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NEW CYCLOPÆDIA

OF

POETICAL ILLUSTRATIONS.

AARON.

ABILITIES.

1. AARON Atoning,
See Aaron, God's anointed priest,

Within the veil appear,
In robes of mystic meaning dressed,

Presenting Israel's prayer.
The plate of gold which crowns his brows

His holiness describes;
His breast displays in shining rows

The names of all the tribes.
With the atoning blood he stands

Before the mercy-seat;
And clouds of incense from his hands

Arise with odor sweet.
Urim and Thummim near his heart,

In rich engravings worn,
The sacred light of truth impart,

To teach and to adorn.
Through him the eye of faith descries,

A greater priest than he-
Thus Jesus pleads above the skies

For you, my friends, and me.
He bears the names of all the saints,

Deep on His hcart engraved;
Attentive to the state and wants

Of all His love has saved.
In Him a holiness complete,

Light and perfection shine;
And wisdom, grace, and glory meet-

A Saviour all divine.
The blood which, as a priest, He bears,

For sinners, is His own;
The incense of His prayers and tears

Perfumes the holy throne.
In Him my weary soul has rest,

Though I am weak and vile;
I read my name upon His breast,
And see the Father smile.

John Newton.

2. AARON, Death of

With trembling hand He basted to unclasp the priestly robe, And cast it o'er his son, and on his head The mitre place; while with a feeble voice, He blessed, and bade him keep his garments pure

[raised From blood of souls. But then, as Moses The mystic breastplate, and that dying eye Caught the radiance of those precious stones, By whose oracular and fearful light Jehovah had so oft His will revealed, Unto the chosen tribe whom Aaron loved In all their wandering-but whose promised

land He might not look upon-he sadly laid His head upon the mountain's turfy breast, And with one prayer, half wrapped in stifled Gave up the ghost.

(groans, Lydia Huntley Sigourney. 3. ABILITIES, Concealed. We grant, although he had much wit, H’ was very shy of using it, As being loth to wear it out, And, therefore, bore it not about; Unless on holydays or so, As men their best apparel do. Beside, 'tis known he could speak Greek, As naturally as pigs squeak; That Latin was no more difficile Than to a black-bird 'tis to whistle.

Butler's Hudibras. 4. ABILITIES, Development of Call now to mind what high capacious

powers Lie folded up in man; how far beyond The praise of mortals may the eternal growth Of Nature to perfection half divine, Expand the blooming soul? What pity, then, Should sloth's unkindly fogs depress to earth Her tender blossom, choke the streams of

life, And blast her spring! Far otherwise design'd

Almighty wisdom ; Nature's happy cares That every subject in the land
The obedient heart far otherwise incline. Should to the priest confess their sins.
Witness the sprightly joy when aught un- And thus the pious Wolf begins :
known

[power “Good father, I must own with shame,
Strikes the quick sense, and wakes each active That often I have been to blame,
To brisker measures : witness the neglect I must confess, on Friday last,
Of all fainiliar prospects, though beheld Wretch that I was ! I broke my fast:
With transport once; the fond attentive gaze But I defy the basest tongue
Of young astonishment; the sober zeal To prove I did my neighbor wrong;
Of age, commenting on prodigious things, Or ever went to seek my food,
For such the bounteous providence of Heaven, By rapine, theft, or thirst of blood."
In every breast implanting this desire

The Ass approaching next, confess'd,
Of objects new and strange, to urge us on That in his heart he loved a jest:
With unremitted labor to pursue

A wag he was, he needs must own,
Those sacred stores that wait the ripening and could not let a dunce alone:
In Truth's exhaustless bosom. (soul, Sometimes his friend he would not spare,

Mark Akenside. And might perhaps be too severe : 5. ABILITIES, Difference of.

But yet the worst that could be said,
Alas! what differs more than man from man! He was a wit both born and bred;
And whence this difference ?-whence but And, if it be a sin and shame,
from himself ?

Nature alone must bear the blame.
For, see the universal race endowed [fixed, One fault he has, is sorry for 't,
With the same upright form! The sun is His ears are half a foot too short;
And the infinite magnificence of heaven,

Which could he to the standard bring, Within the reach of every human eye:

He'd show his face before the king: The sleepless ocean murmurs in all ears;

Then for his voice, there's none disputes The vernal field infuses fresh delight That he's the nightingale of brutes. Into all hearts. Throughout the world of

The swine with contrite heart allow'd Even as an object is sublime or fair, (sense, His shape and beauty made him proud: That object is laid open to the view

In diet was perhaps too nice, Without reserve or veil; and as a power

But gluttony was ne'er his vice: Is salutary, or its influence sweet,

In every turn of life content, Are each and all enabled to perceive

And meekly took what fortune sent: That power, that influence, by impartial law. Inquire through all the parish round,

Gifts nobler are vouchsafed alike to all;— A better neighbor ne'er was found; Reason,-and, with that reason, smiles and His vigilance might some displease; Imagination, freedom of the will, (tears;

'Tis true he hated sloth like pease. Conscience to guide and check; and death Apply the tale, and you shall find To be foretasted-immortality presumed.

