Chapter XXII: Part 22

The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the _word_ of our God shall stand for ever.--Isaiah, xl. 8.

Every idle _word_ that men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the day of judgment.--Matthew, xii. 36.

Ill deeds are doubled with an evil _word_.
_Shakspere._

Almighty Lord! the sun shall fail,
The moon forget her nightly tale,
And deepest silence bush on high
The radiant chorus of the sky;
But fixed for everlasting years,
Unmoved amid the wreck of spheres,
Thy _word_ shall shine in cloudless day,
When heaven and earth have passed away.
_Sir R. Grant._

Not _words_ alone it cost the Lord,
To purchase pardon for His own;
Nor will a soul by grace restored,
Return the Saviour’s _words_ alone.
Easy indeed it were to reach
A mansion in the courts above,
If swelling _words_ and fluent speech,
Might serve instead of faith and love.
But none shall gain the blissful place,
Or God’s unclouded glory see,
Who talks of free and sovereign grace,
Unless that grace has made him free.
_Cowper._

O happy they who know the Lord,
With whom be deigns to dwell,
He feeds and cheers them by His _word_,
His arm supports them well.

He helped His saints in ancient days,
Who trusted in His name;
And we can witness to His praise,
His love is still the same.

His presence sweetens all our cares,
And makes our burdens light;
A _word_ from Him dispels our fears,
And gilds the gloom of night.
_Newton._

There is a stream whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God;
Life, love, and joy, still gliding thro’,
And wat’ring our divine abode.

That sacred stream, Thy holy _word_,
That all our raging fear controls;
Sweet peace Thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.
_Watts._

When quiet in my house I sit,
Thy book be my companion still,
My joy Thy sayings to repeat,
Talk o’er the records of Thy will,
And search the oracles divine
Till every heart-felt _word_ be mine.

O may the gracious _words_ divine
Subject of all my converse be;
So will the Lord His follower join,
And walk and talk himself with me;
So shall my heart His presence prove,
And burn with everlasting love.

Oft as I lay me down to rest,
O may Thy reconciling _word_
Sweetly compose my weary breast!
While, in the bosom of my Lord,
I sink in blissful dreams away,
And visions of eternal day.

Rising to sing my Saviour’s praise,
Thee may I publish all day long;
And let Thy precious _word_ of grace
Flow from my heart, and fill my tongue,
Fill all my life with purest love,
And join me to the church above.
_C. Wesley._

Where deeds pull down, _words_ can repair no faith.
_Chapman._

A voice to light gave being:
To Time, and man his earth-born chronicler;
A voice shall finish doubt and dim foreseeing,
And sweep away life’s visionary stir;
The trumpet, (we intoxicate with pride,
Arm at its blast for deadly wars,)
To archangelic lips applied,
The grave shall open, quench the stars.
O silence! are men’s noisy years
No more than moments of thy life?
Is harmony, blest queen of smiles and tears,
With her smooth tones and discords just,
Tempered into rapturous strife,
Thy destined bond-slave? No! though earth be dust
And vanish, though the Heavens dissolve, her stay
Is in the _word_, that shall not pass away.
_Wordsworth._

Why, thou never-setting light,
Is thy brightness veil’d from me?
Why does this unusual night
Cloud thy best benignity?
I am lost without thy ray,
Guide my wandering footsteps, Lord!
Light my dark and erring way
To the noontide of thy _word_.
_Bowring, from the Russian._

I saw one man, armed simply with God’s _Word_,
Enter the souls of many fellow-men,
And pierce them sharply as a two-edged sword,
While conscience echoed back his words again;
Till, even as showers of fertilizing rain
Sink through the bosom of the valley clod,
So their hearts opened to the wholesome pain,
And hundreds knelt upon the flowery sod,
One good man’s earnest prayer, the link ’twixt them and God.
_Mrs. Norton._

WORKS--WORK.

Unto thee, O Lord, belongeth mercy; for thou renderest to every man according to his _work_.--Psalm lxii. 12.

The _works_ of the Lord are great, sought out of all them that have pleasure therein.--Psalm cxi. 2.

Prepare thy _work_ without, and make it fit for thyself in the field: and afterwards build thine house.--Proverbs, xxiv. 27.

These are Thy glorious _works_, Parent of Good,
Almighty, Thine this universal frame,
Thus wondrous fair; Thyself how wondrous then!
Unspeakable, who sitt’st above the Heavens
To us invisible, or dimly seen
In these thy lowest _works_; yet these declare
Thy goodness beyond thought and power divine.
Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light,
Angels; for ye behold Him, and with songs
And choral symphonies, day without night,
Circle his throne rejoicing! ye in Heaven,
On Earth, join all ye creatures to extol
Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
_Milton._

If faith produce no _works_; I see
That faith is not a living tree.
Thus faith and _works_ together grow,
No separate life they e’er can know:
They’re soul and body, hand and heart,--
What God hath joined, let no man part.
_Hannah More._

O, how unlike the complex _works_ of man,
Heaven’s easy, artless, unencumbered plan!
No meretricious graces to beguile,
No clustering ornaments to clog the pile;
From ostentation, as from weakness free,
It stands, like the cerulean arch we see,
Majestic in its own simplicity.
Inscribed above the portal, from afar
Conspicuous as the brightness of a star,
Legible only by the light they give,
Stand the soul-quickening words: Believe and live!
_Cowper._

Oh how I love with melted soul to leave
The house of prayer, and wander in the fields
Alone! what though the opening air be chill!
Although the lark, checked in his airy path,
Eke out his song, perched on the fallow clod
That still o’ertops the blade; although no branch
Have spread its foliage, save the willow wand
That dips its pale leaves in the swollen stream.
What though the clouds oft lower; their threats but end
In summer showers, that scarcely fill the folds
Of moss-couched violets, or interrupt
The merle’s dulcet pipe--melodious bird!
He hid behind the milk-white sloe-thorn spray,
(Whose early flowers anticipate the leaf,)
Welcomes the time of buds, the infant year.
Sweet is the sunny nook to which my steps
Have brought me, hardly conscious where I roamed,
Unheeding where--so lovely all around,
The _works_ of God arrayed in vernal smile.
_Grahame._

How manifold Thy _works_, O Lord,
In wisdom, power, and goodness wrought!
The earth is with Thy riches stored,
And ocean with Thy wonders fraught:
Unfathom’d caves beneath the deep
For Thee their hidden treasures keep.
_J. Montgomery._

Wherever in the world I am,
In whatsoe’er estate,
I have a fellowship with hearts
To keep and cultivate;
And a _work_ of lowly love to do
For the Lord on whom I wait.
_A. L. Waring._

Fellow-_workers_ are we; hour by hour,
Human tools are shaping Heaven’s great schemes,
Till we see no limit to man’s power,
And reality outstrips old dreams.
Toil and struggle, therefore, _work_ and weep,
In God’s care ye shall calmly sleep,
When the night cometh.
_Mrs. Embury._

Lord of all Being! where can fancy fly,
To what far realms, unmeasured by thine eye?
Where can he hide beneath Thy blazing sun,
Where dwell’st Thou not, the boundless, viewless One?
Shall guilt couch down within the cavern’s gloom,
And quivering, groaning, meditate her doom?
Or scale the mountains, where the whirlwinds rest,
And in the night-blast cool her fiery breast?
Within the cavern-gloom Thine eye can see,
The sky-clad mountains lift their heads to Thee!
Thy spirit rides upon the thunder storms,
Darkening the sky with their terrific forms!
Beams in the lightning, rocks upon the seas,
Roars in the blast, and whispers in the breeze;
In calms, in storm, in Heaven, in earth, Thou art!
Trace but Thy _works_, they bring Thee to the heart.
_R. Montgomery._

The blackbird early leaves its rest
To meet the smiling morn,
And gather fragments for its nest
From upland, wood, and lawn.
The busy bee that wings its way
’Mid sweets of varied hue,
At every flower would seem to say--
“There’s _work_ enough to do.”

