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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of A Century of Emblems, by G. S. Cautley
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+Title: A Century of Emblems
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+Author: G. S. Cautley
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+  A CENTURY OF EMBLEMS
+
+
+
+
+  _Printed by R. & R. CLARK, Edinburgh._
+
+
+
+
+  A
+  Century of Emblems
+
+  BY
+  G. S. CAUTLEY
+  VICAR OF NETTLEDEN,
+  AUTHOR OF 'THE AFTERGLOW,' AND 'THE THREE FOUNTAINS.'
+
+  WITH ILLUSTRATIONS
+
+  By the Lady Marian Alford, Rear-Admiral Lord W. Compton,
+  Ven^{ble.} Lord A. Compton, R. Barnes, J. D. Cooper,
+  and the Author
+
+  London
+  MACMILLAN AND COMPANY
+  1878
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: A
+  CENTURY
+  OF
+  EMBLEMS]
+
+
+
+
+  To the Memory
+  OF
+  CHARLES DOUGLAS,
+  MARQUIS OF NORTHAMPTON,
+  THIS LITTLE BOOK,
+  MAINLY DUE IN ITS PRESENT FORM TO
+  HIS GENEROSITY AND COUNSEL,
+  IS DEDICATED,
+  IN ALL GRATEFUL AND TENDER RECOLLECTION
+  BY
+  THE AUTHOR.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+
+This small volume is the latest of above three thousand[1] of a similar
+kind, which, under the general title of "Books of Emblems" have followed
+in the wake of the _Libellus Emblematum_,[2] a work, much resembling a
+child's primer in outward appearance, published at Augsburg in A.D.
+1532, and composed by Andrea Alciati, a famous lawyer, antiquary, and
+litterateur of Milan.
+
+This book consisted of nearly a hundred Latin Epigrams, some original,
+some translated or paraphrased from the Greek, and each accompanied by
+a rude woodcut illustration. Alciati was the first author who gave the
+name of Emblem to this form of expressing his ideas: and the notion for
+so doing was suggested by the original meaning of the word Emblem, which
+signifies anything inserted. The Greeks and Romans used to insert small
+pictures or bas-reliefs in the sides of vases, drinking-cups, and
+various other utensils: these little works of art were called Emblems:
+they were sometimes accompanied by mottoes or verses, and often made
+removable at pleasure, so that they formed no necessary part of the
+article which they adorned.
+
+Alciati, therefore, considering that the illustrations formed no
+necessary portion of his book, and that they were only inserted, as he
+says himself, to make his moral and philosophical teaching more
+attractive, gave to his collection of poems and pictures the name of
+"Book of Emblems."
+
+This idea took greatly with the public of his day, and for upwards of
+two hundred years afterwards, and generated a class of books now
+reckoned among the fossils of literature, which may be dug out of
+ancient libraries, or procured by chance here and there through the
+agency of those useful purveyors, the publishers of Catalogues of
+second-hand works.
+
+Now Emblem books have had their day, and are no longer regarded as a
+means of instruction or delight. They have done their duty as ornamental
+wits and lively educators, and now make way for others more suited to
+the age. There will be found very few theological teachers of our day
+who would, like Sebastian Stockhamer,[3] not only advise a patron to
+have the Emblems of Alciati always at hand at home and abroad, but
+suggest that he should do as Alexander did with the works of Homer,
+sleep with them under his pillow.
+
+He, therefore, who ventures to put forth his own conceits, clothed in
+this old-fashioned dress, before the present world of critical thinkers
+and impatient novel readers, must apologise for his intrusion and crave
+indulgence. Some, perhaps, who may look into these pages, will
+sympathise with the Author in the pleasure he has enjoyed in following
+the footsteps of the ingenious Emblematists of old, and will accept the
+subjoined Emblem as an illustration of their common feeling upon the
+subject:--
+
+  Though the new be gold, some love the old.
+
+  "They have wrecked the old farm with its chimneys so high,
+    And white flashing gables--my childhood's delight,
+  The old home is gone, and the sorrowing eye
+    Shuns the blue-slated upstart that glares from its site;"
+  So flowed my fresh feeling, when loud at my side
+    Rose the voice of a stranger arresting the tide:
+
+  "What an emblem is here of the glories of change,
+    Which purges and pares the old world to its quick;
+  Transforming that rat-hole and ricketty grange,
+    With its plaster and laths to a mansion of brick."
+  The prose chilled like ice,--I sank into my skin,
+    And felt my poor sentiment almost a sin.
+
+The Author thinks it necessary to say, that circumstances over which he
+had no control prevented him from carrying out his original idea, which
+was that every set of verses should be accompanied by an illustration;
+and it is only by the assistance of many friends, to whom his best
+acknowledgments are due, that he has been able to provide the
+comparatively few accompanying woodcuts.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[1] See p. 8 of Preface to "Andrea Alciati and his Book of Emblems,"
+etc., by Henry Green, M.A.; London, Tr�bner and Co., 1872, in which the
+learned writer states he has "formed an index of Emblem Books of which
+the titles number upwards of 3000, and the authors above 1300.
+
+[2] This little book was followed by another of the same description
+published at Venice 1546. These two were afterwards combined into one
+volume.
