That sort of new love to enslave me?

Mine should have lapped me round from the begin

ning;

As little fear of losing it as winning !

Lovers grow cold, men learn to hate their wives, And only parents' love can last our lives.

27. George Cruikshank, 1792.

PIPPA PASSES.

Nay, if you come to that, best love of all
Is God's; then why not have God's love befall

Myself?

28. Sir William Jones, 1746.

And we shall all be equal at the last,

PIPPA PASSES.

Or classed according to life's natural ranks,

Fathers, sons, brothers, friends—not rich, nor wise, Nor gifted.

29. Horatio Nelson, 1758.

He did too many grandnesses, to note

PARACELSUS.

Much in the meaner things about his path;
And, stepping there, with face toward the sun,
Stopped seldom to pluck weeds or ask their names.

BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE.

SEPTEMBER 30-OCTOBER 2

30. Auguste Comte died, 1857.

This filthy rags of speech, this coil Of statement, comment, query and response, Tatters all too contaminate for use,

Have no renewing; He the Truth is, too,
The Word

we men in our degree may know There, simply, instantaneously, as here After long time and amid many lies, Whatever we dare think we know indeed - That I am I, as He is He what else?

THE RING AND THE BOOK.

OCTOBER

1. Sir Edwin Landseer died, 1873.

Nature has time to mend

Mistake, she knows occasion will recur
Landslip or seabreach, how affects it her
With her magnificent resources? I
Must perish once and perish utterly!

2. Lyman Beecher, 1775.

SORDELLO.

What but Thy measuring-rod

Meted forth heaven and earth? more intimate
Thy very hands were busied with the task
Of making, in this human shape, a mask -

A match for that divine.

Man's wonder? Nowise !

Shall love abate

PARLEYINGS.

3. George Bancroft, 1800.

Pure faith indeed ·

you know not what you ask!

Naked belief in God the Omnipotent,
Omniscient, Omnipresent, sears too much
The sense of conscious creatures to be borne.
It were the seeing Him, no flesh shall dare.

BISHOP BLOUGRAM'S APOLOGY.

4. Guizot, 1787.

You groped your way across my room i'the dear, dark dead of night;

At each fresh step a stumble was; but once your lamp alight,

Easy and plain you walked again; so soon all wrong grew right!

FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.

5. Jonathan Edwards, 1703.

Be love your light and trust your guide, with these explore my heart!

No obstacle to trip you there, strike hands and souls apart!

Since rooms and hearts are furnished so,

light

FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.

shows you, need love start?

6. Jenny Lind, 1821.

I looked beyond the world for truth and beauty;

Sought, found, and did my duty.

FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.

7. Archbishop Laud, 1573.

Therefore I summon age

To grant youth's heritage,

Life's struggle having so far reached its term;
Thence shall I pass, approved

A man, for

aye removed

From the developed brute; a God though in the

germ.

RABBI BEN EZRA.

8. Philarête Charles, 1798.

What, my soul? See thus far and no farther? When doors great and small,

Nine-and-ninety flew ope at our touch, should the hundredth appall?

In the least things have faith, yet distrust in the greatest of all?

Do I find love so full in my nature, God's ultimate

gift,

That I doubt his own love can compete with it? Here the parts shift?

Here the creature surpass the creator, the end, what began?

Would I fain in my impotent yearning do all for this man,

And dare doubt he alone shall not help him, who yet alone can?

9. Cervantes, 1547.

But no good supplants a good,

SAUL.

Nor beauty undoes beauty.

BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE.

10. Benjamin West, 1738.

Who trusts

To human testimony for a fact

Gets this sole fact — himself is proved a fool;

Man's speech being false, if but by consequence
That only strength is true, while man is weak,
And, since truth seems reserved for heaven not
earth,

Should learn to love what he may speak one day.

THE RING AND THE BOOK.

11. Samuel G. Drake, 1798.

Grant me (once again) assurance we shall each meet each some day,

Walk

but with how bold a footstep! on a way · but what a way!

Worst were best, defeat were triumph, utter loss were utmost gain.

Can it be, and must, and will it ?

12. Hugh Miller, 1802.

LA SAISIAZ.

Feel how my life broke off from thine,
How fresh the splinters keep and fine, —
Only a touch and we combine !

IN THREE DAYS.

13. Battle of Hastings, 1066.
God's in his heaven.

All 's right with the world!

PIPPA PASSES.