How just it suits with human kind. Strange then, nor less than monstrous might

Jonathan Swift. be deemed

7. ABRAHAM, The Sacrifice of. The failure, if the Almighty, to this point

It was noon
Liberal and undistinguishing, should hide
The excellence of moral qualities

And Abraham on Moriah bowed himself From common understanding ; leaving truth and buried up his face and prayed for And virtue, difficult, abstruse, and dark;

strength. Hard to be won, and only by a few :

He could not look upon his son, and pray; Strange, should he deal herein with nice But with his hand upon the clustering curls respects,

Of the fair, kneeling boy, he prayed that God And frustrate all the rest! Believe it not:

Would nerve him for that hour. The primal duties shine aloft like stars ;

He rose up and laid The charities, that soothe, and heal, and bless, The wood upon the altar. All was done. Are scattered at the feet of man, like flowers. He stood a moment and a deep, quick flash The generous inclination, the just rule,

Passed o'er his countenance; and then he Kind wishes, and good actions, and pure His spirit with a bitter strength and spoke:

nerved
thoughts

Isaac!
No mystery
is here; no special boon

my only son!”—The boy looked up: For high and not for low-for proudly

“Where is the lamb, my father?" Oh the And not for meek in heart.

(graced

tones, William Wordsworth.

The sweet, familiar voice of a loved child !

What would its music scem at such an hour ! 6. ABILITIES, Mistaken.

It was the last deep struggle. Abraham held It happen'd when a plague broke out, His loved, his beautiful, his only son, (Which therefore made them more devout,) And lifted up his arms and call'd on GodThe king of brutes (to make it plain, And lo! God's angel stay'd him and he fell Of quadrupeds I only mean)

Upon his face and wept. By proclamation gave command,

Nathaniel Parker Willis.

8. ABSALOM, Death of.

A moment on his child: then, giving him The pall was settled. He who slept beneath A look of melting tenderness, he clasped Was straightend for the grave, and, as the His hands convulsively, as if in prayer; folds

And, as if strength were given him from God, Sunk to the still proportions, they betray'd

He rose up calmly, and composed the pall The matchless symmetry of Absalom.

Firmly and decently--and left him thereHis hair was yet unshorn, and silken curls

As if his rest had been a breathing sleep. Were floating round the tassels as they sway'd

Nathaniel Parker Willis. To the admitted air, as glossy now As when, in hours of gentle dalliance, bathing like as the culver on the bared bough,

9. ABSENCE, Complaint of. The snowy fingers of Judea's daughters. His helm was at his feet: his banner, soil'd Sits mourning for the absence of her mate, With trailing through Jerusalem, was laid, And in her songs sends many a wishful vow Reversed, beside him: and the jewell'd hilt, For his return that seems to linger late ; Whose diamonds lit the passage of his blade, So I, alone now left, disconsolate, Rested, like mockery, on his cover'd brow. Mourn to myself the absence of my love, The soldiers of the king trod to and fro, And wandering here and there all desolate, Clad in the armor of battle; and their chief, Seek with my plaints, to match that mournThe mighty Joab, stood beside the bier,

ful dove. And gazed upon the dark pall steadfastly,

Edmund Spenser. As if he feard the slumberer might stir. A slow step startled him. He grasped his

10. ABSENCE, Improvement of. blade

What shall I do with all the days and hours As if a trumpet rang; but the bent form That must be counted ere I see thy face? Of David enter'd, and he gave command,

How shall I charm the interval that lowers In a low tone, to his few followers, [still

Between this time and that sweet time of And left him with his dead. The king stood

grace ? Till tbe last echo died; then throwing off The sackcloth from his brow, and laying back Shall I in slumber steep each weary sense,The pall from the still features of his child, Weary with longing ? Shall I flee away He bow'd his head upon him, and broke forth Into past days, and with some fond pretence In the resistless eloquence of woc:

Cheat myself to forget the present day? " Alas! my noble boy! that thou shouldst die! Shall love for thee lay on my soul the sin Thou, who wert made so beautifully fair! That death should settle in thy glorious eye,

Of casting from me God's great gift of

time? And leave his stillness in this clustering hair! Shall I, these mists of memory locked within, How could he mark thee for the silent tomb! My proud boy, Absalom!

Leave and forget life's purposes sublime ? Cold is thy brow, my son! and I am chill, O, how or by what means may I contrive As to my bosom I have tried to press thee! To bring the hour that brings thee back How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill,

more near? Like a rich harp-string, yearning to caress How may I teach my drooping hope to live thee,

[dumb

Until that blessed time, and thou art here? And hear thy sweet my father !' from these And cold lips, Absalom!