+
+[3] See p. 5 of his edition of A. Alciati Emblemata, 1556.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+                                                          PAGE
+
+PROEM                                                        1
+
+EMBLEMS EVERYWHERE                                           3
+
+THE SUN AN EMBLEM OF THE CREATOR                             4
+
+SUNSET ON CAMPAGNA OF ROME                                   5
+
+CUPID REFORMED                                               7
+
+COLOSSAL HAND IN MUSEUM AT ROME                              8
+
+PURITANS AND RITUALISTS                                      9
+
+THE BEACON CREST                                            10
+
+ROOKS                                                       11
+
+UNA                                                         12
+
+LIGHTHOUSE BUILT LIKE A CHURCH                              13
+
+CHURCH IN THE VALLEY                                        14
+
+CHURCH BELLS AND SHEEP BELLS                                15
+
+THE BROOK AT SUNSET                                         16
+
+THE CHURCH TOWER AT SUNSET                                  17
+
+SUMMER SUNSET                                               18
+
+THE COMET                                                   19
+
+THE ROCKET                                                  20
+
+THE GIRANDOLA AT ROME                                       21
+
+THE MOON                                                    22
+
+HEAVEN LIGHTS AND HOME LIGHTS                               24
+
+CLOUD EMBLEM                                                25
+
+COTTAGE SMOKE ASCENDING                                     26
+
+SMOKE NOT ASCENDING                                         27
+
+THE CARELESS SHEPHERD                                       28
+
+CHILD AND SNAKES                                            29
+
+INNOCENCE                                                   31
+
+HILARION                                                    32
+
+THE FOOLISH COLT                                            33
+
+TROUTS                                                      34
+
+THE PLATYPUS                                                35
+
+THE RAPE OF PROSERPINE                                      36
+
+GIRLS RUNNING                                               37
+
+THE SIREN                                                   38
+
+THE STRANGE CHOICE                                          39
+
+THE PUDDLE                                                  40
+
+THE MIRY LANE                                               41
+
+THE DOUBTFUL RACE                                           42
+
+THE SLIDING BOY                                             43
+
+YOUTH                                                       44
+
+THE FERRY OF DEATH                                          45
+
+THE FORGE AND THE SUNSET                                    46
+
+THE UNDERGROWTH                                             47
+
+WINTER IN MAY                                               48
+
+THE SOLITARY                                                49
+
+THE GOLDEN MEAN                                             50
+
+AUTUMN                                                      51
+
+JUSTISSIMA TELLUS                                           52
+
+THE FLINTY FIELD                                            53
+
+HOME AND ABROAD                                             54
+
+DISTANT SOUNDS                                              55
+
+THE FRIENDLY THORN                                          56
+
+HAPPINESS                                                   57
+
+BRIDEGROOM TO BRIDE                                         58
+
+THE EAR-RING                                                59
+
+THE GARDEN POOL                                             59
+
+THE SCARECROW                                               60
+
+WE JUDGE OTHERS BY OURSELVES                                62
+
+THE LAY FIGURE                                              63
+
+THE WINDMILL                                                64
+
+FAIRIES AND FACTORIES                                       65
+
+RIGHTEOUS OVERMUCH                                          66
+
+INEXPERIENCE                                                67
+
+THE SUNKEN IRON-CLAD                                        68
+
+THE MASTER'S WILL                                           69
+
+NOW OR NEVER                                                70
+
+LABOUR LOST                                                 71
+
+THE LOST FISH                                               72
+
+STRIKING THE TENT                                           73
+
+THE TURKISH BRIDGE                                          74
+
+THE CROCODILE                                               75
+
+THE MOUNTAINS OF EL TIH                                     76
+
+DAMASCUS IN THE EVENING                                     77
+
+THE TWO GOATS                                               78
+
+THE ARAB WELL                                               79
+
+THE DEAD CROCODILE                                          80
+
+THE HY�NA                                                   81
+
+GRATITUDE                                                   82
+
+THE NUBIAN BOATMEN                                          83
+
+THE CHRISTIAN PILGRIM                                       84
+
+THE FORGET-ME-NOT                                           85
+
+TEXTS ON TOMBSTONES                                         86
+
+ROSE GARDEN AT ASHRIDGE                                     87
+
+THE HEIFER DEPRIVED OF HER MATES                            88
+
+DUCKS AT PLAY                                               89
+
+THE TAME HARE                                               90
+
+THE WATCHFUL DOG                                            91
+
+THE PUPPIES AND THE THUNDER                                 92
+
+EMBLEM OF TRUE PHILOSOPHY                                   93
+
+THE GUIDE-POST                                              94
+
+THE WAYSIDE MONITOR                                         95
+
+THE BOOMERANG                                               96
+
+THE WRONG PLACE                                             97
+
+THE WRONG TIME                                              98
+
+TRAVELLING FOR EXCITEMENT                                   99
+
+THE HAWSER                                                 100
+
+TRAINED CORMORANTS                                         101
+
+THE BAT                                                    102
+
+WATERFALL BY THE SEA                                       103
+
+THE DYING SWAN                                             104
+
+THE PEACOCK                                                105
+
+THE HUNTER                                                 106
+
+THE RACER                                                  108
+
+THE SYBARITES                                              109
+
+FRANCIS PERRIER THE ENGRAVER                               110
+
+ROME                                                       111
+
+THEODORIC                                                  112
+
+SOCIAL LIFE A PICNIC                                       113
+
+THE HIPPOCAMPUS, OR SEA-HORSE                              117
+
+BIVALVES                                                   121
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+
+                                                          PAGE
+
+EMBLEMS EVERYWHERE              _R. Barnes_                  3
+                        _From Drawing by the Author._
+
+CUPID REFORMED                 _J. D. Cooper_                7
+                     _From a slight Sketch by the late
+                         Marquis of Northampton._
+
+THE BEACON CREST        _Rear-Admiral Lord W. Compton_      10
+
+LIGHTHOUSE LIKE A CHURCH         _The Author_               13
+
+THE BROOK AT SUNSET                 _Do._                   16
+
+THE COMET                     _Do. and J. D. Cooper_        19
+
+THE MOON                            _Do._                   22
+
+COTTAGE SMOKE ASCENDING             _Do._                   26
+
+CHILD AND SNAKES             _Lady Marian Alford_           29
+
+THE FOOLISH COLT                _The Author_                33
+
+THE RAPE OF PROSERPINE              _Do._                   36
+
+THE STRANGE CHOICE                  _Do._                   39
+
+THE DOUBTFUL RACE                   _Do._                   42
+
+THE FERRY OF DEATH               _R. Barnes_                45
+                         _From Sketch by the Author._
+
+WINTER IN MAY                   _The Author_                48
+
+AUTUMN                              _Do._                   51
+
+HOME AND ABROAD                     _Do._                   54
+
+HAPPINESS                        _R. Barnes_                57
+                         _From Sketch by the Author._
+
+THE SCARECROW                    _The Author_               60
+
+THE WINDMILL                        _Do._                   64
+
+INEXPERIENCE            _Rear-Admiral Lord W. Compton_      67
+
+NOW OR NEVER                        _Do._                   70
+
+STRIKING THE TENT                _The Author_               73
+
+THE MOUNTAINS OF EL TIH             _Do._                   76
+
+THE ARAB WELL                       _Do._                   79
+
+GRATITUDE                       _R. Barnes_                 82
+                        _From Drawing by the Author._
+
+THE FORGET-ME-NOT               _The Author_                85
+
+THE HEIFER DEPRIVED OF HER MATES    _Do._                   88
+
+THE WATCHFUL DOG                    _Do._                   91
+
+THE GUIDE-POST                      _Do._                   94
+
+THE WRONG PLACE                     _Do._                   97
+
+THE HAWSER              _Rear-Admiral Lord W. Compton_     100
+
+WATERFALL BY THE SEA             _The Author_              103
+
+THE HUNTER                          _Do._                  106
+
+FRANCIS PERRIER                     _Do._                  110
+
+THE HIPPOCAMPUS                  _R. Barnes_               117
+                                _From Nature._
+
+BIVALVES                    _Ven. Lord A. Compton_         121
+
+FRONTISPIECE AND FRAMES TO WOODCUTS      _Lady Marian Alford._
+
+
+
+
+A CENTURY OF EMBLEMS
+
+
+
+
+PROEM.
+
+
+  I had not breathed such notes as these,
+    Save to myself in field or wood,
+  But for the venial hope to please
+    Some spirits of the wise and good.
+
+  For honest mirth that sings the truth,
+    And shakes a bell in Folly's ear,
+  May serve a crumpled hour to smooth,
+    And whisk away a peevish tear;
+
+  While haply to the heart may go
+    Some tones amid the fall and rise,
+  And stir the silent springs below
+    Of deeper, holier sympathies.
+
+  So now into the streets of life
+    I venture forth, but not alone,
+  Too well aware its roar and strife
+    Would drown my feeble undertone.
