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BERKELEY AND FLORENCE COLERIDGE.
WHO DIED ON THE 16TH OF JANUARY, 1834.*
The Winter's unkind air;
Than straight required by Heaven;
To deck my brow, or sent
And add two spirits more
Beneath the Almighty's eye ;-
ye Though cold ye lie in earth-though gentle death
Hath suck'd your balmy breath,
Is buried in yon grave.
To die for them was gain,
Had marred God's light within.
The soul's fair emblem, and its only namem
By a friend.
Ours is the reptile's lot, much toil, much blame,
LOVE, HOPE, AND PATIENCE IN
EDUCATION. O’ER wayward childhood would’st thou hold firm
rule, And sun thee in the light of happy faces ; Love, Hope, and Patience, these must be thy graces, And in thine own heart let them first keep school. For as old Atlas on his broad neck places Heaven's starry globe, and there sustains it, -SO Do these upbear the little world below Of Education,-Patience, Love, and Hope. Methinks, I see them grouped in seemly show, The straitened arms upraised, the palms aslope, And robes that, touching as adown they flow, Distinctly blend, like snow embossed in snow. O part them never ! If Hope prostrate lie,
Love too will sink and die.
When overtasked at length
Then with a statue's smile, a statue's strength,
E cælo descendit yvôol geavtóv.-Juvenal. Γνωθι σεαυτόν !-and is this the prime And heaven-sprung adage of the olden time ! Say, canst thou make thyself ?-Learn first that
trade; Haply thou mayst know what thyself had made. What hast thou, Man, that thou dar’st call thine
own? What is there in thee, Man, that can be known ?Dark fluxion, all unfixable by thought, A phantom dim of past and future wrought, Vain sister of the worm,-life, death, soul, clodIgnore thyself, and strive to know thy God!
Beareth all things.—2 Cor. xiii. 7.
"GENTLY I took that which ungently came,
And without scorn forgave;-Do thou the
done to thee think a cat's eye spark Thou would'st not see, were not thine own heart
dark. Thy own keen sense of wrong that thirsts for sin, Fear that—the spark self-kindled from within, Which blown upon will blind thee with its glare, Or smothered stifle thee with noisome air.
Clap on the extinguisher, pull up the blinds,
OW seldom, Friend ! a good great man inherits
Honor or wealth, with all his worth and pains ! It sounds like stories from the land of spirits, If any man obtain that which he merits, any
merit that which he obtains.
For shame, dear Friend ! renounce this canting
strain ! What would'st thou have a good great man obtain ? Place-titles-salary—a gilded chainOr throne of corses which his sword hath slain ? Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man ?-three treasures, love and
light, And calm thoughts, regular as infant's breath ;And three firm friends, more sure than day and
night, Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.