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311. CARE, God's.

My good right hand forgets There are who sigh that no fond heart is

Its cunning now; theirs,


To march the weary march
None love them best. O vain and selfish

I know not how.
Out of the bosom of His love He spares-
The Father spares the Son, for thee to die:

I am not eager, bold,
For thee He died-for thee He lives again;

Nor strong--all that is past; O'er thee He watches in Ilis boundless reign.

I am ready not to do

At last, at last.
Thou art as much His care as if beside
Nor man nor angel lived in heaven or

My half-day's work is done,

And this is all my part-
Thus sunbeams pour alike their glorious tide I give a patient God
To light up worlds, or wake an insect's

My patient heart;


And grasp His banner still, They shine, and shine with unexhausted

Though all the blue be dim;
Thou art thy Saviour's darling-seek no

These stripes as well as stars
J. Keble.

Lead after Him. 312. CARE Personified.

Found under the head of a dead soldier in
Rude was his garment, and to rags all rent, Port Royal Hospital.
No better had he, nor for better cared; (brent,

315, CARE, Sermon on.
With blist'red hands amongst the cinders
And fingers filthy, with long nails unpared, All nature a sermon may preach thee;
Right fit to rend the food on which he fared:

The birds sing thy murmurs away,-His name was Care; a blacksmith by his The birds which, nor sowing nor reaping, trade,

[spared, God fails not to feed day by day; That neither day nor night from working And He, who the creature doth cherish, But to small purpose iron wedges made: Will He fail thee, and leave thee to perish ? Those be unquiet thoughts that careful minds Or art thou not better than they? inyade.

E. Spenser.

The lilies, nor toiling nor spinning 313. CARE, Refage from.

Their clothing, how gorgeous and fair !
Careful without care I am,

What tints in their tiny robes woven,
Nor feel my happy toil,

What wondrous devices are there!
Kept in peace by Jesu's Name, All Solomon's stores could not render
Supported by His smile.

One festival robe of such splendor
Joyful thus my faith to show,

As the flowers have for every-day wear.
I find His service my reward :
Every work I do below,

God gives to each flower its rich raiment, I do it to the Lord.

And o'er them His treasures flings free, Thou, O Lord, in tender Love,

Which to-day finds so fragrant in beauty,

And to-morrow all faded shall see.
Dost all my burdens bear,

Thus the lilies smile shame on thy care,
Lift my heart to things above,
And fix it ever there.

And the happy birds sing it to air :
Calm on tumult's wheel I sit,

Will their God be forgetful of thee? 'Midst busy multitudes alone,

Spegel, tr. by Mrs. Charles. Sweetly waiting at Thy feet,

316. CARE, Succession of. Till all Thy will be donu.

When one is past, another care we have;

Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.
To the desert or the cell

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

317. CAUSE, Finding the.
Unhurt, unspotted I.

The wall said to the nail, “What have I Here I find a house of prayer

done, To which I inwardly retire,

That through me thy sharp tooth th thu Walking unconcerned in care,

dost run ?”

[know? And unconsumed in fire.

The nail replied, “Poor fool! what do I

Charles Wesley. Ask him who beats my head with many a 314. CARE, Rest from.

blow !" I lay me down to sleep,

Oriental, tr. by W. R. Alger. With little care

318. CAUSE, Judging a.
Whether my waking find

He that of greatest work is finisher
Me here or there.

Oft does them by the weakest minister :
A bowing, burdened head

So Holy Writ in babes hath judgment shown That only asks to rest,

When judges have been babes. Great floods Unquestioning, upon

have flown

[dried A loving breast.

From simple sources; and great seas have


When miracles have by the greatest been de- 321. CENSURE, Lenient. nied.

Ah, look thou largely, with lenient eyes, Oft expectation fails, and most oft there

On whatso beside thee may creep and cling, Where most it promises ; and oft it hits, For the possible beauty that underlies Where hope is coldest, and despair most sits. The passing phase of the meanest thing! It is not so with Him that all things knows, As 'tis with us that square our guess by What if God's great angels, whose waiting shows :

Beholdeth our pitiful life below, [love But most it is presumptuous in us when From the holy height of their heaven above, The help of Heaven we count the act of men. Couldn't bear with the worm till the wings


should grow? 319. CAUSE, Unseen.

322. OENSURE, Mitigation of. We see but half the causes of our deeds, O wha are sae guid yoursel', Seeking them wholly in the outer life,

Sae pious and sae holy,
And heedless of the encircling spirit-world, Ye've nought to do but mark and tell
Which, though unseen, is felt, and sows in us Your neebor's fauts and folly :

and world-wide purposes.