+
+  And mindful of the world's disdain,
+    I mimic him of Rhodop�,[A]
+  And start, escorted by a train
+    Of beast, and bird, and flower, and tree;
+
+  For lack of these, his guardian brood,
+    The poet in his lonely woe,
+  By Thracian dames was torn and strewed
+    Upon the Hyperborean snow.
+
+  Were these the critics of the day?
+    And does this ancient tale, forsooth,
+  Symbol the perils of his way
+    Who seeks to win by tuneful truth?
+
+  Thrice welcome, then, O sister art!
+    Divert the eye with pictured spell,
+  Assume your own attractive part,
+    And share the wrath you may not quell.
+
+  FOOTNOTE:
+    [A] Orpheus.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+EMBLEMS EVERYWHERE.
+
+
+  A simple faith, if fancy fed
+    Is girt with holy signs,
+  And common sights are seen and read
+    As writ in holy lines.
+
+  A fish, a ship, the night and day,
+    Some Christian truth declare,
+  And e'en the winging crows display
+    Black crosses in the air.
+
+  Nor blame thou this simplicity,
+    For love is at the core,
+  Which only sees what others see,
+    But feels a little more.
+
+
+
+
+THE SUN AN EMBLEM OF THE CREATOR.
+
+
+  'Mid the glow of the dawning and dew of the mist,
+    The valley awakens in beauty and tears,
+  For the life-bringing day-star the ridges hath kiss'd,
+    And the presence is felt ere the splendour appears.
+
+  Now the cloud-curtain parts--from pavilion of gold
+    The monarch goes forth with tiara of flame,
+  And his banners abroad to the zenith unrolled,
+    Reflect on our hearts the Ineffable Name.
+
+  O emblem of Godhead! majestic, supreme,
+    Life drinks at thy fountain, its wave is our breath,
+  While in rapturous awe of the glory we dream
+    Whose glance is creation, whose absence is death.
+
+
+
+
+SUNSET ON CAMPAGNA OF ROME.
+
+
+  When bathes the sun his burning crown,
+    Within old Ostia's main,
+  He sends transforming angels down
+    Upon the Roman plain.
+
+  Bright threads they fling of iris hue,
+    And scatter crimson plumes,
+  As if all nature to renew
+    With showers of fiery blooms.
+
+  See flashing out in golden grace
+    A thousand arches rise,
+  And bridge the violet depths of space
+    To mountains of surprise.
+
+  To mountain waves of amethyst,
+    All flaming up carmine;
+  Upon each crest the angels rest
+    Who tend the sun's decline.
+
+  But soon the subtle pomps of light
+    Evade us like a dream,
+  And with a breath the greys of night
+    Envelop every gleam.
+
+  The fires are dead, the gold is stone,
+    The mountains, shadowy ghosts:
+  Ah, whither are the angels gone
+    With all their radiant hosts?
+
+  They travel on from height to height,
+    In splendour to diffuse
+  The truth that earth's divinest light
+    Hath no abiding hues.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+CUPID REFORMED.
+
+  LOVE TRAINED IS HEAVEN GAINED.
+
+
+  You say he wounds both good and naught,
+    Both old and young in wanton play,
+  Was never brat so badly taught,--
+    There, take his feathery stings away:
+
+  Now send him to the Sunday school,
+    With decent frock o'er shoulders small,
+  There let him learn the golden rule,
+    He'll prove a cherub after all.
+
+
+
+
+COLOSSAL HAND IN MUSEUM AT ROME,
+
+  A.D. 1856.
+
+
+  This hand colossal from Colossus torn,
+    This idol fragment pedestal'd on high,
+  Fulfils a nobler purpose now forlorn,
+    Than in the pomp of its integrity.
+
+  It heartens love, that finger pointing ever
+    Up towards the heavenly many-mansioned home,
+  Where members of one Lord no creed shall sever,
+    Though sundered here, alas! in papal Rome.
+
+
+
+
+PURITANS AND RITUALISTS.
+
+
+  In robes symbolical, through incensed air,
+    Some pray in temples amid lights and hues,
+  While some in tabernacles simply bare,
+    Beauty's bright aid mistrustingly refuse.
+
+  Pray, Christians, as ye will, by nurture swayed,
+    Habit, tradition, phantasy, or youth--
+  With faith is all; our Lord hath only said,
+    He will be served in spirit and in truth.
+
+  But, brethren of a brotherhood divine,
+    So dear to Him on whom ye daily call,
+  Why darken with the dust of strife malign
+    The sunshine of that love that blesses all?
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE BEACON CREST.
+
+  TO THE MEMORY OF SPENCER, MARQUIS OF NORTHAMPTON.
+
+
+  A blessing on the beacon's name,
+    Our guide across the midnight sea;
+  Who bears for crest that guardian flame,
+    Himself a burning light should be.
+
+  And such thou wert, my patron dear,
+    Thy beams were justice, faith, and love;
+  Ah! may we by their memory steer,
+    Since thou art with the lights above.
+
+
+
+
+ROOKS.
+
+
+  O rooks, I love to watch through quiet eve
+    Your mystic circles in the golden air,
+  And in your solemn monotones conceive
+    The instinct of a universal prayer.
+
+  Welcome then, wide-winged blackamoors, who poise
+    Inverted wigwams in the swaying heights,
+  And cheer the windy March with clanging noise,
+    Long may fate spare your labour and delights,
+
+  Toilers and teachers strenuously good
+    Like you I see life's gusty hours defy,
+  Like you from earth they win their daily food,
+    Like you they build their hopes and homes on high.
+
+
+
+
+UNA.
+
+
+  We thank thee, gentle Spenser, for thy song
+    Of Una, virgin Una brave and sweet,
+  Whose eloquence subdued the Satyr throng,
+    And bowed the tearful monsters to her feet.
+
+  Nor song alone but prophecy was thine,
+    Forecasting many a Una wise and mild,
+  Who spends her loving life in toil divine,
+    Taming street Arabs petulant and wild,
+
+  The gutter offspring of a race obscure;
+    Cheerly to these within their noxious dens
+  The Cross she brings, nor doubts its shining pure
+    Grace through the gloom and mercy will dispense,
+
+  And though to scare the ribald from her way
+    No guardian lion by her side doth move,
+  The shield of faith she bears hath sovran sway,
+    And the strong spirit of all-conquering love.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+LIGHTHOUSE BUILT LIKE A CHURCH.
+
+
+  That tapering Pharos pierces night
+    As would a church bell tower;
+  And far and wide its streaming light
+    Symbols the Church's power,
+
+  Which flinging many a radiant clue
+    O'er life's bewildering foam,
+  Guides weary souls the darkness through
+    To their celestial home.
+
+
+
+
+CHURCH IN THE VALLEY.
+
+
+  A tree of life from Eden far,
+    O lowly church, you stand!
+  So stood the Lord whose sign you are,
+    And blessed the barren land.
+
+  A tower of strength you show to all
+    Who recognise His grace:
+  The tender lights which round you fall
+    Write heaven upon your face.