The cowslip and the spreading vine,
The daisy in the grass,
The snowdrop and the eglantine,
Preach sermons as we pass.
The ant within its cavern deep,
Would bid us labour too,
And writes upon its tiny heap,
“There’s _work_ enough to do.”

The planets, at their Maker’s will,
Move onward in their cars,
For Nature’s wheel is never still--
Progressive as the stars!
The leaves that flutter in the air,
And summer breezes woo,
One solemn truth to man declare--
“There’s _work_ enough to do.”
_J. Burbidge._

WORLD.

The Lord is the true God, he is the living God, and an everlasting king:

He hath made the earth by his power, he hath established the _world_ by his wisdom.--Jeremiah, x. 10, 12.

What shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole _world_, and lose his own soul?--Mark, viii. 36.

If the _world_ hate you, ye know that it hated me before it hated you.

If ye were of the _world_, the _world_ would love his own: but because ye are not of the _world_, but I have chosen you out of the _world_, therefore the _world_ hateth you.--John, xv. 18, 19.

Be not conformed to this _world_, but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect will of God.--Romans, xii. 2.

The friendship of the _world_ is enmity with God: whosoever therefore will be a friend of the _world_, is the enemy of God.--James, iv. 4.

And the _world_ passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever.--I. John, ii. 17.

The weary mariner so fast not flies
An howling tempest, harbour to attain;
Nor shepherd hastes, when frays of wolves arise,
So fast to fold, to save his bleating train!
As I, wing’d with contempt and just disdain,
Now fly the _world_ and what it most doth prize,
And sanctuary seek, free to remain
From wounds of abject times, and envy’s eyes:
To me this _world_ did once seem sweet and fair,
While sense’s light mind’s perspective kept blind;
Now like imagin’d landscapes in the air,
And weeping rainbows, her best joys I find;
Or if aught here is had that praise should have,
It is an obscure life and silent grave.
_William Drummond._

Of this fair volume which we “_world_” do name,
If we the sheets and leaves could turn with care,
Of him who it corrects and did it frame,
We clear might read the art and wisdom rare,
Find out his power, which wildest powers doth tame,
His providence extending everywhere,
His justice, which proud rebels doth not spare,
In every page--no period of the same.
But silly we, like foolish children, rest
Well pleas’d with colour’d vellum, leaves of gold,
Fair dangling ribbands--leaving what is best;
On the great writer’s sense ne’er taking hold;
Or if by chance we stay our minds on aught,
It is some picture on the margin wrought.
_William Drummond._

Seek well another _world_; who studies this,
Travels in clouds, seeks manna where none is.
_Henry Vaughan._

Lord, mail my heart with faith, and be my shield,
And if a _world_ confront me, I’ll not yield.
_Francis Quarles._

To tremble, (as the creatures of an hour
Ought,) at the view of an Almighty power
Before His presence, at whose awful throne
All tremble in all _worlds_ except our own;
To supplicate His mercy, love His ways,
And prize them above pleasure, wealth, or praise;
Though common sense, allowed a casting voice,
And free from bias, must approve the choice;
Convicts a man fanatic in the extreme,
And wild as madness in the _world’s_ esteem.
_Cowper._

The joy that vain amusements give,
O, sad conclusion that it brings,
The honey of a crowded hive
Defended by a thousand stings.
’Tis thus the _world_ rewards the fools
That live upon her treacherous smiles;
She leads them blindfold, by her rules,
And ruins all whom she beguiles.
_Cowper._

What is this _world_?
What but a spacious burial-field unwalled,
Strewed with death’s spoils, the spoils of animals,
Savage and tame, and full of dead men’s bones?
The very turf on which we tread once lived,
And we that live must lend our carcases,
To cover our own offspring: in their turns,
They too must cover theirs.
_Blair._

Unthinking, idle, wild, and young,
I laughed and danced, I talked and sung,
And proud of health, of freedom vain,
Dreamed not of sorrow, care, nor pain:
Oh! then in those light hours of glee,
I thought the _world_ was made for me.

But when the hour of trial came,
And sickness shook my feeble frame,
And folly’s gay pursuits were o’er,
And I could sing and dance no more,
Oh! then I thought bow sad ’twould be
Were only this _world_ made for me.
_Princess Amelia._

Virtue, for ever frail as fair below,
Her tender nature suffers in the crowd,
Nor touches on the _world_ without a stain;
The _world_’s infectious.
_Young._

The _world_’s a school
Of wrong, and what proficients swarm around
We must or imitate or disapprove;
Must ’list as their accomplices or foes;
That stains our innocence, this wounds our peace.
_Young._

Thrice happy _world_, where gilded toys
No more disturb our thoughts, no more pollute our joys!
There light or shade no more succeed by turns,
There reigns the eternal sun with an unclouded ray,
There all is calm as night, yet all immortal day,
And truth for ever shines, and love for ever burns.
_Isaac Watts._

The flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow dies;
All that we wish to stay,
Tempts, and then flies:
What is this _world_’s delight?
Lightning, that mocks the night,
Brief even as bright.
_Shelley._

Dreams cannot picture a _world_ so fair--
Sorrow and death may not enter there;
Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom,
For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb,
It is there, it is there, my child!
_Mrs. Hemans._

Thou art, O God, the life and light
Of all this wondrous _world_ we see;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but reflections caught from Thee;
Where’er we turn, Thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are Thine.
_Thomas Moore._

O _world_! how little do thy joys
Concern a soul that knows
Itself not made for such low toys
As thy poor hand bestows!

Then take away thy tinsel wares,
That dazzle here our eyes;
Let us go up above the stars,
Where all our treasure lies.

The way we know: our dearest Lord
Himself has gone before:
And has engaged His faithful word,
To open us the door.
_Hicks._

The _world_ is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.
_Wordsworth._

Pass on, relentless _world_! I grieve
No more for all that thou hast riven;
Pass on, in God’s name, only leave
The things thou never yet hast given--
A heart at ease, a mind at home,
Affections fixed above thy sway,
Faith set upon a _world_ to come,
And patience through life’s little day.
_George Lunt._

WORSHIP.

