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22. Sydney Dobell died, 1874.

This is why Guido is found reprobate —
I see him furnished forth for his career,
On starting for the life-chance in our world,
With nearly all we count sufficient help;
Body and mind in balance, a sound frame,
A solid intellect; the wit to seek,
Wisdom to choose, and courage wherewithal
To deal with whatsoever circumstance
Should minister to man, make life succeed.

O, and much drawback! what were earth without?

THE RING AND THE BOOK.

23. Cuvier, 1769.

Art thou the tree that props the plant,
Or the climbing plant that seeks the tree
Canst thou help us, must we help thee?

THE FLIGHT OF THE DUCHESS.

24. William Wilberforce, 1759.

Thank you, and for the silence most of all.

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26. Prince Albert, 1819.

Guido, speaker.

means till you die ;

You never know what life

Even throughout life, 't is death that makes life

live,

Gives it whatever the significance

Unmanned, remade; I hold it probable

With something changeless at the heart of me
To know me by, some nucleus that 's myself.

THE RING AND THE BOOK.

27. James Kirke Paulding, 1779.

I would encircle me with love, and raise
A rampart of my fellows; it should seem
Impossible for me to fail, so watched

By gentle friends who made my cause their own;
They should ward off Fate's envy -the great gift,
Extravagant when claimed by me alone,

Being so a gift to them as well as me.

If danger daunted me or ease seduced,

How calmly their sad eyes should gaze reproach!

28. Goethe, 1749.

PARACELSUS.

Who knows most, doubts most: entertaining hope,

Means recognizing fear.

TWO POETS OF CROISIC.

AUGUST 29-SEPTEMBER 1

29. John Frederick Denison Maurice, 1805. Pompilia, speaker.

Yes, everybody that leaves life sees all Softened and bettered: so with other sights; To me at least was never evening yet

But seemed far beautifuller than its day,

For past is past.

THE RING AND THE BOOK.

30. Sir John Ross died, 1856.

Was it something said,

Something done,

Vexed him? Was it touch of hand

Turn of head?
Strange! that very way

Love begun :

I as little understand

Love's decay.

31. John Bunyan died, 1688.
Bounteous God,

Deviser and dispenser of all gifts

To soul through sense,

Man's best of thanks.

IN A YEAR.

in Art the soul uplifts

PARLEYINGS.

SEPTEMBER

1. Battle of Sedan, 1870.

You must mix some uncertainty

With faith, if you would have faith be.

EASTER-DAY.

2. John Howard, 1726.

God's gift was that man should conceive of truth
And yearn to gain it, catching at mistake,
As midway help till he reach fact indeed.
The statuary ere he mould a shape

Boasts of a like gift, the shape's idea, and next,
The aspiration to produce the same;

So taking clay, he calls his shape thereout,
Cries ever, "Now I have the thing I see;"
Yet all the while goes changing what was wrought,
From falsehood like the truth, to truth itself.
God only makes the live shape at a jet.

A DEATH IN THE DESERT.

3. Chateaubriand, 1768.

So, all that the old Dukes had been, without knowing it,

This Duke would fain know he was, without being THE FLIGHT OF THE DUCHESS.

it.

4. Phabe Cary, 1824.

So with me,

Who move and make, myself the black, the

white,

The good, the bad of life's environment.

FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.

5. Wieland, 1733.

To me, that story — ay, that Life and Death

Of which I wrote "it was

- to me, it is;

- Is, here and now; I apprehend nought else.

A DEATH IN THE DESERT.

6. Lafayette, 1757.

I profess

To know just one fact - my self-consciousness, 'Twixt ignorance and ignorance enisled,

Knowledge.

7. Queen Elizabeth, 1533.

We do not see it where it is,
At the beginning of the race;

As we proceed, it shifts its place,

PARLEYINGS.

And where we looked for crowns to fall,

We find the tug's to come,

Oh I should fade

8. Ariosto, 1474.

that's all.

EASTER-DAY.

'tis willed so! Might I save

Gladly I would, whatever beauty gave

Joy to thy sense, for that was precious too.

It is not to be granted. But the soul

Whence the love comes, all ravage leaves that whole;

Vainly the flesh fades; soul makes all things

new.

ANY WIFE TO ANY HUSBAND.

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