* ADDRESS TO LIGHT. Hail, holy light, offspring of heaven's first-born! Thus with the year Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Of things invisible to mortal sight.* NATURE'S NOBILITY. Room for a noble man to pass! Not in rich robes! nor trappings gay! But-clad in sober gray A nobleman in heart is he, His crest-a soul in virtue strong; His arms-a heart with candour bright; The patent of his courtly race,— He cringes not on those above, * Vide Milton on his blindness, page 196. MILTON. He envies not the deepest sage; For broad estate, and waving land, Room for a lord, ye truckling crew, A lord, at least in mind That bravest work in nature's plan, ASPINALL. It is this sense of duty which makes all men essentially equal, and which removes all the distinctions of the world. Through this the ignorant and the poor may become the greatest of the race; for the greatest is he who is most true to the principle of duty. It is not improbable that the noblest human beings are to be found in the least favoured conditions of society, among those whose names are never uttered beyond the narrow circle in which they toil and suffer, who have but "two mites" to give away, who have perhaps not even that, but who "desire to be fed with the crumbs which fall from the rich man's table;" for in this class may be found those who have withstood the severest temptation, who have practised the most arduous duties, who have confided in God under the heaviest trials, who have been most wronged and have forgiven most; and these are the great, the exalted. It matters nothing what the particular duties are to which the individual is called,how minute or obscure in their outward form. Greatness in God's sight lies not in the extent of the sphere which is filled, or of the effect which is produced, but altogether in the power of virtue in the soul, in the energy with which God's will is chosen, with which trial is borne, or with which goodness is loved and pursued. CHANNING. That some should be richer than others is natural, and is necessary, and could be prevented only by gross violations of right. Leave men to the free use of their powers, and some will accumulate more than their neighbours. But, to be prosperous is not to be superior, and should form no barrier between men. The only distinctions which should be recognized are those of the soul, of strong principle, of incorruptible integrity, of usefulness, of cultivated intellect, of fidelity in seeking for truth. A man, in proportion as he has these claims, should be honoured and welcomed everywhere. I see not why such a man, however coarsely if neatly dressed, should not be a respected guest in the most splendid mansions, and at the most brilliant meetings. A man is worth infinitely more than the saloons, and the costumes, and the show of the universe. He was made to tread all these beneath his feet. What an insult to humanity is the present deference to dress and upholstery, as if silkworms, and looms, and scissors, and needles, could produce something nobler than a man! Every good man should protest against a caste founded on outward prosperity, because it exalts the outward above the inward, the material above the spiritual; because it springs from and cherishes a contemptible pride in superficial and transitory distinctions; because it alienates man from his brother, breaks the tie of common humanity, and breeds jealousy, scorn, and mutual ill-will. Can this be needed to social order?-CHANNING. OPPORTUNITIES OF THE DAY. Why thus longing, why for ever sighing, Wouldst thou listen to its gentle teaching, If no dear eyes thy fond love can brighten, Not by deeds that win the world's applauses, Not by martyrdom or vaunted crosses, Canst thou earn and wear the immortal crown. Daily struggling, though unloved and lonely, Other hands may grasp the field and forest, But with fervent love if thou adorest Thou art wealthier-all the world is thine! Nature wears the colour of the spirit; Sweetly to her worshipper she sings; All the glow, the grace she doth inherit, Round her trusting child she fondly flings.-H. W. LOCKSLEY HALL. Locksley Hall far in the distance overlooks the sandy tracts, Many a night from yonder ivied casement ere I went to rest, Many a night I saw the Pleiads rising through the mellow shade, In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, Ah for some retreat Deep in yonder shining Orient, where my life began to beat; Mother Age (for mine I knew not) help me as when life begun : sun O, I see the crescent promise of my spirit hath not set, TENNYSON.-Abr. ON MUSIC. Of all the arts beneath the heaven, I consider music to be the most graceful accomplishment and delightful recreation that adorns this hard working world, and renovates our busy, overcharged existence. Its negative import is great; it provides an amusement for our people, and keeps many from the ale-house and midnight brawls. Its positive importance and value are inestimable; for the combining chords that regulate our own being are so interwoven-sense with principle-that the very character assumes a clothing from external circumstances. I am aware that from every altar, however pure and sacred, fire might be stolen and desecrated; but we should emulate the flame, which, while it enlivens all around, points to the skies. THE TRUE POET. Amid life's busy hum and clamour hoarse, Far higher thoughts his towering mind engage- Nature and God his animating theme, The fields his study, and the woods his books, He grieveth too that man on man should frown, Oh that fair Love again would claim his own, That each might live for all, that all might live as one! |