O _worship_ the Lord in the beauty of holiness: fear before him, all the earth.--Psalm xcvi. 9.

In vain do they _worship_ me, teaching for doctrines the commandments of men.--Mark, vii. 7.

But the hour cometh, and now is, when the true _worshippers_ shall _worship_ the Father in spirit and in truth: for the Father seeketh such to _worship_ him.--John, iv. 23.

First _worship_ God; he that forgets to pray
Bids not himself good-morrow nor good-day:
Let thy first labour be to purge thy sin,
And serve Him first, whence all things did begin.
_Thomas Randolph._

There is a joy which angels well might prize:
To see, and hear, and aid God’s _worship_, when
Unnumbered tongues--a host of Christian men,
Youths, matrons, maidens, join. Their sounds arise
“Like many waters;” now glad symphonies
Of thanks and glory to our God, and then,
Seal of the social prayer, the loud Amen.
Faith’s common pledge, contrition’s mingled cries.
Thus when the church of Christ was hale and young,
She call’d on God, one spirit and one voice;
Thus from corruption cleansed, with health new strung,
Her son she nurtured. Oh! be theirs by choice,
What duty bids, to _worship_, heart and tongue,
At once to pray, at once in God rejoice!
_Bishop Mant._

The cheerfu’ supper done, wi’ serious face,
They, round the ingle, form a circle wide;
The sire turns o’er, wi’ patriarchal grace,
The big ha’-bible, ance his father’s pride;
His bonnet rev’rently is laid aside,
His lyart haffets wearing thin and bare;
Those strains that ance did sweet in Zion glide,
He wales a portion with judicious care;
And “Let us _worship_ God!” he says, with solemn air.
_Burns._

Not always he
Hath holiest heart, whose _worship_ is most loud,
And that is purest prayer, where one alone is bowed.
_G. H. Colton._

Sweet is the solemn voice that calls
The christian to the house of prayer!
I love to stand within its walls,
For Thou, O Lord, art present there!

I love to tread the hallowed courts,
Where two or three for _worship_ meet;
For thither Christ himself resorts,
And makes the little band complete.
_Lyte._

The earth is one great temple, made
For _worship_ everywhere;
And its flowers are the bells, in glen and glade,
That ring the heart to prayer.
A solemn preacher is the breeze;
At noon or twilight dim,
The ancient trees give homilies--
The river hath a hymn.
For the city bell takes seven days
To reach the townsman’s ear,
But he who kneels in nature’s ways,
Hath sabbath all the year.
_T. K. Hervey._

Give to the sceptic gain and gaud;
The Christian envies not his lot,
Who, while his fellow-men applaud,
Is by his outraged God forgot.
More blest is he, who, ’mid the cares
Of this world’s loud and busy mart,
The melody of _worship_ bears
For ever, in his inmost heart.
_Miss Pardoe._

The God who reigns on high
The great archangels sing;
And “Holy, holy, holy,” cry,
“Almighty King!
Who was and is the same,
And evermore shall be;
Jehovah, Father, Great I am,
We _worship_ Thee.”
_T. Olivers._

WORTHY.

Thou art _worthy_, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for Thou hast created all things, and for Thy pleasure they are and were created.--Revelation, iv. 11.

_Worthy_ is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honour, and glory, and blessing.--Revelation, v. 12.

Come, let us join our cheerful songs,
With angels round the throne,
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

“_Worthy_ the Lamb that died,” they cry,
“To be exalted thus!”
“_Worthy_ the Lamb,” our lips reply,
“For He was slain for us.”

Jesus is _worthy_ to receive
Honour and power divine,
And blessings more than we can give,
Be Lord for ever Thine!
_Watts._

_Worthy_, O Lord, art Thou,
That every knee should bow,
Every tongue to Thee confess;
Universal nature join,
Strong and mighty, Thee to bless,
Gracious, merciful, benign.

Wisdom is due to Thee,
And might and majesty;
Thee in mercy rich we prove,
Glory, honour, praise receive;
_Worthy_ thou of all our love,
More than all we pant to give.
_C. Wesley._

Sing we the song of those who stand,
Around the eternal throne,
Of every kindred, clime, and land,
A multitude unknown.

“_Worthy_ the Lamb for sinners slain,”
Cry the redeem’d above,
“Blessing and honour to obtain,
And everlasting love.”
_J. Montgomery._

WOUND.

Praise ye the Lord: for it is good to sing praises unto our God.

He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their _wounds_.--Psalm cxlvii. 1, 3.

The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity: but a _wounded_ spirit who can bear?--Proverbs, xviii. 14.

He was _wounded_ for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.--Isaiah, liii. 5.

No _wounds_ like those a _wounded_ spirit feels,
No cure for such, till God, who makes them, heals.
And thou, sad sufferer under nameless ill,
That yields not to the touch of human skill,
Improve the kind occasion, understand
A Father’s frown, and kiss His chastening hand.
_Cowper._

Come! said Jesus’ sacred voice,
Come, and make my ways your choice:
I will guide you to your home;
Weary pilgrim, hither come.

Ye, by fiercest anguish torn,
In strong remorse for guilt, who mourn;
Here repose your heavy care:
A _wounded_ spirit who can bear?
_Mrs. Barbauld._

Saviour! all the stone remove
From my flinty, frozen heart;
Thaw it with the beams of love,
Pierce it with Thy mercy’s dart:
_Wound_ the heart that _wounded_ Thee;
Break it in Gethsemane!
_Hart._

Angels rejoice in Jesu’s grace,
And vie with man’s more favoured race,
The blood that did for us atone,
Conferred on them some gift unknown;
Their joy through Jesu’s pains abounds,
They triumph by his glorious _wounds_.
_C. Wesley._

WRATH.

O Lord rebuke me not in thy _wrath_: neither chasten me in Thy hot displeasure.--Psalm xxxviii. 1.

He that is slow to _wrath_ is of great understanding: but he that is hasty of spirit exalteth folly.--Proverbs, xiv. 29.

O Lord, in _wrath_ remember mercy.--Habakkuk, iii. 2.

For the great day of his _wrath_ is come; and who shall be able to stand.--Revelation, vi. 17.

O throw away Thy rod,
O throw away Thy _wrath_!
My gracious Saviour and my God,
O take the gentle path!

Thou seest my heart’s desire
Still unto Thee is bent;
Still does my longing soul aspire
To an entire consent.

Not even a word or look
Do I approve or own,
But by the model of Thy book,
Thy sacred book alone.

Although I fail, I weep;
Although I halt in pace,
Yet still with trembling steps I creep
Unto the throne of grace.

O then, let _wrath_ remove!
For love will do the deed:
Love will the conquest gain; with love
E’en stony hearts will bleed.

