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God of my fathers! holy, just, and good!
My God! my Father! my unfailing Hope!
Jehovah! let the incense of thy praise,
Accepted, burn before thy mercy-seat;
And let thy presence burn both day and night.

GOLD.

"T is gold

Which makes the true man kill'd, and saves the

thief;

Pollock's Course of Time. Nay, sometimes, hangs both thief and true man:

Maker! Preserver! my Redeemer! God!
Whom have I in the heavens but Thee alone?

what
Can it not do, and undo?

Shaks. Cymbeline.

On earth but Thee, whom should I praise, whom O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce

love?

For thou hast brought me hitherto, upheld
By thy omnipotence; and from thy grace,
Unbought, unmerited, though not unsought-
The wells of my salvation, hast refresh'd
My spirit, watering it at morn and eve.

Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler
Of hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars!
Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer,
Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow,
That lies on Dian's lip! thou visible god,
That solder'st close impossibilities,

Pollock's Course of Time. And mak'st them kiss! and speak'st with every
Thy great name

In all its awful brevity, hath nought
Unholy breeding it, but doth bless
Rather the tongue that uses it; for me,
I ask no higher office than to fling
My spirit at thy feet, and cry thy name,
God! through eternity.

Bailey's Festus.

Dear Lord, our God and Saviour! for Thy gifts
The world were poor in thanks, though every soul
Were to do nought but breathe them, every blade
of grass, and every atomie of earth
To utter it like dew.

tongue,

To every purpose!

Shaks. Timon of Athens.

Why this

Will buy your priests and servants from your sides;
Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads:
This yellow slave

Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd;
Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves,
And give them title, knee, and approbation,
With senators on the bench.

Shaks Timon of Athens.
For this the foolish, over-careful fathers
Bailey's Festus. Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brain

Praise to our Father-God,
High praise in solemn lay,
Alike for what his hand hath given,
And what it takes away.

One hymn more, O my lyre!
Praise to the God above,
Of joy and life and love
Sweeping its strings of fire.

with care,

Their bones with industry.

Shaks. Henry IV. Part II. That broker, that still breaks the pate of faith, Mrs. Sigourney. That daily break-vow; he that wins of all,

Whittier's Poems.

The hand of God

Has written legibly that man may know

The glory of the Maker.

Henry Ware, Jr.

Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids.
Shaks. King John.

There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls,
Doing more murders in this loathsome world
Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not
sell:

I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.

Shaks. Romeo and Juliet. How quickly nature

All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away, Falls to revolt, when gold becomes her object! Except the love of God, which shall live and last

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But scarce observ'd, the knowing and the bold,
Fall in the gen'ral massacre of gold;
Wide wasting pest! that rages unconfin'd,

And crowds with crimes the records of mankind:

For gold, his sword the hireling ruffian draws, For gold the hireling judge distorts the laws; Wealth, heap'd on wealth, nor truth nor safety buys,

The dangers gather as the treasures rise.

Dr. Johnson's Vanity of Human Wishes. Judges and senates have been bought for gold; Esteem and love were never to be sold. Pope's Essay on Man. For gold the merchant ploughs the main, The farmer ploughs the manor.

Burns.

Thou more than stone of the philosopher!
Thou touchstone of philosophy herself!
Thou bright eye of the mine! Thou lode-star of
The soul! Thou true magnetic pole, to which
All hearts point duly north, like trembling needles.
Byron.

Gold! gold! in all ages the curse of mankind, Thy fetters are forged for the soul and the mind The limbs may be free as the wings of a bird, And the mind be the slave of a look and a word,

To gain thee, men barter eternity's crown,
Yield honour, affection, and lasting renown.
Park Benjamin.

Searcher of gold, whose days and nights
All waste away in anxious care,
Estranged from all of life's delights,
Unlearn'd in all that is most fair-
Who sailest not with easy glide,
But delvest in the depths of tide,
And strugglest in the foam;
O! come and view this land of graves,
Death's northern sea of frozen waves,
And mark thee out thy home.

GOODNESS.

J. O. Rockwell.

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Is strong that trusts in goodness and shows clearly It may be trusted.

Massinger. The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileged beyond the common walk

The plague of gold strikes far and near, -
And deep and strong it enters;
Our thoughts grow blank, our words grow strange, Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.

We cheer the pale gold-diggers,

Each soul is worth so much on 'change, And mark'd, like sheep, with figures.

Some there are

By their good deeds exalted, lofty minds Miss Barrett. And meditative authors of delight

O, knew I the spell of gold,
I would never poison a fresh young heart
With the taint of customs old.

I would bind no wreath to my forehead free,
In whose shadow a thought might die,
Nor drink, from the cup of revelry,
'The ruin my gold would buy.

Willis's Poems.

Ours is the land and age of gold, And ours the hallow'd time.

Grenville Mellen.

And happiness, which to the end of time Will live and spread and flourish.

Young.

Wordsworth

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Howe'er it be, it seems to me

'Tis only noble to be good;

Kind hearts are more than coronets,

And simple faith than Norman blood.

