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Of two evils I have chose the least.
a. PRIOR— Imitation of Horace.
Who did leave his Father's throne,
HERBERT— The Temple. Business.
With its ten thousand tongues The everlasting sea proclaims, Echoing angelic songs.
KEBLE--Septuagesima Sunday. All the glory and beauty of Christ are manifested within, and there he delights to dwell; his visits there are frequent, his condescen. sion amazing, his conversations sweet, his comforts refreshing; and the peace that lie brings passeth all understanding.
0. THOMAS À KEMPIS.
God never gave man a thing to do concerning which it were irreverent to ponder how the Son of God would have done it. p. GEORGE MacDonald— The Marquis of
Lossie. Ch. LIX.
Choose always the way that seems the best, however rough it may be. Custom will render it easy and agreeable.
b. PYTHAGORAS. I will not choose what many men desire, Because I will not jump with common
spirits, And rank me with the barbarous multitudes.
Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 9. Preferment goes by letter, and affection.
d. Othello. Act I. Sc. 1. There's a small choice in rotten apples.
Taming of the Shrev. Act I. Sc. 1.
Which of them shall I take? Both ? one? or neither? Neither can be en
joy'd, If both remain alive. f. King Lear. Act V. Sc. 1.
Great God ? I'd rather be A Pagan, suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses, that would make me less for
lorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. g. WORDSWORTH -- Miscellaneous Sonnets.
Pt. I. Sonnet XXIII. A strange alternative Must women have a doctor or a dance? h. Young-Love of Fame. Satire V.
The pilot of the Galilean lake.
Thou, Whom_soft-eyed Pity once led down from
Heaven To bleed for Man, to teach him how to live, And oh ! still harder lesson, how to die !
BISHOP PORTEUS--Death. Line 316.
Star unto star speaks light, and world to
world Repeats the passage of the universe To God; the name of Christ--the one great
word Well worth all languages in earth or Heaven. i. BAILEY-Festus. Sc. Heaven.
Lovely was the death Of Him whose life was Love! Holy, with
power. He on the thought-benighted Skeptic beamed Manifest Godhead. je COLERIDGE--Religious Musings.
Line 29. He was the Word that spake it; He took the bread and brake it; And what that Word did make it, I do believe and take it. k. DONNE--Divine Poems. On the
Sacrament. In darkness there is no choice. It is light, that enables us to see the differences between things ; and it is Christ, that gives us light. 1. J. O, and A. W. HARE--Guesses at
In those holy fields Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet, Which fourteen hundred years ago, were
nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.
Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 1. And so the Word had breath, and wrought
With human hands the creed of creeds
In lovliness of perfect dee is,
Or builds the house or digs the grave,
And those wild eyes that watch the waves In roarings round the coral reef.
t. TENNYSON--In Memoriam. Pt. XXXVI. His love at once, and dread instruct our
thought; As man he suffer'd and as God he taught.
น. WALLER-Of Divine Love. Line 41.
CHRISTIAN. A Christian is God Almighty's gentleman. V. J. O. and A. W. HARE-Guesses at Truth Look in, and see Christ's chosen saint
In triumph wear his Christ-like chain; No fear lest he should swerve or faint; · His life is Christ, his death is gain."
It is the Christmas time:
D. M. MULOCK- Thirty Years.
A Hymn for Christmas Morning. England was merry England, when Old Christmas brought his sports again. 'Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest ale; 'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale; A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man's heart through half the year. SCOTT Marmion. Canto VI.
Introduction. At Christmas I no more desire a rose, Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act I, Sc. 1.
CHRISTMAS. The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.
d. BAYLY—The Mistletoe Bough. We ring the bells and we raise the strain, We hang up garlands everywhere And bid the tapers twinkle fair, And feast and frolic-and then we go Back to the same old lives again.
SUSAN COOLIDGE- Christmas.
Upon a clear blue river,
Is echoed on forever:
KEBLE - Christmas Day.
And wild and sweet
The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! g. LONGFELLOW - Flower de Luce.
Christmas Bells. Shepherds at the grange,
Where the Babe was born,
Christmas carols until morn.
A Christmas Carol.
(If ye have power to touch our senses so:) And let your silver chime Move in melodious time, And let the bass of Heaven's deep organ
blow, And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony. in MILTON-On the Morning of Christ's
Nativity. St. 13. This is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King, Of wedded maid, and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring, For so the holy sages once did sing, That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his father work us a perpetual
peace. j. MILTON- On the Morning of Christ's
Nativity. St. 1.
Be merry all, be merry all,
To welcome merry Christmas. p. W. R. SPENCER-The Joys of
Christmas. The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist. 9.
TENNYSON – In Memoriam. Pt. XXVIII. With trembling fingers did we weave
The holly round the Christmas hearth;
A rainy cloud possess'd the earth, And sadly fell our Christmas-eve.