O throw away Thy rod!
What though man frailties hath!
Thou my Saviour and my God,
O throw away Thy _wrath_!
_Herbert._

Awake!
Thou who shalt wake when the creation sleeps;
When, like a taper, all these suns expire;
When Time, like him of Gaza in his _wrath_,
Plucking the pillars that support the world,
In Nature’s ample ruins lies intombed;
And midnight, universal midnight reigns!
_Young._

Dreadful attempt!
Just reeking from self-slaughter, in a rage
To push into the presence of our Judge!
As if we challenged Him to do His worst,
And mattered not His _wrath_.
_Blair._

O day of _wrath_! that dreadful day,
When earth in dust shall pass away!
What dread shall strike the sinner dumb,
When the Almighty Judge shall come,
Every bidden sin to sum!
When the wondrous trumpet’s tone,
Ringing through each cavern lone,
Calls the dead before the Throne--
When cruel death himself shall die,
And, freed from dark mortality,
The creature to his Judge reply:
What shall then that creature say?
What power shall be the sinner’s stay,
When the just are in dismay?
Lord of all power and majesty,
Pure fountain of all piety,
Save us when we cry to Thee!
O thou whose vengeance waits on sin,
Cleanse our souls from guilt within,
Ere the day of _wrath_ begin!
With suppliant heart and bended knee,
Low stooping in the dust to Thee,
Lord! save us in extremity!
That day of _wrath_, that dreadful day,
When man to judgment wakes from clay--
Be thou the trembling sinner’s stay,
When heaven and earth shall pass away.
_From the Latin, R. P._

The day of _wrath_, that dreadful day,
Shall all the world in ashes lay,
The last loud trumpet’s mighty sound
Shall wake the nations under ground.
Thou Great Creator of mankind,
Let guilty souls now favour find;
My God, my Saviour, and my Friend,
Do not forsake me in the end.
_Roscommon._

YEAR.

When a few _years_ are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.--Job, xvi. 22.

Thou crownest the _year_ with thy goodness, thy paths drop fatness.--Psalm lxv. 11.

For a thousand _years_ in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.

For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our _years_ as a tale that is told.

The days of our _years_ are threescore _years_ and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore _years_, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.--Psalm xc. 4, 9, 10.

If a man live many _years_ and rejoice in them all; yet let him remember the days of darkness for they shall be many.--Ecclesiastes, xi. 8.

Another _year_ of time has passed away,
And long eternity is drawing near:
Another _year_--perhaps another day,
And man and all his works, may disappear,
Time’s but a courser, and his fleet career
May end before he reach another round;
Or, should he chance to run another _year_,
He lays a thousand dead at every bound!
Why longer trust to future _years_ in store?
Why hang our hopes upon a spider’s thread?
Begin the work of life, and, sleep no more,
A flower late planted ne’er may raise its head;
Or choked by weeds neglected in the soil,
May never, never bloom, nor shed a cheerful smile.
_Peter Still._

Eternal source of every joy,
Well may Thy praise our lips employ,
While in Thy temple we appear
To hail Thee sovereign of the _year_.

Wide as the wheels of nature roll
Thy hand supports and guides the whole!
The sun is taught by Thee to rise,
And darkness when to veil the skies.

The flowery spring at Thy command,
Perfumes the air and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigour shine
To raise the corn and cheer the vine.

Thy hand, in Autumn, richly pours
Through all our coasts redundant stores;
And winters softened by thy care,
No more the face of horror wear.

Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise;
And be the grateful homage paid,
With morning light and evening shade.

Here in thy house let incense rise,
And circling sabbaths bless our eyes,
Till to those lofty heights we soar,
Where days and _years_ revolve no more.
_Doddridge._

The middle watch is past! Another _year_
Dawns on the human race with hope and fear.
The last has gone, with mingl’d sigh and song,
To join for ever its ancestral throng;
And Time reveals,
As past it steals,
The potent hand of God, the Everlasting,
Guiding the Sun, with all his blazing peers,
And filling up the measure of our _years_,
Until Messiah, Prince, to judgment hasting,
Shall roll the darkness from this world of sin,
And bid a bright eternity begin.

The _years_ fly faster than they did whilom--
With greater speed they go, with greater come,
Has time renewed its youth? or fearing age,
Perspiring, pants it to fulfil its stage?
Perhaps men’s fears,
And falling tears,
Oiling its wheels has caused this rapid rolling;
Or, urged along by old Creation’s groans,
And sympathizing with its piteous moans,
It flies to set their massive death-bell tolling;
When blooming Paradise shall clothe the earth,
And angels shout to heaven its second birth.

All _years_ are like, yet no one like another;
Sons of one sire, yet no one like his brother;
All use one language, yet the tales they tell
Speak now of earth, anon of heaven and hell.
They all are sent,
With kind intent,
The messengers of God, the loving Father,
To tell his weeping children, that his eye
Watches their sorrows from his world on high,
Where, near himself, he means them all to gather;
Yet when they reach this cloud-environ’d globe,
These messengers assume a sable robe.

On then, ye _years_! accelerate your flight;
Ye’ll sooner cross the realm of murky night,
On, on, unresting! till your pinions, riven,
Drop down exhausted in the vault of heaven!
And thou, O Time,
The sage sublime,
Nobly obedient to the King Eternal,
Shalt lay thy silver’d head to peaceful rest,
Close by the mansions of the ransom’d blest,
Who on thy breast were borne to joys supernal.
Then shall the memory of thy faithful flight
Be set to music in the realms of light!
_W. Leask._

Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes,
And raise your voices high:
Awake, and praise that sov’reign love,
That shows salvation nigh!

On all the wings of time it flies;
Each moment brings it near;
Then welcome each declining day!
Welcome each closing _year_.
_Doddridge._

Old time has turn’d another page
Of eternity and truth;
He reads with a warning voice to age,
And whispers a lesson to youth.
A _year_ has fled o’er heart and head
Since last the yule-log burnt;
And we have a task to closely ask,
What the bosom and brain have learnt?
Oh! let us hope that our souls have run
With wisdom’s precious grains;
Oh! may we find that our hands have done
Some work of glorious pains.
Then a welcome and cheer to the merry new _year_,
While the holly gleams above us;
With a pardon for the foes who hate,
And a prayer for those who love us.

We may have seen some loved ones pass
To the land of hallow’d rest;
We may miss the glow of an honest brow
And the warmth of a friendly breast:
But if we nursed them while on earth,
With hearts all true and kind,
Will their spirits blame the sinless mirth
Of those true hearts left behind?
No no! it were not well or wise
To mourn with endless pain;
There’s a better world beyond the skies,
Where the good shall meet again.
Then a welcome and cheer to the merry new _year_,
While the holly gleams above us;
With a pardon for the foes who hate,
And a prayer for those who love us.

Have our days rolled on serenely free
From sorrow’s dim alloy?
Do we still possess the gifts that bless
And fill our souls with joy?
Are the creatures dear still clinging near?
Do we hear loved voices come?
Do we gaze on eyes whose glances shed
A halo round our home?
Oh, if we do, let thanks be pour’d
To Him who hath spared and given,
And forget not o’er the festive board
The mercies held from heaven.
Then a welcome and cheer to the merry new _year_,
While the holly gleams above us;
With a pardon for the foes who hate,
And a prayer for those who love us.
_Eliza Cook._

YOUTH.

