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Since then, my God, Thou hast

So brave a palace built; oh, dwell in it, That it may dwell with Thee at last !

Till then afford us so much wit, That as the world serves us we may serve Thee ; And both thy servants be.

HERBERT.

The same grand argument for reliance on God is taken up and carried forward into nature by the dramatist John Fletcher, with a depth and strength of thought truly admirable.

AGAINST DISTRUST OF OUR MAKER. O man! thou image of thy Maker's good, What canst thou fear, when breathed into thy blood His spirit is that built thee? What dull sense Makes thee suspect, in need, that Providence Who made the morning, and who placed the light, Guide to thy labours; who calld up the night, And bid her fall upon thee like sweet showers, In hollow murmurs, to lock up thy powers ; Who

gave thee knowledge, who so trusted thee, To let thee grow so near Himself, the tree? Must He then be distrusted? shall His frame Discourse with Him, Why thus and thus I am ? He made the angels thine, thy fellows all; Nay, even thy servants, when devotions call. Oh! canst thou be so stupid then, so dim To seek a saving influence, and lose Him? My mistress, then, be knowledge and fair Truth; So I enjoy all beauty and all youth.

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Friends' promises may lead us to believe;
But he that is his own friend knows to live.
Affliction, when I know, it is but this —
A deep alloy, whereby man tougher is

To bear the hammer; and the deeper still,
We still arise more image of His will.
Sickness, a humorous cloud 'twixt us and light:
And death, at longest, but another night.

And what

says

Goethe ?-
The future hides in it

Gladness and sorrow :
We

e press still thorow;
Nought that abides in it

Daunting us-Onward !

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So another poet :

NEVER DESPAIR.
The opal-hued and many-perfumed Morn

From Gloom is born;
From out the sullen depth of ebon Night

The stars shed light ;
Gems in the rayless caverns of the earth

Have their slow birth;
From wondrous alchemy of winter hours

Come summer flowers ;
The bitter waters of the restless main

Give gentle rain;
The fading bloom and dry seed bring once more

The year's fresh store;
Just sequences of clashing tones afford

The full accord;
Through weary ages, full of strife and ruth,

Thought reaches truth;
Through efforts, long in vain, prophetic need

Begets the deed ;
Nerve then thy soul with direct need to cope ;

Life's brightest hope
Lies latent in fate's deadliest lair-

Never despair !

The greatest spirits waste scant time in wailing : all hope lies for them in

ACTION. Do something! do it soon-with all thy might;

An angel's wing would droop if long at rest,

And God inactive were no longer blest. Some high or humble enterprise of good

Contemplate till it shall possess thy mind, Become thy study, pastime, rest, and food,

And kindle in thy heart a flame refined:

Pray Heaven for firmness thy whole soul to bind

To this high purpose; to begin, pursue,
With thoughts all fix'd, and feelings purely kind;

Strength to complete, and with delight review,
And strength to give the praise where all is due.

Wilcox. How superior is this to the querulous, morbid sentimentality!

The wisdom of cheerfulness is finely urged by old Dunbar of Scotland- -a poet, says Sir Walter Scott, unrivalled by any that Scotland has ever produced Be merry, man, and tak’ not sair in mind

The wavering of this wretched world of sorrow; To God be humble, to thy friend be kind,

And with thy neighbours gladly lend and borrow;

His chance to-night; it may be thine to-morrow; Be blythe in heart for any aventure,

For oft with wise men it hath been said aforow, Without Gladness availeth no treasure.

Make thee gude cheer of it that God thee sends,

For warld's wrack but welfare* nought avails; Nae gude is thine save only that thou spends,

Remanent all thou omites but with bails,t

Seek to solace when sadness thee assails; In dolour long thy life may not endure;

Wherefore of comfort set up all thy sails : Without Gladness availes no treasure.

Follow on pity, flee trouble and debate,

With famous folkis hold thy company; Be charitable and humble in thine estate, For worldly honour lasteth but a cry.

* World's trash without health, + Bails, i.ee injuries.

For trouble in earth tak' no melancholy;

Be rich in patience, if thou in goods be poor ; Who lives merrily, he lives mightily ;

Without Gladness availeth no treasure.

The chief event of middle life is marriage, and with this period begins a new life, so that a wedding-day is essentially a birthday. The sou) is as it were newly born, when it emerges from the glittering palace of free and careless youth, and enters on the grandest and most solemn of human engagements, with all its tender anxieties and mighty responsibilities.

Bulwer Lytton in “ The New Timon ” has embodied the idea of the birthday of the Soul :

Two years ago this dayDost thou remember ?—'twas a morn of MayAn outcast in the city sate and wept ! That day, the birthday of her soul, be kept ! That day, thy stranger-hand outstretch'd to save, Thy home the roof, thy heart the shelter gave, And from that day sun never rose nor set But with one prayer—nay, hush, and hear me yetThis morn light smiled to earth, but not to me, The fair world sadden'd with one want of thee!

How many mothers will sympathize with these
lines, by the wife of the celebrated surgeon, Dr.
Hunter :-
TO MY DAUGHTER, ON BEING SEPARATED FROM

HER ON HER MARRIAGE.
Dear to my heart as life's warm stream,

Which animates this mortal clay!
For thee I court the waking dream,

And deck with smiles the future day;
And thus beguile the present pain
With hopes that we shall meet again.

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