Whase life is like a weel-gaun mill,
From one stage of our being to the next Supplied wi' store o' water,

pass unconscious o'er a slender bridge, The heaped happer's ebbing still, The momentary work of unseen hands,

And still the clap plays clatter. Which crumbles down behind us; looking

Think, when your castigated pulse

Gies now and then a wallop,
We see the other shore, the gulf between,
And, marvelling how we won to where we

What ragings must his veins convulse
That still

eternal gallop :

Wi' wind and tide fair i' your tail,
Content ourselves to call the builder Chance.
We trace the wisdom to the apple's fall,

Right on ye scud your sea-way;
Not to the birth-throcs of a mighty Truth

But in the teeth o' baith to sail,

It makes an unco leeway.
Which, for long ages in blank Chaos dumb,
Yet yearned to be incarnate, and had found
At last a spirit meet to be the womb

Then gently scan your brother man,
From which it might be born to bless man-

Still gentler sister woman; kind,


they may gang a kennin' wrang, Not to the soul of Newton, ripe with all

To step aside is human. The hoarded thoughtfulness of earnest years,

One point must still be greatly dark, And waiting but one ray of sunlight more

The moving why they do it;
To blossom fully,

And just as lamely can ye mark
But whence came that ray?

How far perhaps they rue it.
We call our sorrows Destiny, but ought Who made the heart, 'tis He alone
Rather to name our high successes so.

Decidedly can try us;
Only the instincts of great souls are Fate, He knows each chord,—its various tone,
And all have predestined sway: all other Each spring,-its various bias :

Then at the balance let's be mute, Except by leave of us, could never be.

We never can adjust it; For Destiny is but the breath of God

What's done we partly may compute, Still moving us, the last fragment left

But know not what's resisted. Of our unfallen nature, waking oft

Robert Burns. Within our thought, to beckon us beyond The narrow circle of the seen and known,

323. CEREMONY, Mockery of. And always tending to a noble end, And what art thou, thou idol, ceremony? As all things must that overrule the soul,

What kind of good art thou ? that sufferest And for a space unseat the helmsman, Will. James Russell Loucll.

Of mortal grief than do thy worshippers. 320. CAUTION, Wise.

What are thy rents? What are thy comings

O ceremony, show me but thy worth : [in When clouds are seen wise men put on their What is thy toll, O adoration ? cloaks ;

Art thou aught else but place, degree, and When great leaves fall, then winter is at Creating awe and fear in other men [form, hand;

Wherein thou art less happy, being fear'd, When the sun sets, who doth not look for Than they in fearing. night?

What think'st thou oft, instead of homage Untimely storms make men expect a dearth : sweet,

(ness, All may be well; but if God sort it so, But poison'd flattery? O be sick, great great'Tis more than we deserve, or I expect. And bid thy ceremony give thee cure. Shakespeare.




394. CEREMONY, Religious.

You have hopes, and doubts, and fears, Then ceremony leads her bigots forth,

Numberless as are your hairs : Prepared to fight for shadows of no worth ; You have pulses that do beat Whilo truths, on which eternal things de

High, and passions less of heat:

You are young, but must be old,
Find not, or hardly find, a single friend; And to these, ye must be told,
As soldiers watch the signal of command, Time, ere long, will come and plow
They learn to bow, to kneel, to sit, to stand,

Loathed furrows in your brow

And the dimness of your eye
Happy to fill religion's vacant place
With bollow form, and gesture and grimace.

Will no other thing imply,
.W. Cowper.

But you must die

As well as I. Robert Herrick, 325, CHANGE, Benefit of. The world goes up and the world goes down, 328. CHANGE, Secret of. And sunshine follows the rain;

Profounder, profounder, And yesterday's sneer and yesterday's frown

Man's spirit must dive;
Can never come over again,

To his aye-ro!ling orbit
Sweet wife,

No goal will arrive;
No never come over again.

The heavens that now draw him

With sweetness untold,
For woman is warm though man be cold,

Once found, --for new heavens
And the night will hallow the day;
Till the heart which at even was weary and

He spurneth the old.
Can rise in the morning gay,

Eterne alternation
Sweet wife,

Now follows, now flies;
To its work in the morning gay.

And under pain, pleasure, -
Charles Kingsley.

Under pleasure, pain lies. 326. CHANGE, Law of.

Love works at the centre, The lopped tree in time may grow again;

Heart heaving alway; Most naked plants renew both fruit and

Forth speed the strong pulses flower;

To the borders of day.