Wherewithal shall a _young_ man cleanse his way? by taking heed thereto according to Thy word.--Psalm cxix. 9.

I love them that love me; and those that seek me early shall find me.--Proverbs, viii. 17.

Rejoice O _young_ man in thy _youth_; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy _youth_, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine eyes: but know thou, that for all these things God will bring thee into judgment.--Ecclesiastes, xi. 9.

Thrice happy he whose downy age had been
Reclaimed by scourges from the prime of sin;
And, early seasoned with the taste of truth,
Remembers his Creator in his _youth_.
_Francis Quarles._

Something of _youth_ I in old age approve,
But more the marks of age in _youth_ I love.
Who this observes, may in his body find
Decrepit age, but never in his mind.
_Denham._

_Youth_ lost in dissipation,--we deplore
Through life’s sad remnant, what no sighs restore;
Our years, a fruitless loss without a prize,
Too many--yet too few to make us wise.
_Cowper._

Grace is a plant, where’er it grows,
Of pure and heavenly root;
But fairest in the _youngest_ shows,
And yields the sweetest fruit.
_Cowper._

_Youth_’s a soft scene, but trust her not;
Her airy minutes swift as thought,
Slide off the slippery sphere;
Moons with their months make hasty rounds,
The sun has passed his vernal bounds,
And wheels about his year.
_Watts._

For pleasures, vanities, and hates,
The compact we renew,
And Judas rises in our hearts--
We sell our Saviour too.
How, for some moments’ vain delights,
We will embitter years,
And in our _youth_ lay up for age
Only remorse and tears.
_Miss Landon._

Days of my _youth_! ye have glided away;
Hairs of my _youth_! ye are frosted and gray;
Eyes of my _youth_! your keen sight is no more;
Cheeks of my _youth_! ye are furrow’d all o’er;
Strength of my _youth_! all your vigour is gone;
Thoughts of my _youth_! your gay visions are flown.

Days of my _youth_! I wish not your recall;
Hairs of my _youth_! I’m content you should fall;
Eyes of my _youth_! ye much evil have seen;
Cheeks of my _youth_! bathed in tears have you been;
Thoughts of my _youth_! ye have led me astray!
Strength of my _youth_! why lament your decay?

Days of my age! ye will shortly be past;
Pains of my age! but awhile can ye last;
Joys of my age! in true wisdom delight;
Eyes of my age! be religion your light;
Thoughts of my age! dread not the cold sod;
Hopes of my age! be ye fixed on your God!
_C. Tucker._

Come, while the blossoms of thy years are brightest,
Thou _youthful_ wanderer in a flowery maze;
Come, while the restless heart is bounding lightest,
And joy’s pure sunbeams tremble in thy ways;
Come while sweet buds, like summer flowers unfolding,
Waken rich feelings in the careless breast;
While yet thy hand the ephemeral wreath is holding,
Come--and secure interminable rest!

Come, while the morning of thy life is glowing,
Ere the dim phantoms thou art chasing die;
Ere the gay spell which earth is round thee throwing,
Fades like the crimson from a sunset sky;
Life hath but shadows, save a promise given,
Which lights the future with a fadeless ray;
O, touch the sceptre, win a hope in Heaven;
Come, turn thy spirit from the world away!
_Willis G. Clark._

Live that thy _young_ and glowing breast
Can think of death without a sigh,
And be assured that life is best
Which finds us least afraid to die.
_Eliza Cook._

ZEAL.

For I bear them record that they have a _zeal_ of God, but not according to knowledge.--Romans, x. 2.

It is good to be _zealously_ affected always in a good thing.--Galatians, iv. 18.

As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten: be _zealous_, therefore, and repent.--Revelation, iii. 19.

Farewell to earth; my life of sense is o’er;
My heart is changed, I feel my bonds untied;
And casting every thought impure aside,
My guilty course abandon and deplore.
Fallacious leaders I obey no more;
I follow thee, refuse all other guide;
And ne’er did shipwrecked bark with broken side
Loose from the shelves more anxious for a shore.
And since I spent with risk of mortal harm,
My life and dearest hours, nor gathered thence
Profit or fruit, I crowd my sail to thee.
Lord, I am turned! now let thy gracious arm
Sustain me: and my future service be
With _zeal_ proportioned to my past offence.
_From the Italian of Gabriel Fiamma._

_Zeal_ is that pure and heavenly flame
The fire of love supplies;
While that which often bears the name,
Is self in a disguise.

True _zeal_ is merciful and mild,
Can pity and forbear;
The false is headstrong, fierce, and wild;
And breathes revenge and war.

While _zeal_ for truth the Christian warms,
He knows the worth of peace;
But self contends for names and forms,
Its party to increase.

_Zeal_ has attained its highest aim,
Its end is satisfied,
If sinners love the Saviour’s name,
Nor seeks it ought beside.
_Newton._

If, gracious God, in life’s green, ardent year,
A thousand times thy patient love I tried;
With reckless heart, with conscience hard and sere,
Thy gifts perverted, and thy power defied:
O grant me, now that wintry snows appear
Around my brow, and youth’s bright promise hide.
Grant me with reverential awe to hear
Thy holy voice, and in thy word confide!
Blot from my book of life its early stain!
Since days misspent will never more return,
My future path do thou in mercy trace;
So cause my soul with pious _zeal_ to burn,
That all the trust which in thy name I place,
Frail as I am, may not prove wholly vain.
_From the Italian of Pietro Bembo._

With _zeal_ we watch,
And weigh the doctrine, while the spirit ’scapes;
And in the carving of our cummin-seeds,
Our metaphysical hair-splitting, fail
To note the orbit of that star of love
Which never sets.
_Mrs. Sigourney._

It is well to be _zealous_ for the truth,
God loveth not those who are lukewarm;
Fear not the reproach of the world;
Hide not thy light under a bushel;
Tell thy neighbour, or those in high places,
Of the sin which thou see’st them committing,
Yet not roughly, nor rudely, though firmly,
But temper thy _zeal_ with discretion.

It is well to be _zealous_, for so were
Of old those who bore God’s commission;
Their hearts burned like coals from the altar,
And they pressed towards the mark of their calling.
So do thou, in thy sphere and station,
Spread the truth as it dwelleth in Jesus;
In season and out be thou instant;
Let thy _zeal_ be according to knowledge.
_Egone._

ZION.

Out of _Zion_, the perfection of beauty, God hath shined.--Psalm l. 2.

For the Lord hath chosen _Zion_; He hath desired it for His habitation.--Psalm cxxxii. 13.

Behold I lay in _Zion_ a stumbling-stone and rock of offence; and whosoever believeth on Him shall not be ashamed.--Romans, ix. 33.

Glorious things of thee are spoken,
_Zion_, city of our God!
He, whose word cannot be broken,
Formed thee for His own abode.

On the rock of ages founded,
What can shake Thy sure repose?
With salvation’s walls surrounded,
Thou may’st smile at all Thy foes.

