And what art thou, thou idol, ceremony?
What kind of good art thou? that sufferest more
Of mortal grief than do thy worshippers.
What are thy rents ? What are thy comings in ?
O ceremony, show me but thy worth :
What is thy toll, () adoration ?

409. CHANGE. Tragic
My hair was black, but white my life;

The colours in exchange are cast!
The white upon my hair is rife,
The black upon my life has pass'd.

Oriental, tr. by W. R. Alger.

410. CHARACTER: a web woven in secret.

Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form,
Creating awe and fear in other men ?
Wherein thou art less happy, being fear'd,
Than they in fearing.
What think’st thou oft, instead of homage sweet,
But poison'd flattery? O be sick, great greatness,
And bid thy ceremony give thee cure.

406. CEREMONY. Religious
Then ceremony leads her bigots forth,
Prepared to fight for shadows of no worth ;
While truths, on which eternal things depend,
Find not, or hardly find, a single friend;
As soldiers watch the signal of command,
They learn to bow, to kneel, to sit, to stand,
Happy to fill religion's vacant place
With hollow form, and gesture and grimace.

Cowper. 407. CHANCE. As th' untaught accident is guilty Of what we wildly do, so we profess Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies Of every wind that blows. --Shakespeare.

THERE is a little spider

Who weaves a web so fine It might be lying at your feet, With every thread in it complete,

And you not see a line.

But early morning shows it,

Agleam with pearly dew; And in the rising sun it lies, Bright as the walls of Paradise,

With gems of every hue.

So you and I are weavers,

And only God can see The woof and warp of deed and thought By which the wondrous robe is wrought

That covers you and me.

God keep our hands from evil,

And cleanse our hearts from sin, That when the final morn shall break, Enough be done for Jesus' sake

Eternal praise to win.--Helen A. Goodwin.

411. CHARACTER. Building up

All nature is but art, unknown to thee;
All chance, direction which thou canst not see.

Pope. 408. CHANGE. Law of The lopped tree in time may grow again ;

Most naked plants renew both fruit and flower ; The sorriest wight may find release of pain,

The driest soil suck in some moistening shower ; Times go by turns, and chances change by course, From foul to fair, from better hap to worse. The sea of Fortune doth not ever flow,

She draws her favours to the lowest ebb; Her tides have equal time to come and go;

Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web; No joy so great but runneth to an end, No hap so hard but may in fine amend. Not always fall of leaf, nor ever spring ;

No endless night, yet no eternal day;
The saddest birds a season find to sing ;

The roughest storm a calm may soon allay ;
Thus with succeeding turns God tempereth all,
That man may hope to rise, yet fear to fall.
A chance may win that by mischance was lost;

That net that holds no great, takes little fish,
In some things all, in all things none are cross'd;

Few all they need, but none have all they wish; Unmeddled joys here to no man befall, Who least hath some, who most hath never all.


So build we up the being that we are,
Thus drinking in the soul of things,
We shall be wise perforce ; and while inspired
By choice, and conscious that the will is free,
Unswerving shall we move, as if impell’d
By strict necessity along the path
Of order and of good. Whate'er we see,
Whate'er we feel by agency direct
Or indirect, shall tend to feed and nurse
Our faculties, shall fix in calmer seats
Of moral strength, and raise to loftier heights
Of love divine, our intellectual soul.-Wordsworth.

412. CHARACTER. Grades of

The scale Of being is a graduated thing ; And deeper than the vanities of power, Or the vain pomp of glory, there is writ Gradation, in its hidden characters. The pathway to the grave may be the same, And the proud man shall tread it, and the .ow,

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