+
+  Your bells down in the hollow lea
+    Cry as from sheltering nest,
+  "Come all ye labouring men to Me,
+    And I will give you rest."
+
+
+
+
+CHURCH BELLS AND SHEEP BELLS.
+
+
+  The sheep bells tinkle from the knoll
+    Faintly and sweet 'twixt far and near,
+  But hark! at hand the funeral toll
+    How solemn and how clear
+
+  Each wafts a hint to faithful love
+    Of ever-mingling wealth and woe,
+  The energy of life above,
+    The requiem below.
+
+  Now sweeps the wholesome evening breath
+    As tho' a voice from Heaven should fall,
+  Blending the notes of life and death,
+    And harmonising all.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE BROOK AT SUNSET.
+
+
+  Could Pison or Pactolus old
+        Eclipse our little stream to-night?
+  What grape might yield a glossier gold,
+          Such amber streams,
+          And ruby gleams
+        Fringed all along with dazzling light
+        That ripples down thro' emerald meadows bright?
+
+  Brief pageant! minions of the sun,
+        With him the hues in gloom decline;
+  Then think on the Eternal One,
+          Sun of the soul,
+          At whose control
+        Outpours the living light divine,
+        The grace that turns life's water into wine.
+
+
+
+
+THE CHURCH TOWER AT SUNSET.
+
+
+  See with a radiance noontide never gave
+    Our little tower fling back the evening gold!
+  Like to a sunlit rose upon a grave,
+  Like to a star upon the midnight wave,
+  When all of earth that was so bright and brave
+    Is waning into dusk obscure and cold.
+
+  So in the nightfall of that dread decay
+    When worlds their borrowed lustre shall resign,
+  They who o'erlooked her on her lowly way,
+  They who despised her in her robes of clay,
+  Shall in the glory of her opening day
+    Bow down abashed before the Bride Divine.
+
+
+
+
+SUMMER SUNSET.
+
+
+  I saw the summer sunset die
+      On golden clouds beyond the rain,
+  I saw the dying Christian lie
+      Bright-eyed amid a weeping train.
+
+  I read on evening's roseate pile
+      Hope of a lovelier day than this;
+  I hailed in that expiring smile
+      Assurance of eternal bliss.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE COMET.
+
+
+  Lone one, wilt thou no signal pass,
+    Thy mission to declare,
+  Whether a world-destroying mass,
+  Or flame-flower of Elysian grass,
+    Or seraph's burning hair?
+
+  Or may be torch from hearth unknown
+    Upheld by powers unseen,
+  Each pacing their appointed zone
+  In mute procession one by one
+    A thousand years between.
+
+  Let Time shake out my dribbling sand;
+    Who would not die to see
+  The eternal treasures of a land
+  Whose glories shine above a strand
+    With waifs and strays like thee!
+
+
+
+
+THE ROCKET.
+
+
+  The child who sees the rocket fire
+    Its arch of stars o'er tower and plain,
+  Laments to find them all expire,
+    And but a worthless wand remain.
+
+  And such with all its soaring sound
+    Is eloquence despite of art,
+  Whose flashy flights the ear astound,
+    But leave no light within the heart.
+
+
+
+
+THE GIRANDOLA AT ROME.
+
+
+  O suns! O founts! O domes of fire,
+    O palaces of seraph kings!
+  O shining ones who all aspire
+    To fan the stars with flaming wings!
+
+  My soul, what gracious glorious power
+    To hue and radiance God hath given!
+  I felt as though for half-an-hour
+    I stood before the gates of Heaven.
+
+  Now all is dark, and so I bring
+    With joy my splendid memories home,
+  And think of heaven whene'er I sing
+    The bright Girandola of Rome.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE MOON
+
+  ON EARTH DISOWNED, IN HEAVEN ENTHRONED.
+
+
+  When first behind the woods arose
+      The moon with red distempered fire,
+  We feared beyond the hilly close
+      Some conflagration dire.
+
+  But see her now enthroned on high,
+      Clear of the thwarting trees,
+  She glows upon the watchet sky
+      God's seal of golden peace.
+
+  So spirits rich in grace divine
+      Misunderstood, distorted, here,
+  Shall with unsullied lustre shine
+      In Heaven's congenial sphere.
+
+
+
+
+HEAVEN LIGHTS AND HOME LIGHTS.
+
+
+  Pale broken lights that close our heavenly view
+  Caressing eve ere weeps the twilight dew,
+  Tender ye are as love smiles shining through
+  Life's parting hour: adieu, dark day, adieu!
+
+  Ye cheer our footsteps on the wintry way,
+  Kind hints from Heaven when earth is cold and gray.
+  Heaven is our home; and we but wanderers through
+  This glimmering vale: adieu, dark day, adieu!
+
+  Short is our journey now, nor steep the road;
+  Sound still our limbs and light our daily load;
+  Chill night we leave behind, and hasten through
+  Home's glowing door: adieu, dark day, adieu!
+
+  Dear emblems, these we cherish till the last
+  Deep nightfall on our brows the shadow cast,
+  And we by faith see glory shining through
+  The door of death: adieu, dark day, adieu!
+
+
+
+
+CLOUD EMBLEM.
+
+
+  Beneath the vault of yonder clouds
+    A lake of sunshine lies,
+  The rent between those shifting shrouds
+    Reveals it to our eyes.
+
+  The glory of its amber light
+    Clasped by an opal shore,
+  Melts me to joy I cannot write
+    And makes my heart adore.
+
+  I feel as if the great white throne
+    Rose dazzling there above,
+  Nor inaccessible its zone
+    To those that feel and love.
+
+  Beneath, the elders all bow down
+    Each in his radiant stole--
+  Each in the lake hath cast his crown,
+    The homage of a soul.
+
+  Emblem of Heaven! sublime device!
+    No air can thee retain:
+  Read in the Word, the Heart, the Skies,
+    Thee we shall meet again.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+COTTAGE SMOKE ASCENDING.
+
+
+  The silent smoke in column true
+    Streams from the poor man's hearth,
+  Right up into the ether blue,
+    Uniting heaven and earth.
+
+  From lowly hearts thus quiet prayer
+    Sends up a golden cord
+  To God's right hand, uniting there
+    The labourer to his Lord.
+
+
+
+
+SMOKE NOT ASCENDING.
+
+
+  The lolling smoke which clouds the noonday skies
+    And mars the outline of our orchard trees,
+  Smirching the buds and blossoms, here supplies
+    An emblem of the gross ignoble ease
+
+  Of apathetic souls, which lost in sloth,
+    Lifting no thought to heaven, with sordid care
+  Infect young hearts around, and check the growth
+    Of aspirations craving purer air.
+
+
+
+
+THE CARELESS SHEPHERD.
+
+
+  How like the world these flowery leas
+    On which fantastic shadows play;
+  And, lo, the shepherd sleeps at ease,
+    And sheep like sinners go astray.