R. W. Emerson. The sorriest wight may find release of pain, The driest soil suck in some moistening

329. CHANGE, Tragia shower;

[course, My hair was black, but white my life: Times go by turns, and chances change by The colors in exchange are cast ! From foul to fair, from better hap to worse. The white upon my hair is rife,

The black upon my life has passed. The sea of Fortune doth not ever flow,

Oriental, tr. by.W. R. Alger. She draws her favors to the lowest ebb;

330. CHARACTER, Accomplished. Her tides have equal time to come and go;

Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest His real habitude gave life and grace No joy so great but runneth to an end, (web; To appertainings and to ornament, No hap so hard but may in fine amend. Accomplished in himself, not in his case:

All aids themselves made fairer by their Not always fall of leaf, nor ever spring;

place; No endless night, yet no eternal day; Came for additions, yet their purpos'd trim The saddest birds a season find to sing; Pierc'd not his grace, but were all grac'd by

The roughest storm a calm may soon allay; So on the tip of his subduing tongue [him. Thus with succeeding turns God tempereth All kinds of arguments and questions deep, all,

All replication prompt, and reason strong, That man may hope to rise, yet fear to fall. For his advantage still did wake and sleep: A chance may win that by mischance was lost; He had the dialect and different skill,

To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep, That net that holds no great, takes little Catching all passions

in his craft of will; fish,

(crossed; That he did in the general bosom reign In some things all, in all things none, are of young, of old; and sexes both enchanted. Few all they need, but none have all they

Shakespeare. Onmeddled joys here to no man befall, (wish;

331. CHARACTER, Building up. Who least hath some, who most hath never all. Robert Southwell. So build we up the being that we are,

Thus drinking in the soul of things, 327. CHANGE, Lesson of.

We shall be wise perforce; and while inspired Be not proud, but now incline

By choice, and conscious that the will is free, Your soft ear to discipline.

Unswerving shall we move, as if impelled You have changes in your life,

By strict necessity along the path Sometimes peace

and sometimes strife; Of order and of good. Whate'er we see, You have cbbs of face and flowers, Whatc'er we feel by agency direct As your health or comes, or goes :

Or indirect, shall tend to feed and nurse


Our faculties, shall fix in calmer seats

336. CHARACTER, Weighing, Of moral strength, and raise to loftier heights A monk, when his rites sacerdotal were o'er, Of love divine, our intellectual soul.

In the depth of his cell with his stoneWim. Wordsworth,

covered floor, 332. CHARACTER, Grades of.

Resigning to thought his chimerical brain, The scale

Once formed the contrivance we now shall Of being is a graduated thing;

explain; And deeper than the vanities of power,

But whether by magic's or alchemy's powers Or the vain pomp of glory there is writ

We know not; indeed, 'tis no business of Gradation, in its hidden characters. The pathway to the grave may be the same, And the proud man shall tread it, and the At last, that he brought his invention to bear.

Perhaps it was only by patience and care, low,

[pany. In youth 'twas projected, but years stole With his bowed head, shall bear him com


(gray; Decay will make no difference, and death, With his cold hand, shall make no difference; But success is secure, unless energy fails;

And ere 'twas complete he was wrinkled and And there will be no precedence of power,

And at length he produced TIE PHILOSOIn waking at the coming trump of God;

But in the temper of the invisible mind,
The godlike and undying intellect,

“What were they?” you ask. You shall There are distinctions that will live in heaven, presently see;

(and tea. When time is a forgotten circumstance ! These scales were not made to weigh sugar The elevated brow of kings will lose O no; for such properties wondrous had they, The impress of regalia, and the slave That qualitics, feelings, and thoughts they Will wear his immortality as free,

could weigh, Beside the crystal waters; but the depth Together with articles small or immense, Of glory in the attributes of God

From mountains or planets to atoms of sense. Will measure the capacities of mind; And as the angels differ, will the ken Naught was there so bulky but there it would Of gifted spirits glorify him more.


[stay, It is life's mystery. The soul of man

And naught so ethereal but there it would Createth its own destiny of power;

And naught so reluctant but in it must go : And, as the trial is intenser here,

All which some examples more clearly will His being hath a nobler strength in heaven.

show. N. P. Willis,

The first thing he weighed was the head of 333. CHARACTER, Thoaght from.


[there. The rascal, thinking from his point of view, Which retained all the wit that had ever been Concludes that all the world are rascals too. As a weight, he threw in a torn scrap of a Oriental, tr. by W. R. Alger.


Containing the prayer of the penitent thief; 334. CHARACTER, Vacillation of.

When the skull rose aloft with so sudden a honest conviction,

cell. That my breast is a chaos of all contradic- That it bounced like a ball on the roof of the Religious-deistic-now loyal and warm ;

One time he put in Alexander the Great, Then a dagger-drawn democrat hot for re- With the garment that Dorcas had made for form:

a weight;

[crown, This moment a fop, that sententious as Titus;

And though clad in armor from sandals to Democritus now, and anon Heraclitus; The hero rose up, and the garment went Now laughing and pleased, like a child with

down. a rattle;

A long row of almshouses, amply endowed Then vexed to the soul with impertinent tattle; By a well-esteemed Pharisce, busy and proud, Now moody and sad, now unthinking and Next loaded one scale; while the other was gay,

pressed To all points of the compass I veer in a day. By those mites the poor widow dropped inHenry Kirke White.

to the chest ; 335, CHARACTER, Varieties of.