Saviour, if of _Zion’s_ city
I through grace a member am,
Let the world deride or pity,
I will glory in the name.

Fading is the worldling’s pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and show;
Solid joys, and lasting treasure,
None but _Zion’s_ children know.
_Newton._

Keep thou _Zion_-ward thy face,
Ask in faith the aid of grace,
Use the strength which grace shall give,
Die to self, in Christ to live.
_Bernard Barton._

Go, walk about _Zion_ and measure the length,
Her walls and her bulwarks mark well;
Contemplate her palaces, glorious in strength,
Her towers and their pinnacles tell.

Then say to your children:--“Our stronghold is tried,
This God is our God to the end;
His people for ever his counsels shall guide,
His arm shall for ever defend.”
_James Montgomery._

By Babylon’s proud stream we sate,
And tears gushed quick from every eye,
When our own _Zion’s_ fallen state
Came rushing to our memory;
And there, the willow-groves among,
Sorrowing, our silent harps we hung.

For there our tyrants in their pride,
Bade Judah raise the exulting strain,
And our remorseless spoilers cried,
“Come breathe your native hymns again.”
Oh, how in stranger climes can we
Pour forth Jehovah’s melody?

When thou, loved _Zion_, art forgot,
Let this unworthy hand decay;
When Salem is remembered not,
Mute be these guilty lips for aye!
Yea, if in transport’s livelier thrill,
Thou, _Zion_, art not dearer still!
_Thomas Dale._

He who slumbereth not, nor sleepeth,
His ancient watch around us keepeth;
Still sent from His creating hand,
New witnesses for truth shall stand--
New instruments to sound abroad
The Gospel of a risen Lord;
To gather to the fold once more
The desolate and gone astray,
The scattered of a cloudy day,
And _Zion’s_ broken walls restore.
_J. G. Whittier._

The Lord shall comfort _Zion_,
Her places waste restore,
And, of her silent wilderness,
Make Eden bloom once more;
His garden she shall then become,
And worthy of His choice,
Gladness and thanks in all her smiles,
And music in her voice.
_W. G. Simms._

INDEX OF AUTHORS’ NAMES.

ADAMS, JOHN JAY, (American.) Page 459.

ADAMS, SARAH FLOWER, (American.) 308 669.

ADDISON, JOSEPH. Born 1672, Died 1719. 90 175 204 271 304 536 561
572 598.

AKENSIDE, MARK. Born 1721, Died 1770. 141 375 383 561.

ALCIPHRON, (Greek.) 2nd. century A. C. 284.

ALDRICH, REV. HENRY, D. D. Born 1647, Died 1710. 389.

ALEXANDER, A. 316 374 485.

ALEXANDER, J. 574.

ALFORD, HENRY. 532.

ALLEN, WILLIAM. 626.

ALLMANN, GEORGE J. O. 186.

AMELIA, PRINCESS. Born 1783, Died 1810. 689.

ANAXANDRIDES, (Greek.) 4th. century, B. C. 21.

ANDERSON, WILLIAM. 296 630.

ANGELO, MICHAEL--Michael Angelo Buonarotti, (Italian.) Born 1474,
Died 1563. 157 368 483.

ANONYMOUS. 9 17 18 30 31 54 60 119 130 135 138 141 143 146 153 164
219 222 242 243 248 253 272 277 279 292 304 309 319 323 334 342
362 380 444 461 466 512 534 559 577 611.

ARBUTHNOT, DR. JOHN. Died 1735. 90.

ARMSTRONG, DR. JOHN. Born 1709, Died 1779. 221 645.

BACON, WILLIAM THOMSON. 288 566 630.

BAILLIE, JOANNA. Born 1762, Died 1851. 112 122 124 196 392 485 575.

BALLY, GEORGE, (American.) 27 45 239 340 428 446 470 477 493 659.

BARBAULD, ANN LETITIA. Born 1763, Died 1825. 38 136 165 397 413 446
493 522 694.

BARNARD, MORDAUNT. 347.

BARRETT, ELIZABETH, (Mrs. Browning.) 35 40 179 185 204 270 473 539
590.

BARRINGTON. 89.

BARTON, BERNARD. Born 1786, Died 1849. 211 241 282 288 361 368 433
438 443 454 457 496 508 526 545 549 566 591 663 671 705.

BATES, DAVID. 412 500 564.

BAXTER. 112.

BAYLY. 413.

BEATTIE, DR. JAMES. Born 1735, Died 1803. 106 188 267 575 601 677.

BEATTIE, DR. W. 285 394.

BEAUMONT, SIR JOHN. Born 1582, Died 1628. 181 445.

BEAUMONT, FRANCIS, Born 1585, Died 1616, and FLETCHER, JOHN. Born
1576, Died 1625. 161 182 537.

BECKFORD, WILLIAM. Born about 1761, Died 1844. 586.

BEDDOME. 47 50 617.

BELLAMY, JACOB. 376.

BEMBO, PIETRO, (Italian.) Born 1476, Died 1554. 704.

BETHUNE, ALEXANDER. 106 411 417 495.

BLACKLOCK, THOMAS. Born 1721, Died 1791. 453.

BLACKMORE, SIR RICHARD. Born about 1650, Died 1729. 169 224 542.

BLAIR, ROBERT. Born 1699, Died 1746. 44 171 216 258 264 317 435
542 688 696.

BLAND. 284.

BLOOMFIELD, ROBERT. Born 1776, Died 1823. 529.

BOGART, ELIZABETH. 411 460.

BOLLAND, WILLIAM, (American.) 34 36 250 391 478.

BOWDLER. 522.

BOWLES, CAROLINE, (Mrs. Southey.) 149 350 508 647.

BOWLES, WILLIAM LISLE. Born 1762, Died 1850. 63 78 228 306 478.

BOWRING, DR. JOHN. Born 1792. 58 94 129 301 437 625 683.

BOYSE. 43 478 482 674.

BRADSTREET, MRS. ANNE. 608.

BRADY AND TATE. 175 187 586.

BRAINARD, JOHN GARDNER CALKINS, (American.) Born 1796, Died 1828.
659.

BRANDON. 446.

BRETANO CLEMENT, (Italian.) 253.

BRETON, NICHOLAS. Born 1555, Died 1624. 261 359 421 490 533.

BROCK, W. J. 77 82 93 213 242 301 334 381 429 591 637.

BROOKE, ARTHUR, (John Chalk Claris.) 266.

BROOKE, LORD, (Sir Falke Greville.) Born 1554, Died 1628. 383.

BROOKS, MARIA A., (American.) 27.

BROWN, DR. R. 20 537.

BROWNE, MARY ANN. 131 266 277 669.

BROWNLEE, W. H. 127 506.

BRYANT, WILLIAM CULLEN, (American.) Born 1794. 104 154 174 201 258
271 340 369 401 429 503 594.

BRYDGES, SIR EGERTON. 388 416.

BUNYAN, JOHN. Born 1628, Died 1688. 114 310 621.