Tennyson.

Angels are round the good man, to catch the incense of his prayers,

Where some, like magistrates, correct at home;
Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad;
Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings.
Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds,
Which pillage they with merry march bring home
To the tent royal of their emperor.
Who, busy'd in his tent, surveys

And they fly to minister kindness to those for The singing mason building roofs of gold;

whom he pleadeth.

Tupper's Proverbial Philosophy.
See the lone wanderer, 'mid the wastes of death,
Rejoicing hails the Alpine blossom's breath,-
As, shuddering at the glacier's awful power,
He seeks the beauty of the meek-ey'd flower,
And there reposes in a stedfast trust
That on the plant no avalanche storm will burst.
What kindles thus his faith, and calms his fears?
The seal of love and hope the blossom bears;
Though round him heave a dark and frozen flood,
One thought is peace, is safety-'God is good!'
Nor could the wanderer idly turn away;
His lip might move not, but his heart would pray;
And he would gather, in that musing hour,
Amid those trophies of Jehovah's power,
New strength of soul, a grander scope of thought,
His mind to nobler purpose would be wrought,
And feel and own, in this calm, solemn mood,
That 't is man's highest glory to be good!
Mrs. Hale's Constantia.
Man should dare all things that he knows is right,
And fear to do no act save what is wrong;
But, guided safely by his inward light,

And with a permanent belief, and strong,
In Him who is our Father and our Friend,
He should walk stedfastly unto the end.

The words which thou hast utter'd
Are of thy soul a part,

The civil citizens kneading up the honey;
The poor mechanic porters crowding in
Their heavy burthens at his narrow gate:
The sad-ey'd justice with his surly hum,
Delivering o'er to executors pale
The lazy yawning drone.

Shaks. Henry V.

Each petty hand

Can steer a ship becalm'd; but he that will
Govern and carry her to her ends, must know
His tides, his currents, how to shift his sails;
What she will bear in foul, what in fair weathers;
Where her springs are, her leaks, and how to stop
them;

What strands, what shelves, what rocks do threaten
her;

The forces, and the natures of all winds,
Gusts, storms, and tempests: when her keel
ploughs hell,

And deck knocks heaven, then to manage her,
Becomes the name and office of a pilot.
Jonson's Catiline.

O madam,

Your sex is too imperious to rule;
You are too busy, and too stirring, to
Be put in action; your curiosity
Would do as much harm in a kingdom, as
Phoebe Carey. A monkey in a glass shop; move, and remove,
'Till you had broken all.

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Cartwright's Royal Slave. A kingdom is a nest of families, and a family a small kingdom;

And while "Lord, Lord!" the pious tyrants cried, And the government of whole or part different in

Who in the poor their Master crucified,
His daily prayer, far better understood

In acts than words, was simply DOING GOOD.

Whittier's Poems.

GOSSIP. (See SCANDAL.)

GOVERNMENT.

So work the honey-bees, Creatures, that by a rule in nature teach The art of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king, and officers of sorts,

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For the thunderbolt of concentrated strength can | A lovelier nymph the pencil never drew; For the fond graces form'd her easy mien, While the dissipated forces of many are harmless And heaven's soft azure in her eye was seen.

be hurled by the will of one,

as summer lightning.

Tupper's Proverbial Philosophy. A government, on freedom's basis built, Has, in all ages, been the theme of song, And the desire of great and godlike men, For this the Grecian patriots fought; - for this The noblest Roman died. Shall I go on? Name Tell, and Hampden, and our Washington? The perfect hero whose example shows How war with righteousness may be allied — The conqueror with the Christian; and how man In blessing others finds his highest fame!

Mrs. Hale's Ormond Grosvenor.

And then we'll raise, on Liberty's broad base,
A structure of wise government, and show,
In our new world, a glorious spectacle
Of social order. Freemen, equals all,
By reason sway'd, self-govern'd, self-improv'd,
And the electric chain of public good
Twin'd round the private happiness of each;
And every heart thrill'd by the patriot chord
That sounds the glory of America!

Mrs. Hale's Ormond Grosvenor.

A free Republic-where, beneath the sway
Of mild and equal laws, fram'd by themselves,
One people dwell, and own no lord save God!
Mrs. Hale's Ormond Grosvenor.

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Shaks. Hamlet.

Impatient nature had taught motion
To start from time, and, cheerfully, to fly,
Before, and seize upon maturity.

Crashaw.

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye,
In every gesture dignity and love.

Milton's Paradise Lost.

Mature she was

GRATITUDE.

Does the kind root bleed out his livelihood
As parent distributions to his branches,
Proud that his pride is seen, when he's unseen;
And must not gratitude descend again
To comfort his old limbs in fruitless winter
Improvident?

Massinger, Middleton and Rowley's Old Lau. Grace shaped her limbs, and beauty deck'd her The benefits he sow'd in me, met not

face.

Sylvia's like autumn ripe, yet mild as May, More bright than noon, yet fresh as early day.

Prior.

Gay.

The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the music breathing from her face.
Byron.

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