+
+  The night mist broods o'er yonder mere;
+    Wake, slumberer! lest thy Lord complain
+  When the dim folding hour draws near,
+    And thou shalt seek His lambs in vain.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+CHILD AND SNAKES.
+
+
+  Haste! ere the simple infant die
+    Which, lured by glistening strakes,
+  With tender fingers would untie
+    That knot of tangled snakes.
+
+  Thus man with a perverted skill,
+    In his own darkness blind,
+  The mystic coil of Fate and Will
+    Seeks madly to unbind.
+
+  Guide Thou aright his questing zeal,
+    Teach him in Thy bright word
+  Content Thy perfect love to feel,
+    O Spirit of the Lord!
+
+
+
+
+INNOCENCE.
+
+
+  We children shuddered when we heard
+  Of many a pretty painted bird
+        Held by the glittering eye
+  Of cruel serpent, fold on fold,
+  Close gliding, till with blood run cold
+        The victim dropt to die.
+
+  But we revived when friends would say
+  How rustling leaf, or broken spray
+        Might foil the poisonous snare,
+  And how the bird, untranced and free,
+  Shoots like a meteor from the tree
+        Into the azure air.
+
+  So innocence may be beguiled
+  By sensual spirits masked and mild,
+        And feigning pure delight;
+  But dropt the mask,--on wings of prayer,
+  O'er mists of earth and clouds of air
+        She gains her holy height.
+
+
+
+
+HILARION.
+
+
+  See at Hilarion's saintly sign
+    The serpent mount the pyre,
+  And all its scaly strength resign
+    To the consuming fire.
+
+  Such is the miracle of Grace
+    Which on the pilgrim's way,
+  Ordains that hell's malignant race
+    Should work its own decay.
+
+  Let but the faithful suppliant urge,
+    God will His fire impart,
+  The serpent coils of sin to purge
+    From every willing heart.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE FOOLISH COLT.
+
+
+  This discontented colt, full fed,
+    Aweary of its pasture rich,
+  Half dislocates its brainless head
+    For nettles in the dusty ditch.
+
+  Skills not the amplest range of joys,
+    What we have not is our desire;
+  This proved amid his golden toys
+    The little prince who screamed for mire.
+
+
+
+
+TROUTS.
+
+
+  With poising fins against the stream,
+    Their heads the shadowy troutlings set,
+  Though vain their patient instincts seem,
+  For chilly April's mirrored gleam
+      No fly disturbs as yet.
+
+  And so against ill-fashion's tide,
+    With faithful wills untaught to swerve,
+  Though cold philosophy deride,
+  The saints hold on and calmly bide
+      His season whom they serve.
+
+
+
+
+THE PLATYPUS.
+
+
+  A triple monster here is shown
+    Which old Chimera mocks,
+  Bird, fish, and quadruped in one,
+    The duck-billed Paradox.
+
+  Emblem of him whose every wish
+    Concentres in a feast;
+  Like duck he gobbles, drinks like fish,
+    And proves himself a beast.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE RAPE OF PROSERPINE.
+
+
+  Sweet Proserpine you here behold
+    Far from her corn-crowned mother's care,
+  Dragged down by Pluto, swart and old,
+    His dismal throne to share.
+
+  She figures many a one the prey
+    Of passion's ill-resisted powers,
+  Who, spurning all that love can say,
+    Seeks but for earthly flowers.
+
+  Ere these you gather, maiden mine,
+    With faith's pure lilies wreathe your soul,
+  Then fear not any art malign
+    Shall work thee mortal dole.
+
+
+
+
+GIRLS RUNNING.
+
+
+  As yet they make of life a dancing race,
+    Rarely they pause to pant, still less to think;
+  They have not met the dark ones face to face,
+    They have not shuddered o'er the ghastly brink.
+  Life's holiday is theirs;--how sweet to hear
+    The gay young laughter rippling down the wind;
+  Ah! who would breathe the name of care or fear,
+    Or hint that fortune could be less than kind!
+
+  They skim gazelle-like pitfalls set in flowers,
+    Too glib their ankles for the serpent's bite,
+  Yet on and on they rush to meet the hours
+    Of dimness and perplexity and night.
+  Yes, each must suffer, and some too will fall,
+    But not for aye need sin and grief o'ercast;
+  May He who knows His lambs, and loves them all,
+    To His own fold ingather them at last.
+
+
+
+
+THE SIREN.
+
+
+  A Siren on a rocky isle,
+    A youth upon the cliff is seen;
+  She tries his fancy to beguile,
+    The deep dark water moans between.
+
+  "Gentle thou art," he saith, "and fair,
+    Yet nought thine azure eyes avail,
+  Amid the golden coils of hair,
+    Gleams weirdly forth the fish's tail."
+
+  Yet still he gazed, she smiled the more:
+    She sang a wondrous witching strain;
+  He groaned and sighed, he laughed and swore,
+    Then plunged into the deadly main.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE STRANGE CHOICE.
+
+
+  How grim the woods, the tower how pale;
+    The landscape colourless and cold,
+  While all the hovel foul and frail,
+  The ragged thatch and battered sail,
+      Are gorgeous in the sunset gold!
+
+  Such seems the girl's capricious part,
+    Who flouts the noble, wise, and true,
+  And wastes her loving burning heart,
+  And glorifies with doting art
+      The basest of her courting crew.
+
+
+
+
+THE PUDDLE.
+
+
+  This shallow pool which ruffling in the breeze,
+    Spurts gold and azure at the morning sun,
+  Ere night will be a blot of slimy lees,
+    By the absorbing heat and wind foredone.
+
+  Thou dost with glittering surface, puddle fine,
+    Of fools and prodigals the fate pourtray,
+  Who in the transient flattery swell and shine
+    Of knaves who suck their substance all away.
+
+
+
+
+THE MIRY LANE.
+
+
+  We looked o'er the gate on a wearisome lane,
+  Tracked afar by cold gleams of the new fallen rain;
+  An emblem it seemed of that oft-trodden road,
+  The sorrowful life, and its final abode,
+  With its mire of transgressions and furrows of care,
+  Its pools full of tears, and its sloughs of despair;
+  And we sighed to perceive it was lost to our view
+  Amid desolate wilds and vague ridges of blue.
+  But there flamed up the welkin a ravishing change,
+  That engulphed in its splendours the misty cloud range,
+  And the path that we shuddered at caught the sky's fire,
+  The pools flushed in silver, and gold was its mire;
+  And we smiled in our hearts when we saw that it led
+  Right into the sunset 'neath streamers of red.
+  Faith's path will reflect the celestial glow,
+  And bring heaven to the heart wheresoever we go;
+  Deep and rough it may be, yet they sing on the road
+  Who know that it ends in the welcome of God.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE DOUBTFUL RACE.
+
+
+  Beyond the hill his vessel lies,
+    Would he were safe upon its side,
+  Who now through brake and thicket flies
+    To gain the ferry in his stride.
+
+  Loitering at first, though well he knew
+    That time and tide for no man wait,
+  He dreads to think what ills pursue
+    The idle seaman all too late.