BURBIDGE, JOHN. Born 1826. 32 63 83 213 330 444 559 686.

BURBIDGE, THOMAS. 424 628.

BURLEIGH, W. H. 45 49 362.

BURNS, ROBERT. Born 1751, Died 1796. 40 62 146 233 283 295 312 406
493 667 691.

BUTLER, SAMUEL. Born 1612, Died 1680. 627.

BYRON, (Lord) GEORGE GORDON. Born 1788, Died 1824. 185 273 388 645.

CALDERON, PEDRO, DE LA BARCA, (Spanish.) Born 1600, Died 1687. 364.

CAMOENS, LUIZ DE, (Portuguese.) Born 1524, Died 1579. 643.

CAMPBELL, CALDER. 191 256.

CAMPBELL, THOMAS. Born 1777, Died 1844. 153 306.

CAMPION. 446.

CAREW, LADY ELIZABETH. 17th. century. 501.

CARRERA. 195.

CARRINGTON, N. T. 428.

CARRION, R. DE, (Spanish.) 169.

CARTER, MRS. ELIZABETH. Born 1717, Died 1806. 262 384.

CASE, REV. E. 131 496.

CAUNTER, DR. JOHN HOBART. 335.

CAWOOD. 30 73 120.

CENNICK. 6.

CHAPMAN, GEORGE. Born 1557, Died 1634. 336 470 530 541 574 683.

CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH, (Mrs. Pelham, and Mrs. Tinna.) Born 1790. 223
235.

CHATELAIN, ANNA, H. V. LE, (French.) 291.

CHATTERTON, THOMAS. Born 1752, Died 1770. 361 518.

CHAUCER, GEOFFRY. Born 1328, Died 1400. 430.

CHEEVER, G. B., (America.) 19.

CHENEDOLLE. 525.

CHESTER, C. L., AND J. L., (American.) 122 466 558 666.

CHURCHILLA, CHARLES. Born 1741, Died 1764. 145 156.

CHURCHYARD, THOMAS. 272.

CLARE, JOHN. Born 1793. 449.

CLARK, WILLIS GAYFORD, (American.) Born 1810, Died 1841. 24 496 588
702.

CLAUDIAN--CLAUDIANUS, (Latin.) About 390 B. C. 428.

CLINCH, J. H. 316 332.

COBBIN. 323.

COCKBURN. 597.

COLERIDGE, SAMUEL TAYLOR. Born 1772, Died 1834. 40 50 119 160 173
189 212 222 239 247 273 347 367 405 429 464 562 607 624 654.

COLLING, MARY MARIA. Born 1805. 398.

COLONNA, VITTORIA, (Italian.) Born about 1490, Died 1547. 69 640.

COLTON, GEORGE H., (American.) 173 691.

COLTON, C. C. 17 55 188 208 217 256 292 414 458 644 651.

CONDER, JOSIAH. 59 88 323.

CONGREVE, WILLIAM. Born 1672, Died 1729. 48 547 600.

COOK, ELIZA. 20 126 262 279 428 459 463 508 659 675 699 702.

COOKE, MRS. F. H. 427.

COTTA, GIOVANNI, (Italian.) 39.

COTTON, CHARLES. Born 1630, Died 1687. 504 611.

COWLEY, ABRAHAM. Born 1618, Died 1667. 476 610 646.

COWPER, WILLIAM. Born 1731, Died 1800. 8 10 15 23 35 39 61 81 108
113 119 140 159 161 163 230 238 241 258 259 261 262 275 276 306
313 331 343 354 356 364 378 407 410 415 445 448 457 460 462 464
465 468 484 485 504 505 518 528 533 548 606 612 613 615 618 628
634 636 644 649 667 673 681 684 688 694 701.

COXE, ARTHUR C. 117.

CRABBE, GEORGE. Born 1754, Died 1832. 85 171 383 443 587.

CRAWSHAW, RICHARD. Died about 1650. 158 586.

CROLY, GEORGE. 324 451 479 569 624.

CROSSWELL, WILLIAM. 335.

CUMBERLAND, RICHARD. Born 1732, Died 1811. 198.

CUNNINGHAM, ALLAN. Born 1784, Died 1842. 100 103 228 532.

CURRY, OTWAY M. 203.

DA COSTA. 511.

DALE, THOMAS. 308 391 461 543 706.

DANA, MATILDA F. (American.) 50.

DANA, RICHARD HENRY, (American.) Born 1787. 312.

DANIEL, SAMUEL. Born 1562, Died 1619. 232 267 540.

DARWIN, DR. ERASMUS. Born 1721, Died 1802. 655.

DAVENANT, SIR WILLIAM. Born 1605, Died 1668. 139 150 168 559 672.

DAVENPORT, R. 342.

DE COURCEY. 281 516 619.

DEKKER, THOMAS. Died about 1638. 619.

DAVIS, ELNATHAN. 95.

DAVIES, SIR JOHN. Born 1570, Died 1626. 286 373 530 559 633.

DAWES, RUFUS, (American.) Born 1803. 404 655.

DENHAM, SIR JOHN. Born 1615, Died 1668. 183 249 321 533 701.

DI CEO, VIOLANTE, (Italian.) 436.

DENNIES, ANNA PEYRE, (American.) 308.

DOANE, BISHOP, (George Washington, American.) Born 1799. 156 535.

DODDRIDGE, DR. Born 1702, Died 1751. 46 84 134 236 263 324 329 365
431 495 504 554 613 623 697 699.

DODSLEY, ROBERT. Born 1703, Died 1764. 593.

DONNE, DR. JOHN. Born 1573, Died 1631. 33 119 491.

DORSET, EARL OF, (Charles Sackville.) Born 1637, Died 1706. 140.

DRAYTON, MICHAEL. Born 1563, Died 1631. 449.

DREXELIUS. 491.

DRUMMOND, WILLIAM. Born 1585, Died 1649. 68 200 327 453 541 687
688.

DRYDEN JOHN. Born 1630, Died 1700. 41 61 72 87 90 114 121 180 202
232 289 298 317 318 402 460 472 476 491 500 541 542 565 593 651
661.

DUICK, JOHN. 523.

DUNCAN. 619.

DYER, JOHN. Born 1700, Died 1758. 146.

EAMES, E. J. 511.

EASTBURN, JAMES WALLIS, (American.) 564.

EDMESTON, JAMES. 98 234 369 457 510.

EGONE. 71 77 79 82 97 99 101 104 129 147 161 176 178 197 202 208
218 220 223 230 268 283 294 298 309 316 321 332 344 353 372 386
404 422 438 471 483 502 503 506 507 553 595 597 602 622 626 632
634 635 639 648 665 666 704.

ELLIOTT, EBENEZER. Born 1781, Died 1849. 89 591 622 668 680.

ELLIS, G. 609.

ELIZABETH, QUEEN. Born 1533, Died 1602. 144.

ELLWOOD, THOMAS. Born 1639, Died 1713. 251 287 661.

EMBURY, MRS. EMMA C., (American.) Born about 1807. 685.

