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In Memoriam, Conclusion.
M. F. TUPPER.
THE SOUL'S CRY.
One God, one law, one element,
And one far-off divine event, "I cry unto thee daily." - Ps. Ixxxvi. 3.
To which the whole creation moves. O, EVER from the deeps
TENNYSON. Within my soul, oft as I muse alone, Comes forth a voice that pleads in tender tone ; Give what thou canst, without thee we are poor ; As when one long unblest
And with thee rich, take what thou wilt away. Sighs ever after rest ;
The Task: Winter Morning Walk.
God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love.
Yet I shall temper so
Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Like a sad, plaintive cry heard far away.
Thein fully satisfied, and thee appease.
Paradise Lost, Book x.
Atoms or systems into ruin hurled,
And now a bubble burst, and now a world. I hear them still amidst the tumult loud.
Essity ou Man, Epistle I. Each waking morn anew
And He that doth the ravens feed, The sense of many a need returns again ;
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, I feel myself a child, helpless as when
Be comfort to my age !
As You Like Il, Actii. Sc. 3.
My God, my Father, and my Friend,
Do not forsake me at my end. Where nameless perils ever may betide,
Translation of Dies Ira.
EARL OF ROSCOMMON, O’er slippery steeps whereon my feet may slide ; Some mighty hand I crave,
As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, To hold and help and save,
As the rapt seraph that adores and burns : Anıl guide me ever when my steps would stray.
To Him no high, no low, no great, no small ;
He fills, He bounds, connects, and equals all! There is but One, 1 know,
Essay on Man, Epistle 1.
And God the Spirit, three in one ;
Be honor, praise, and glory given, Where the sweet streams of peace and safety flow. By all on earth, and all in heaven.
Glory to the Father and the Son.
DR. I. WATTS.
Of man's first disobedience and the fruit Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place,
Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste (Portentous sight !) the owlet Atheism,
Brought death into the world and all our woe.
Paradise Lost, Book i.
And only man is vile.
And he that does one fault at first, An atheist's laugh 's a poor exchange
And lies to hide it, makes it two. For Deity offended !
DR. I. WATTS. Epistle to a Young Friend.
But, sad as angels for the good man's sin, PREACHING AND MISSIONS.
Weep to record, and blush to give it in. I preached as never sure to preach again,
Pleasures of Hope.
T. CAMPBELL. And as a dying man to dying men.
About some act,
That has no relish of salvation in 't.
Hamlet, Act iii. Sc. 2.
Long is the way
And hard, that out of hell leads up to light.
Paradise Lost, Book ii.
Henry IV., Part II. Activ. Sc. 4.
So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Night Thoughts, Night ii.
Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost. If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
Evil, be thou my good.
Paradise Lost, Book iv.
Vice is a monster of so frightful mien Religion stands on tiptoe in our land,
As to be hated, needs but to be seen. Ready to pass to the American strand.
Essay on Man, Epistle II.
O shame, where is thy blush?
Hamlet, Ac iii. Sc. 4.
Servant of God, well done. Missionary Hymn.
DR. E. YOUNG.
The Church Militant.
Paradise Lost, Book vi.
As ever in my great taskmaster's eye.
On his being arrived to the Age of Twenty-three.
His single talent well employed.
DR. S. JOHNSON.
Consideration, like an angel, came And folly into sin !
And whipped the offending Adam out of him. The Bridal of Triermain, Cant. i.
Henry V.. Ac i, Sc. 1.
SHAKESPEARE. There is a method iu man's wickedness,
Leave her to Heaven, It grows up by degrees.
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, A King and no King, Art v. Sc. 4.
To prick and sting her.
SHAKESPEARE Ay me, how many perils doe enfold
Why should not conscience have vacation, The righteous man, to make him daily fall. As well as other courts o'th' nation? Facrie Queene, Book i.
Hudibras, Part II. Cant. ii.
HYPOCRISY. Now conscience wakes despair That practised falsehood under saintly shew, That slumbered, wakes the bitter memory Deep malice to conceal, couched with revenge. Of what he was, what is, and what must be. Paradise Lost, Book iv. Paradise Lost, Book iv.
With devotion's visage, What exile from himself can flee?
And pious action, we do sugar o'er To zvues though more and more remote
The devil himself. Still, still pursues, where'er I be,
Hamlet, Act ill. Sc. i.
I waive the quantum o' the sin,
The hazard of concealing ;
But, och! it hardens a' within,
And petrifies the feeling.
Epistle to a Young Friend. FLEETING GOOD. Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view. Built God a church, and laughed his word to
COWPER. The good he scorned Stalkeä os reiuctant, like an ili-used ghost,
But then I sigh, and with a piece of scripture Not to return; or, if it did, in visits
Tell them that God bids us do good for evil : Like those of angels, short and far between.
And thus I clothe my naked villany
With odd old ends stol'n forth of holy writ, The Grave, Part II.
And seem a saint when most I play the devil. HELL.
King Richard III., Ad i. Sc. 3. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
And the devil did grin, for his darling sin Inferno Cant. iii.
Is pride that apes humility.
The Devil's Thoughts.
Christians have burnt each other, quite perStill threatening to devour me, opens wide,
suaded To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
That all the Apostles would have done as they Paradise Lost, Book iv.
Don Juan, Cant, i.
Till Peter's keys some christened Jove adorn, All places shall be hell that are not heaven. And Pan to Moses lends his pagan horn.
C. MARLOWE. The Dunciad, Book iii.
Perverts the Prophets and purloins the Psalms.
BELIEF AND DOUBT. English Bards and Scotch Reviewers,
One in whom persuasion and belief
Had ripened into faith, and faith become
A passionate intuition.
The Excursion, Book vi.
Nor less I deern that there are Powers
In a wise passiveness.
Expostulation and Reply.
But there are wanderers o'er Eter:ity
Whose bark drives on and on, and anchored My Book and Heart
ne'er shall be. Must never part.
Childe Harold, Cani. iii.
Paradise Lost, Book iii.
Whose faith has centre everywhere,
But Faith, fanatic Faith, once weddel fast His Lord, and cryed.
To some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last.
Lalla Rookh : Verled Prophet of Khorassan,
For forms of government let fools contest;
Whate'er is best administered is best :
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight ;
His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
Perplexed in faith, but pure in deeds,
At last he beat his music out.
There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds. For fear divine Philosophy
Should push beyond her mark, and be Procuress to the Lords of Hell.
JESUS CHRIST. o'Star-eyed Science ! hast thou wandered there, Brightest and best of the sons of the morning ! To waft us home the message of despair ? Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid. Pleasures of Hope.
Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes THE BIBLE.
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, When love could teach a monarch to be wise, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And Gospel-light first dawned from Bullen's eyes. And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad ;
The nights are wholesome; then no planets
strike, Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true. No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallowed and so gracious is the time.
Education and Government.
Within that awful volume lies
And better had they ne'er been born,
In those holy fields,
Henry IV.. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.