Up flew the endowment, not weighing an Nature hath framed strange fellows in her and down,' down the farthing-worth came

ounce, time:


with a bounce. Some, that will evermore peep through their And laugh, like parrots, at a bag-piper; By further experiments (no matter how) And other of such vinegar aspect, (smile, IIe found that ten chariots weighed less than That they'll not show their teeth in way of one plough;

[scale, Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. A sword with gilt trapping rose up in the

Shakespeare. Though balanced by only a ten-penny nail;

It's my



will grow.


A shield and a helmet, a buckler and spear, Art thou stricken in life's battle? many Weighed less than a widow's uncrystallized wounded round thce moan; tear.

Lavish on their wounds thy balsams, and

that balm shall heal thinc own. A lord and a lady went up at full sail, Is the heart a well left cmpty? None but When a bee chanced to light on the opposite God its void can fill; scale;

(earl, Nothing but a ceascless Fountain can its Ten doctors, ten lawyers, two courtiers, one ceaseless longings fill; Ten counsellors' wigs, full of powder and is the heart a living power ?' Self-entwined, curl,

(from thence, its strength sinks low; All heaped in one balance and swinging It can only live in loving, and by serving love Weighed less than a few grains of candor

Mrs. Charles. and sense ;

339. OHARITY, Deeds of. A first-water diamond, with brilliants begirt, Than one good potato just washed from the Were we as rich in charity of deed (seed?


As gold, what rock would bloom not with the Yet not mountains of silver and gold could We give our alms and cry, “What can we One pearl to outweigh,—'twas THE PEARL

more ?"

One hour of time were worth a load of ore ! OF GREAT PRICE.

Give to the ignorant our own wisdoni! give Last of all, the whole world was bowled in Sorrow our comfort ! lend to those who live at the grate,


In crime the counsels of our virtuel share With the soul of a beggar to serve for å With souls our souls, and Satan shall despair! When the former sprang up with so strong a Alas! what converts one man, who would rebuff


take That it made a vast rent and escaped at the The cross, and staff, and house with Guilt, When balanced in air, it ascended on high,

could make. Sir E. B. Lytton. And sailed up aloft, a balloon in the sky; 340. CHARITY, Demand for. While the scale with the soul in't so mightily The lady lay in her bed, fell

Her couch so warm and soft, That it jerked the philosopher out of his cell. But her sleep was restless and broken still ;

Jane Taylor.

For turning often and oft 337. CHARITY, Application of.

From side to side, she muttered and moan'd,

And toss'd her arms aloft. What use the preacher's truth and earnest exhortation ?

[tion. At last she started up, The hearer makes thereof inverted applica- And gazed on the vacant air A miser listened once to a discourse most With a look of awe, as if she saw moving,

Some dreadful phantom there; The habit of unstinted charity approving. And then in the pillow ehe buried her face He said: “I never was before so much From visions ill to bear. affected :

The very curtains shook, How beautiful is charity when well directed !

Her terror was so extreme, So clear and noble is the duty of almsgiving, And the light that fell on the broider'd quilt At once I'll go and beg, as sure as I am liv


Kept a tremulous gleam; ing."

(cried :

And her voice was hollow, and shook as she 338. CHARITY, Compensation of.

“Oh me! that awful dream! Is thy cruse of comfort failing ? rise and that weary, weary walk, share it with another,

In the church-yard's dismal ground ! And through all the years of famine it shall And those horrible things with shady wings, serve thee and thy brother.

That came and flitted round; Love Divine will fill the storehouse, or thy Death, death, and nothing but death, handful still renew ;

[feast for two.

In every sight and sound !
Scanty fare for one will often make a royal And oh! those maidens young,
For the heart grows rich in giving; all its
wealth is living gain;

Who wrought in that dreary room,
Seeds, which mildew in the

garner, scattered,

With figures drooping and spectres thin, fill with gold the plain.

And cheeks without a bloom ; (pride

And the voice that cried, “For the pomp of Is thy burden hard and heavy? do thy steps drag wearily?

We haste to an early tomb! Help to bear thy brother's burden ; God will For the pomp and pleasure of Pride bear both it and thee.

We toil like Afric slaves, Numb and weary on the mountains, wouldst And only to earn a home at last, thou slecp amidst the snow?

Where yonder cypress waves ;' Chafe that frozen form beside thee, and to- And then they pointed-I never saw gether both shall glow.

A ground so full of graves !

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