ERLACH, COUNT FREDERICK VON, (German.) 652.

EVANS, J. 43 224.

EVEREST, CHARLES W. (American.) 335.

EVERETT, EDWARD, (American.) Born 1794. 488.

FABER, FREDERICK WILLIAM. 116 338 426.

FARQUHARSON, STUART. 120 301.

FAWCETT. 8 321 486.

FELTON, JOHN BROOKS. 603.

FIAMMA, GABRIEL, (Italian.) Born 1533, Died 1585. 148 354 589 703.

FIELDS, JAMES T., (American.) 228.

FLATMAN, THOMAS. Born about 1635, Died about 1688. 419.

FLECKNOE. 539.

FLETCHER, GILES. 16th. century. 80 92 118 140 151 315 317 382 514
516 578 613 615 661.

FLETCHER, PHINEAS. Born 1584, Died 1650. 144 447 535.

FLETCHER, T. 52.

FLINDERS, ANN. 424.

FORD, JOHN. Born 1586, Died 1639. 396 456 627.

FRANCIS. 645.

FREILIGRATH, FERDINAND, (German.) Born 1810. 67 566.

FRENCH, FROM THE. 70 239 291 507 545 570 580 589.

FROWDE. 501.

FRY, CAROLINE. 212.

GALLAGHER, W. D. 207 416.

GARTH, SIR SAMUEL. Died 1718. 173.

GASCOIGNE, GEORGE. Born about 1540, Died about 1578. 152 497.

GAY, JOHN. Born 1688, Died 1732. 171 199 255 277.

GERMAN, FROM THE. 56 67 118 227 288 290 317 451 483 566 616 652
674 677.

GIBBONS. 233.

GIBSON, WILLIAM. 142 324 636.

GILMAN, CAROLINE. 24.

GISBORNE. 210 436.

GLASSFORD, JAMES. 523.

GLYN. 39 110 268 274 294.

GOETHE, JOHANN WOLFGANG, (German.) Born 1749, Died 1832. 56.

GOLDSMITH, OLIVER. Born 1730, Died 1774. 133 432 579.

GOMERSALL, ROBERT. Born 1600. 180.

GOODE. 387.

GOSTICK, JOSEPH. 31 290 342 357 370 437 474 517 566 573 599 602.

GOULD, HANNAH F., (American.) Born about 1792. 38 377 411 414 585
638 679.

GRAHAME, JAMES. Born 1765, Died 1811. 98 400 431 455 499 654 685.

GRANT, SIR ROBERT. 14 131 254 407 596 624 667 681.

GRAY, THOMAS. Born 1716, Died 1771. 17 251.

GRAY, MISS. 399.

GREEK, FROM THE. 21 208 284 452.

GRENFIELD, THOMAS. 512.

GREVILLE, SIR FALKE, (Lord Brooke.) Born 1554, Died 1628. 440.

GURNEY, ARCHER. 57.

HABBINGTON, WILLIAM. Born 1605, Died 1654. 560.

HALE, SARAH JOSEPHA, (American.) 191 403.

HALLAM, ARTHUR HENRY. Born 1824, Died 1850. 628.

HAMILTON, W. 347.

HAMLEY, REV. E. 285.

HAMMOND. 531.

HANCOX. 89.

HANKINSON. 300.

HART. 212 694.

HAVARD. 221 302.

HAYES, SAMUEL, (American.) 7 42 60 64 149 239 273 292 304 314 331
351 376 385 400 408 479 482 485 544 571 577 582 636.

HAYLEY, WILLIAM. Born 1745, Died 1820. 71.

HEBER, BISHOP REGINALD. Born 1783, Died 1826. 16 88 160 172 192 218
232 278 306 337 364 378 387 399 422 528 538 607 653.

HEMANS, FELICIA DOROTHEA. Born 1793, Died 1835. 66 70 172 245 253
297 299 315 367 410 449 462 499 509 525 568 573 590 625 690.

HERAUD, JOHN A. 72 100 128 138 191 196 210 251 293 314 320 326 349
365 379 421 465 468 557 595 630 631.

HERBERT, GEORGE. Born 1592, Died 1633. 49 65 98 123 209 255 262 452
497 498 542 560 579 627 695.

HERBERT, HON. AND REV. WILLIAM. 27.

HERDER, JOHANN GOTTFRIED, (German.) Born 1744, Died 1803. 451 677.

HERRICK, ROBERT. Born 1591. 82 132 188 310 647.

HERVEY, T. K. Born about 1804. 102 692.

HEGINBOTHAM. 187.

HETHERINGTON, REV. W. M. 268.

HEY, JOHN. 271 482 567 642.

HICKS. 690.

HILL, AARON. 199 216.

HILLHOUSE, JAMES A., (American.) Born 1789, Died 1841. 400.

HIRST, H. B. 320 419.

HOADLEY, BISHOP BENJAMIN. Born 1676. 109.

HODSON, WILLIAM. Born 1745, Died 1851. 164 331 544 594.

HOFFMAN, CHARLES FENNO, (American.) Born 1806. 362.

HOGG, JAMES. Born 1772. Died 1835. 75.

HOLMES, OLIVER WENDELL, (American.) Born 1809. 534.

HOMER, (Greek.) About 500 B. C. 208.

HOOD, THOMAS. Born 1789. Died 1845. 115 408.

HOOPER, LUCY, (American.) 570.

HORACE--QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS. (Latin.) Born 65 B. C., Died
2 A. D. 169 268.

HORNE, BISHOP GEORGE. Born 1730, Died 1792. 171 352.

HORNE, RICHARD H. 450.

HOUSMAN, R. F. 296.

HOWELL, JAMES. Born about 1596, Died 1666. 169.

HOWES. 611.

HOWITT, MARY. 76 117 213 229 506 614.

HOWITT, RICHARD. 126.

HOYLE, CHARLES. 400 413 556.

HUGHES, THOMAS. 38 226 567.

HUMPHREYS. 475.

HUNNIS, WILLIAM. 650.

HUNT, LEIGH. Born 1784. 110 247 450.

HUNTINGDON, C. 115.

HURD, BISHOP RICHARD. Born 1720, Died 1808. 147.

HURDIS. 87.

HUTTON. 467.

INGELGREN, (Swedish.) 206.

ITALIAN, FROM THE. 14 39 157 188 200 354 355 356 368 436 455 483
576 589 640 703 704.

JAMES, I., KING. Born 1566. Died 1625. 587.

JAMES, G. P. R. Born about 1800. 213.

JAMI, ABD ALRHAMEN EBN ACHMED, (Persian.) Born 1414, Died 1494.
252.

JENNER, CHARLES, (American.) 33 34 431 477 567 630.

JENYNS, SOAME. Born 1704, Died 1787. 216.

JEWSBURY, MISS. 365.

JOHNSON, C. H. 16 51 52 387.

JOHNSON, DR. SAMUEL. Born 1709, Died 1784. 252 255 276 289 340 396
456 610 662.

JONES, REV. E. C. AND JOSEPH. 639 649.