I'll tell thee; for thy sake I will lay hold But death is on thee, I shall hear the gush Of all good aims, and consecrate to thee, Of music, and the voices of the young : In worthy deeds, each moment that is told And life will pass me in the mantling blush, While thou, beloved one! art far from mc. And the dark tresses to the soft winds flung; But thou no more, with thy sweet voice, shall For thee I will arouse my thoughts to try To meet mc, Absalom!

(come

All heavenward flights, all high and holy And oh! when I am stricken, and my heart,

strains ; Like a bruised reed, is waiting to be broken, For thy dear sake I will walk patiently How will its love for thee, as I depart,

Through these long hours, nor call their Yearn for thine ear to drink its last deep

minutes pains. token.

[gloom, I will this dreary blank of absence make It were so sweet, amid death's gathering

A noble task-time; and will therein strive To see thee, Absalom!

To follow excellence, and to o'ertake And now, farewell ! 'tis hard to give thee up,

More good than I have won since yet I live. With death so like a gentle slumber on thee; And thy dark sin!-Oh! I could drink the So may this doomed time build up in me сир,

A thousand graces, which shall thus be If from this woe its bitterness had won thee. thine; May God have call'd thee, like a wanderer, So may my love and longing hallowed be, My lost boy, Absalom !"

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Frances Anne Kemblo.

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11. ABSENCE, Similes of.

And every joy He sends me comes as a sweet
A boat at midnight sent alone

and glad surprise.
To drift upon the moonless sea,
A lute, whose leading chord is gone,

I see not a step before me as I tread the days
A wounded bird, that hath but one
Imperfect wing to soar upon,

But the past is still in God's keeping, the

future His mcrcy shall clear, Are like what I am, without thee!

And what looks dark in the distance, may Thomas Moore.

brighten as I draw near. 12. ABSTINENCE, Battle of Stand up for the cold-water fight

For perhaps the dreaded future has less bit 'Gainst doctor and lawyer and priest;

terness than I think, Stand up and do battle for right

The Lord may sweeten the water before I 'Gainst foes from the West or the East;

stoop to drink. 'Gainst foes from the North and the South;

Or, if Marah must be Marah, He will stan 1

beside its brink. 'Gainst foes from above or beneath; Speak out every man with a mouth

It may be there is waiting for the coming of The watchword of “FREEDOM OR DEATI !"

my feet, Away with your “moderate" drink!

Some gift of such rare blessedness, some joy Your infamous pleading for wine!

so strangely sweet The tempter that lures to the brink

That my lips can only tremble with the thanks

I cannot speak.
Of perdition! The demon malign!
The treacherous, venomous thing

O restful, blissful ignorance ! 'Tis blessed That blushes and laughs in the bowl!

not to know, The mocker! The adder whose sting

It keeps me quiet in those arms which will Strikes mortal through body and soul!

not let me go, George Lansing Taylor.

And hushes my soul to rest on the bosom which 13. ABSTINENCE, Habit of.

loves me so. That monster, Custom, who all sense doth So I go on not knowing. I would not if I Of habit's devil, is angel yet in this : [eat might; That to the use of actions fair and good I would rather walk on in the dark with God, He likewise gives a frock, or livery

than go alone in the light; That aptly is put on. Refrain to-night ; I would rather walk with Him by faith than And that shall lend a kind of easiness

walk alone by sight. To the next abstinence: the next more easy : For use can almost change the stamp of My heart shrinks back from trials which the nature,

future may disclose, And either curb the devil, or throw him out Yet I never had a sorrow but what the dear With wondrous potency.

Lord chose;
Wm. Shakespeare. So I send the coming tears back, with the

whispered word “He knows."
14. ABSTINENCE, Labor for.
Wait, abstainers, every year

17. ACQUIESCENCE, Entiro. Vindicates the glorious plan,

To do, or not to do; to have, Time rewards each pioneer

Or not to have, I leave to Thee; Who clears a higher path for man.

To bc, or not to be; I leave,

Thy only will be done in me!
Faster, faster, true men gather
Round the standard all unfurled,

All my requests are lost in one,

“Father, Thy only will be donc ! ” Youthful son and hoary father Haste to bear it round the world.

Welcome alike the crown or cross,

Trouble I cannot ask nor peace, 15. ABSTINENCE, Resolution of.

Nor toil, nor rest; nor gain, nor loss; Thou sparkling bowl! thou sparkling bowl!

Nor joy, nor grief; nor pain, nor ease; Though lips of bards thy brim may press, Nor life, nor death; but cver groan, And eyes of beauty o'er thee roll,

“Father, Thy only will be done !" And songs and dance thy power confess

Charles Wesley. I will not touch thee; for there clings

18. ACTION, Appointment of. A scorpion to thy side that stings.

John Pierpont.

What are we set on earth for? Say, to toil

Nor seek to leave thy tending of the vines, 16. ACQUIESCENCE, Confiding,

For all the heat o' day, till it declines, I know not what will befall me! God hangs And Death's mild curfew shall from work a mist o'er my eyes,

assoil. And o'er each step of my onward path He God did anoint thee with His odorous oil, makes new scenes to rise,

To wrestle, not to reign; and He assigns

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