+
+  Nelson, himself a nation's power,
+    Victor of hosts in every clime,
+  Stood ready aye before the hour,
+    Nor ever deigned to race with time.
+
+
+
+
+THE SLIDING BOY.
+
+
+  He shouts, he slides, my rosy boy,
+    A moment, then comes rattling down;
+  Youth's type is here, a slippery joy,
+    A sudden fall, a bleeding crown.
+
+  He rises, brushing off the tears
+    In silence as he glides again;
+  And typifies through all our years
+    The soberer course which follows pain.
+
+
+
+
+YOUTH.
+
+
+  That thoughtless child of sport and truth,
+    I cannot with reproaches stone,
+  O loving, laughing, trusting youth,
+    For ever, ever gone!
+
+  Sin taints, alas! the old and young,
+    And thou hast duly borne the rod;
+  And often for a venial wrong,
+    Thou sweetest gift of God.
+
+  I love to muse upon the boy,
+    And his sublime aspirings trace,
+  When hand in hand with Hope and Joy
+    He challenged Fate to race.
+
+  Still in my heart I fain would bear
+    Some flowers of his beyond the tomb,
+  Perhaps the crystal waters there
+    May renovate their bloom.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE FERRY OF DEATH.
+
+
+  When o'er death's ferry youth departs,
+    Upbraid not his reluctant moan;
+  Think of the loved and loving hearts
+    He leaves, to cross the gulf alone.
+
+  But when life's sun is low i' the west,
+    Calmly we may our turn abide,
+  For most of those we love the best
+    Are shining on the other side.
+
+
+
+
+THE FORGE AND THE SUNSET.
+
+
+  The sunset pales along the height,
+    The smithy flashes free below,
+  And ever in the thickening light
+    The forge emits a lustier glow.
+
+  As Faith declines, with grosser flame
+    Earth's passion thus our being fills;
+  And Heaven becomes a fading name,
+    A glimmer o'er death's shadowy hills.
+
+
+
+
+THE UNDERGROWTH.
+
+
+  In yonder grove the woodman's bill
+    The pillared trees by scores hath laid,
+  But Nature every gap will fill,
+    The springing undergrowth will spread,
+  And we shall half forget the ill,
+    So rich the greenery overhead.
+
+  Thus Death, the hewer, down may smite
+    Into the depths where all must blend,
+  The dearest from our daily sight,
+    Yet love shall never lack a friend;
+  Still proffer us the young and bright
+    Such kindly escort to the end.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+WINTER IN MAY.
+
+
+  Winter! black-browed and bearded with the snows,
+    We thought thee vexed with April's wanton ways
+  Brooding afar amid the Arctic floes,
+    Or with new icebergs fringing dreary bays.
+
+  Loyal we honoured thy appointed time,
+    And crowned thee January's lawful king;
+  Why falls thy crushing sceptre edged with rime
+    Upon the verdant loveliness of spring?
+
+  We think of Holbein's pencil, quaint and coarse,
+    And that weird skeleton in ghastly pride
+  Haling to doom with such superfluous force
+    All in her flowery youth the virgin bride.
+
+
+
+
+THE SOLITARY.
+
+
+  Aweary of his worldly life,
+    The tempter to elude,
+  The hermit flies from work and strife
+    To desert solitude.
+
+  But there, alas! finds no repose
+    From Fancy's Comus crew,
+  Since dream he must, where'er he goes,
+    With nothing else to do.
+
+  Would'st drive such imps from heart and brain,
+    Take, then, the ancient way,
+  Prescribed in many a holy strain,
+    And work as well as pray.
+
+
+
+
+THE GOLDEN MEAN.
+
+
+  All inaccessible a Tree arose
+    Amid the shining mountains of Cathay,
+  Its head was capp'd with numbing mists and snows,
+    Around its root a fiery whirlpool lay;
+
+  But midway 'twixt the furnace and the cloud
+    Bright fruits were by the keen-eyed watchers seen;
+  "There," cried the sage to the excited crowd,
+    "Behold the treasures of the Golden Mean."
+
+  Then girt he some with wings, and won to skill
+    Through many a fall between the earth and sun,
+  The wings bore names--th' indomitable Will,
+    And Faith--by these the glorious prize they won.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+AUTUMN.
+
+
+  He sat among the yellowing trees,
+    Low winds to beech and oak did call,
+  Murmuring of Nature's old decrees
+    And yearly tribute to the Fall.
+
+  Now is there silence all around,
+    And you may hear the branches cast
+  Their offerings on the fragrant ground,
+    'Tis here an acorn, there a mast.
+
+  And thus in life's autumnal grove,
+    At intervals, with bated breath,
+  We hear the ripe ones whom we love
+    Drop to the quiet home of death.
+
+
+
+
+JUSTISSIMA TELLUS.
+
+
+  Dear mother Earth, no usurer thou,
+      Since all who heed thy liberal law,
+  For every dint of spade or plough
+  On vale or heath or mountain brow,
+      A full and punctual interest draw.
+
+  And still thy richest sheaves are they
+      Which, in the ripeness of the years,
+  The angel-reapers bear away
+  To glory and eternal day,
+      When nought of thee but dust appears.
+
+  Thrice happy they who trace the line
+      In every quickening field and grove
+  Of heaven's munificent design,
+  The recompense of life divine
+      For toiling days of faithful love.
+
+
+
+
+THE FLINTY FIELD.
+
+
+  You scorn our hill of glittering flints
+      As though 'twere sown with dragon's teeth,
+  For that the surface gives no hints,
+      No hopes of genial growth beneath.
+
+  Judge not the surface, bide the hour
+      When He, whose grace can melt the rock,
+  Shall bid o'er every flint to tower
+      A hundred-headed golden shock.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+HOME AND ABROAD.
+
+
+  Black and white in a windy war--
+    Lo! wave devouring wave,
+  And wilder as we look afar
+    The ocean monsters rave.
+
+  But here, within this sheltering bight,
+    A glossy sheet upcurls
+  In whispering cadence low and light,
+    Its rainbows fringed with pearls.
+
+  Secluded thus from outer brawl,
+    In unambitious ease,
+  Be ours the lowly home where all
+    Is tuned to love and peace.
+
+
+
+
+DISTANT SOUNDS.
+
+
+  The children at their evening play
+    Shout from the village street;
+  The wind blows all that's rude away,
+    The rest is gay and sweet.
+
+  So from our garden seat on high,
+    We love the sound to hear,
+  For distance that enchants the eye
+    Can fascinate the ear.
+
+  Trills that distract us from the cage
+    Were in the woods a joy;
+  Who scans too narrowly life's page
+    Will many a boon destroy.
+
+
+
+
+THE FRIENDLY THORN.
+
+
+  I thought an asp had stung my hand
+      While thridding Narnis' fragrant wood,
+  When lo! in purpling blushes grand,
+  As if my homage to command,
+      The queen of all wild roses stood.
+
+  The captive beauty soon I bound
+      My lady's bosom to adorn,--
+  Beauty whose joy I ne'er had found,
+  Upon that tangled briery mound,
+      But for the sharp and friendly thorn.