TENNYSON-- In Memoriam. Pt. XXX. At Christmas play, and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year. TUSSER--Five Hundred Points of
Good Husbandry. Ch. XII.
God never had a church but there men say,
On the lecture slate
m. WALLER-- Long and Short Life.
No sooner is a temple built to God, but the
devil builds a chapel hard by. b. HERBERT Jacula Prudentum.
She (the Roman Catholic Church) may still exist in undiminished vigour, when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's. c. MACAULAY-Reviero of Ranke's
History of the Popes. And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
d. MILTON-Il Penseroso. Line 159.
CIRCUMSTANCES. No man lives without jostling and being jostled; in all ways he has to elbow himself through the world, giving and receiving offence. CARLYLE-- Essays. Memoirs of the
Life of Scott. The objects that we have known in better days are the main props that sustain the weight of our affections, and give us strength to await our future lot. WM. HAZLITT- Table Talk, On the
Past and Future. Sprinkled along the waste of years
Full many a soft green isle appears : Pause where we may upon the desert road, Some shelter is in sight, some sacred safe
abode. p. KEBLE - The Christian Year. Advent
Sunday. St. 8. Occasions do not make a man frail, but they shew what he is. 9. THOMAS À KEMPIS --- Imitation of
Christ. Bk. I. Ch. XVI. Condition, circumstance is not the thing. POPE--Essuy on Man. Ep. IV.
Line 57 If circumstances lead me, I will find Where truth is hid.
s. Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. Leave frivolous circumstances. t. Taming of the Shrer. Act V. Sc. 1.
My circumstances Being so near the truth as I will make them, Must first induce you to believe.
Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 4.
Henry VI. Pt. II. Act I, Sc. 1.
Circles and right lines limit and close all bodies, and the mortal right-lined circle must conclude and shut up all. 9. Sir Thos. BROWNE--Hydriotaphia.
The eye is the first circle; the horizon which it forins is the second; and throughout nature this primary figure is repeated without end. It is the highest emblem in the cipher of the world. h.
EMERSON – Essays. Circles.
The gmall pebble stirs the peaceful lake; The circle mov'd, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads. i. POPE--Essay on Man. Ep. IV.
I'm up and down and round about,
leisure, They never yet could find my measure.
1. JONATHAN SWIFT--On a Circle.
hundred isles !
I watch'd the little circles die;
When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;
Die down, O dismal day!
tiveBy upper winds through pompous motions
blown. 1. DAVID GRAY-- The Luggie and Olher
Poems. In the Shadows. Sonnet XX. The cloudlets are lazily sailing O'er the blue Atlantic sea. HEINE--Early Poems. Evening Songs.
No. 4. See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks! LONGFELLOW--Christus. The Golden
Legend. Pt. V. The louring element Scowls o'er the darkened landscip. MILTON--Paradise Lost. Bk. II.
At Dresden on the Elbe, that handsome city, Where straw hats, verses, and cigars are
made, They've built (it well may make us feel afraid)
A music-club and music warehouse pretty. b. HEINE-Book of Songs. Sonnets.
Dresden Poetry. Even cities have their graves !
LONGFELLOW-Amalfi. St. 6.
d. LONGFELLOW-Kéramos. Line 66.
MILTON – L'Allegro. Line 117. See the wild Waste of all-devouring yearo! How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears, With nodding arches, broken temples sprea l! The very Tombs now vanish'd like their dead!
POPE- Moral Essays. Ep.V. Line 1. I am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry, Whence this excess of joy? What has be
fallen me ? And from within a thrilling voice replies, Thou art in Rome! A thousand busy
thoughts Rush on my mind, a thousand images; And I spring up as girt to run a race!
g. ROGERS --Rome.
There does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night, And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.
p. MILTON--Comus. Line 223. Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven, Curtain round the vault of heaven. 9. Thos. LORE PEACOCK -- Rhododaphne.
Clouds on the western side Grow gray and grayer, hiding the warm sun. CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI— Twilight Calm.
St. 1. We often praise the evening clouds,
And tints so gay and bold,
SCOTT-The Setting Sun.
clouds. t. Troilus and Cressida. Act IV. Sc. 5.
CLEANLINESS. Cleanliness of body was ever esteemed to proceed from a due reverence to God. h. BACON- Advancement of Learning.
Bk, I. Certainly this is a duty, not a sin. “Cleanliness is indeed next to godliness.” i. JOHN WESLEY. Sermon XCII.
CLOUDS. 0 it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies, To make the shifting clouds be what you
please, Or let the easily-persuaded eyes Own each quaint likeness issuing from the
mould Of a friend's fancy.
COLERIDGE-Poetical Works. Sonnet. The sky is filled with rolling, fleecy clouds, whose flat receding bases seem to float upon a transparent amber sea. k. W. HAMILTON GIBSON— Pastoral Days.
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting
From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leives when laid
In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that
The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's
As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
TENNYSON- In Memoriam. Pt. XV.