And so the Word had breath, and wrought
With human hands the creed of creeds
In lovliness of perfect dee is,
More strong than all poetic thought;
Which he may read that binds the sheaf,
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. u. WALLER Of Divine Love. Line 41.

Ring out, ye crystal spheres,
Once bless our human ears,

(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.
i. 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.

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.
TENNYSON-In Memoriam. Pt. XXVIII.
q.
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.
T. TENNYSON-In Memoriam.

Pt. XXX.

At Christmas play, and make good cheer,
For Christmas comes but once a year.
S. TUSSER-Five Hundred Points of
Good Husbandry. Ch. XII.

CHURCH, THE.

Where God hath a temple, the Devil will have a chapel.

t. BURTON-Anatomy of Melancholy. Pt. III. Sc. 4.

Wherever God erects a house of prayer, The devil always builds a chapel there. น. DEFOE-The Trueborn Englishman.

Line 1.

CIRCUMSTANCES.

No man lives without jostling and being jostled; in all ways he has to elbow himself through the world, giving and receiving offence.

n. 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.

0. 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.

Being so near the truth as I will make them, Must first induce you to believe.

น. Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 4. What means this passionate discourse, This peroration with such circumstance. Henry VI. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 1. So runs the round of life from hour to hour. TENNYSON-Circumstance.

v.

w.

CITIES.

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;
A palace and a prison on each hand;

I saw from out the wave her structure rise
As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand:
A thousand years their cloudy wings expand
Around me, and a dying Glory smiles
O'er the far times when many a subject land
Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles,
Where Venice sate in state, throned on her
hundred isles!

TENNYSON-The Miller's Daughter.

x.

St. 10.

BYRON-Childe Harold. Canto IV..

St. 1.

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!

C. LONGFELLOW-Amalfi. St. 6.

What land is this? Yon pretty town
Is Delft, with all its wares displayed:
The pride, the market-place, the crown
And centre of the Potter's trade.

Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.

e. MILTON L'Allegro. Line 117.

See the wild Waste of all-devouring years!
How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears,
With nodding arches, broken temples sprea 1!
The very Tombs now vanish'd like their dead!
ƒ. POPE-Moral Essays. Ep.V. Line 1.

I am in Rome! Oft es 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.

DAVID GRAY--The Luggie and Other
Poems. In the Shadows. Sonnet XX.

The cloudlets are lazily sailing
O'er the blue Atlantic sea.
m. HEINE--Early Poems.

Evening Songs. No. 4.

We often praise the evening clouds,
And tints so gay and bold,

But seldom think upon our God,
Who tinged these clouds with gold.
SCOTT-The Setting Sun.

8.

Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds.

Troilus and Cressida. Act IV. Sc. 5.

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,

From the seas and the streams;

I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams.

From my wings are shaken the dews that waken

The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,

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. SHELLEY-The Cloud. St. 1.

น.

Yonder cloud That rises upward always higher, And onward drags a laboring breast, And topples round the dreary west, A looming bastion fringed with fire.