+
+  So hearts that slept from hour to hour,
+      Pierced to the quick by sorrow's cry,
+  Awake to fresh inspiring power,
+  And clasp Faith's brightest purest flower,
+      The rose divine of Charity.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+HAPPINESS.
+
+
+  To figure true felicity
+    This picture doth intend,
+  A pleasant road, sweet company,
+    And God's house at the end.
+
+
+
+
+BRIDEGROOM TO BRIDE.
+
+  To the happy all things are heavenly.
+
+
+  Where'er I turn this blessed day,
+  'Tis heaven and sunshine every way;
+  With heavenly songs and heavenly hues,
+  Mingle the birds, and flowers, and dews.
+  Lo! here within the crystal moat
+  Heaven's clouds like radiant islands float,
+  And high above the golden hill
+  Smiles heavenly summer blue and still.
+  I gaze into thy loving eyes,
+  Heaven there in twofold azure lies;
+  And when I glance into my heart,
+  'Tis heaven indeed--for there thou art!
+
+
+
+
+THE EAR-RING.
+
+
+  An ear-ring you devise
+    For your affianced girl;
+  No diamond will suffice,
+    Nor wealth of lustrous pearl,
+
+  But call her "dearest dear,"
+    Swear nought your love shall sever,
+  If true, you deck her ear
+    With gems that shine for ever.
+
+
+
+
+THE GARDEN POOL.
+
+
+  Charmed by the lily's golden eye,
+    I rest upon this margin cool,
+  And think what leagues of azure sky
+    Are mirrored in the tiny pool.
+
+  Delicious emblem of the mind
+    Whose fancy rules this bright parterre,
+  Ever 'mid sweetest flowers I find
+    The depths of heaven reflected there.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE SCARECROW.
+
+
+  "O Bella! what strange wight is there,
+    Dark on the evening sky,
+  With flowing cloak, and streaming hair,
+    And head so grandly high?
+
+  I feel a throbbing at my heart,
+    For William 'tis too soon;
+  See how he waves his arms apart
+    Saluting the new moon!
+
+  Oh, clear as daylight is the truth,
+    Blinder than bats were we,
+  It is the long-haired foreign youth
+    Who sang last night to me.
+
+  He sang of Fatherland and Rhine;
+    Hush, O provoking cow!
+  I heard the sweet preluding line,
+    The whispering notes, I vow."
+
+  But nearer as they drew to see,
+    O phantasy forlorn!
+  They find for love and melody
+    A scarecrow in the corn.
+
+
+
+
+WE JUDGE OTHERS BY OURSELVES.
+
+
+  Here within this golden grove,
+    Paved with many a purple flower,
+  Here I sit and wait my love
+    Through the May-day's parting hour.
+
+  Where the budding gnomons throw
+    Lengthening shadows far and near,
+  Mute I sit as man of snow,
+    Till my darling's voice I hear.
+
+  Ah! your mirth my passion stirs,
+    Mine who am so old and frail;
+  Bear with me, O lusty sirs!
+    For my love's the nightingale.
+
+
+
+
+THE LAY FIGURE.
+
+  Vanit� che par persona.--DANTE, _Inf. 6_.
+
+
+  There smirks in many a painter's room,
+    With padded limbs and varnished face,
+  A quaint machine that can assume
+    Each attitude that art would trace.
+
+  This doll adult, when featly tired,
+    Can all that's great or fair display,
+  Warrior, or dame, or saint inspired,
+    Prince, troubadour, or lovely may.
+
+  And far beyond the studio's bound,
+    In court and camp, in church or mart,
+  Living machines like this are found,
+    Which lure the eye but mock the heart.
+
+  On wooden-headed soulless guys
+    We see such draping splendours thrust;
+  But raise the robe, and all surprise
+    Closes in pity and disgust.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE WINDMILL.
+
+
+  That windmill with its sails at rest
+    A thing immovable appears,
+  And o'er the little hamlet nest
+    The symbol of Salvation rears.
+
+  But when its arms the breezes spurn,
+    'Tis Fortune's wheel we image there;
+  Reared and depress'd they show in turn
+    Hope, joy, dejection, and despair.
+
+  Unstable souls, the Church at peace,
+    Seem steadfast thus in high resolve,
+  But in her storms and perils--these
+    Through many a shifting phase revolve.
+
+
+
+
+FAIRIES AND FACTORIES.
+
+
+  They crush with piles and tear with thundering wheel
+    The rainbow arches from the torrent's spray;
+  The frightened Fairies, sure of no appeal,
+    Pair off in mournful minuets away.
+
+  So drudging life stamps out with daily pain
+    Our brightest, lightest fancies one by one;
+  Oh, may we hope to see them shine again
+    Beyond this working world, beyond the sun!
+
+
+
+
+RIGHTEOUS OVERMUCH.
+
+
+  The youthful Furius sped so fast
+    Before his folly's roaring wind,
+  His wildest mates he overpass'd,
+    And health and sense were left behind.
+
+  Now turned fanatic devotee
+    He deems his mother church too slow,
+  So charters some new craft that he
+    A readier way to Heaven may go.
+
+  Take heed, my Furius, lest you sail
+    For love and patience all too fast,
+  Without their convoy faith may quail
+    A prey to pirate pride at last.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+INEXPERIENCE.
+
+  Eye of stranger magnifies danger.
+
+
+  "Adown the dreadful glacis madly borne,
+    Against that foaming barricado cast,
+  The barque is doomed! and with a hissing scorn
+    The surge will dance upon the foundering mast."
+
+  The landsman thus; the seaman smiles, quoth he,
+    "The barque and wave, together mount and fall;
+  The horse upholds his rider, so will she
+    Career in triumph o'er the watery brawl.
+
+  "Oft inexperience brandeth for a bane
+    That which for noble uses wisdom gave;
+  The path I hail to glory or to gain
+    To you, untried, reflects an ocean grave."
+
+
+
+
+THE SUNKEN IRON-CLAD.
+
+
+  O concentration of brute force!
+    Rhinoceros of the deeps!
+  O ugly Delos on whose shores
+    No soft Latona sleeps!
+
+  Scant room in thee for birth or love
+    'Mid monsters furnace-born,
+  The iron-throated guns above,
+    Below, the ripping horn.
+
+  Heaven grant ere long we find in thee
+    An emblem of all war
+  Beneath the waves of Time's deep sea
+    Buried for evermore!
+
+
+
+
+THE MASTER'S WILL.
+
+
+  Two Caravels to sea were gone,
+    Two striplings passed the city gate;
+  A shattered hull returns alone,
+    A brother wails a brother's fate.
+
+  But who elects for good or ill?
+    Distrust not mercy though bereft;
+  Though storm winds shriek the Master's will,
+    One taken and the other left.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+NOW OR NEVER.
+
+  He who loses luck abuses.
+
+
+  We stalked the great stag down the glen,
+    Once more, alas! I failed to kill;
+  Such is the lot of luckless men,
+    Despite their energy and skill.
+  And now he's safe beyond our ken
+    Upon the steep and misty hill.
