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To rocks and hills in vain
How wisely fate ordain'd for humankind
Calamity! which is the perfect glass
Wherein we truly see and know ourselves.
How justly it created life too short!
For being incident to many griefs,
Had it been destined to continue long,
Fate, to please fools, had done the wise great wrong.
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
The orb with richer beauties than her own;
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 !
Calm me, my God, and keep me calm,
Soft resting on Thy breast;
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,
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 ;
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.
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;
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 :
To march the weary march
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
My patient heart;
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
Charles Wesley. 395. CARE (Anxiety): useless.
Care is no cure, but rather a corrosive,
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 :
Nor man nor angel lived in heaven or earth:
Keble. 397. CARE (Heedfulness) : its reward.
Things done well,
God gives to each flower its rich raiment,
And o'er them His treasures flings free,
And to-morrow all faded shall see.
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
Nor feel my happy toil,
Supported by His smile.
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;
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
But whence came that ray?
Who 'scapes the snare
403. CENSURE. Mitigation of
Still gentler sister woman;
To step aside is human.
The moving why they do it;
How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone
Decidedly can try us;
Each spring, -its various bias :
We never can adjust it;
But know not what's resisted.-Burns.
404. CEREMONY : its purpose.
CEREMONY was but devised at first,
409. CHANGE. Tragic
The colours in exchange are cast!
Oriental, tr. by W. R. Alger.
410. CHARACTER: a web woven in secret.
Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form,
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;
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 roughest storm a calm may soon allay ;
That net that holds no great, takes little fish,
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,
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,