+
+  He'll come again, but not to-day,
+    Where meet in one the foaming burns,
+  While I in fortune's windy play
+    Am tossed afar from braes and ferns,
+  So plaineth he who throws away
+    The happy chance that ne'er returns.
+
+
+
+
+LABOUR LOST.
+
+
+  The roads were rock, the sky was flame,
+    The seething mob filled strand and quay,
+  Where came an ancient curious dame
+    Three leagues afoot the launch to see.
+
+  Now as she stooped amid the crowd,
+    Stooped to remove a galling stone,
+  She heard a shouting rash and loud;
+    She raised her head--the launch was gone.
+
+  O dame! as thou art such are they
+    Who after years of care and cost,
+  The burning hope of many a day
+    By one ignoble stoop have lost.
+
+
+
+
+THE LOST FISH.
+
+
+  "Ah!" cries the boy, "was never seen
+    A fish like that which broke my rod,
+  Such weight, such breadth of scaly sheen,
+  A sucking whale he might have been,
+    A grampus or Newfoundland cod."
+
+  Thus in our aims we all are boys,
+    And Fortune's present grace abuse;
+  For, ever of all earthly toys,
+  Love, honours, triumph, gain, or joys,
+    The richest is the one we lose.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+STRIKING THE TENT.
+
+
+  This quaint round bower, this sheltering canvas cave,
+    In which we ate and slept, and prayed, and planned,
+  Falls in a moment, when to yonder slave
+    Expectant of the sign my hand I wave,
+  All limp and shapeless on the desert sand.
+
+  Depart in peace, O wanderer of Useit!
+    Rejoicing in thy strength the mountain tread,
+  Yet never may'st thou this memento slight;
+    Erect to-day for labour and delight,
+  To-morrow prone among the dusty dead.
+
+
+
+
+THE TURKISH BRIDGE.
+
+
+  Whene'er we saw the arches gleam,
+    We shouted trending down the ridge,
+  "Better by far to ford the stream,
+    Than trust the doubtful Turkish bridge."
+
+  Such, are false promises believed;
+    Such, confidence and love betrayed;
+  Such those who having once deceived
+    A warning offer, not an aid.
+
+
+
+
+THE CROCODILE.
+
+
+  This monstrous Effet on the solid ground
+    Right on and on can work his easy way,
+  But in his cramping plates of armour bound,
+  Slowly and sorely wheels his length around,
+    And so eludes him every nimble prey.
+
+  So have we known through prejudice and use,
+    A mind that crawls in one pernicious groove,
+  A dreary tunnel with the narrowest views,
+  A cumbrous mind inflexibly obtuse,
+    Which reason cannot turn nor feeling move.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE MOUNTAINS OF EL TIH.
+
+
+  The pilgrim on the bleached El Tih
+    Stares at the rocky wall awhile,
+  Nor through the shadeless glare can see,
+    Rift, pathway, or defile.
+
+  Yet, just one burning corner past,
+    Behold the glittering cliffs dispart;
+  He finds himself ascending fast
+    Into the mountain's heart.
+
+  When troubles thus a barrier raise,
+    Oh, yield not to despair or wrath,
+  Press for the turn; by His own ways
+    Great God will show the path.
+
+
+
+
+DAMASCUS IN THE EVENING.
+
+
+  The dream of an enchanted home
+      Set in an emerald frame,
+  Peach bloom, and topaz walls, and dome,
+      And minarets of flame;
+  So the great city flashed on us,
+  Descending Antilibanus.
+
+  From lower slopes a change we see;
+      The towers, like white-stoled maids,
+  All bleached to purest ivory,
+      Arise from purple shades:
+  So the great city smiled on us,
+  Descending Antilibanus.
+
+  But soon within her gates we found
+      The grace and glory gone:
+  Darkness for splendour all around,
+      And clay for precious stone.
+  Was this the joy that beamed on us,
+  Descending Antilibanus?
+
+  Again a change--a door we pass--
+      O magical surprise!
+  Fount, lamps, divans, arcaded glass,
+      A traveller's paradise!
+  Emblems of life and death with us
+  We brought from Antilibanus.
+
+
+
+
+THE TWO GOATS.
+
+
+  Two goats met on an Alpine ridge,
+    Sharp, sheer, and horrible to see;
+  One crouched and formed a living bridge,
+    And so they passed unscathed and free.
+
+  That both might prosper one must bend,
+    Oh, learn the lesson, reader mine!
+  So shalt thou compass mercy's end,
+    And so conform to love divine.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE ARAB WELL.
+
+
+  Ah me! it is a cruel spell
+    For Truth as for mankind,
+  If to the depth of yonder well
+    The goddess be consigned.
+
+  For there the sex in daily rout
+    With scandal taint the air;
+  No lying rumour runs about
+    But hath a mother there.
+
+  Dumb Truth the while in that dark place
+    A laughing-stock is laid;
+  They dash the bucket in her face,
+    Widow, and wife, and maid.
+
+
+
+
+THE DEAD CROCODILE.
+
+
+  Upon the bank of ancient Nile,
+    A shoal of Arab boys
+  Belaboured a dead crocodile,
+    With oriental noise.
+
+  They cursed his mother and his beard,
+    They cursed his spotted sire,
+  They kicked, and smote, and spat, and jeered,
+    And pelted him with mire.
+
+  They lashed a cord around his jaws,
+    They sat astride his back,
+  They twisted round his webbed claws,
+    And made the sinews crack.
+
+  When all at once the cold dead thing,
+    As by Galvani's art,
+  Its flabby tail appeared to swing
+    With momentary start.
+
+  Away, away, fled every one,
+    Round corners and up trees,
+  And left the monster all alone
+    In death's unbroken peace.
+
+  Emblem of cowardice is here,
+    Patent to mind and eye:
+  What they deserve such wretches fear,
+    Without a danger nigh.
+
+
+
+
+THE HY�NA.
+
+
+  I saw a foul hy�na led,
+    Two slaves his snout had bound,
+  Captured within a tomb they said,
+  And showed his jaws still reeking red
+    With blood from holy ground.
+
+  Vile scribblers in their greed of gold,
+    Thus through death's cerements thrust,
+  'Mid scandals there obscene and old,
+  And tales of darkness best untold,
+    Battening on filthy dust.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+GRATITUDE.
+
+
+  The Moslem who accepts your alms
+    Thanks God alone, the kind and true;
+  The Frank, if guerdon cross his palms,
+    Thanks only you.
+
+  Both kindness here, and grace above,
+    Duly should every heart confess;
+  And they who slight a brother's love,
+    Slight God's no less.
+
+
+
+
+THE NUBIAN BOATMEN.
+
+
+  These bronze-armed slaves so lithe and strong,
+      Row on for many a glassy mile
+      Through burning hours, and all the while
+  They praise in sweet recurring song,
+      "The Lord that brings the Nile."
+
+  O thou, recumbent traveller, note
+      Approval of their simple ways,
+      Who lighten toil with pious lays;
+  'Twere ill adown life's stream to float
+      Without or work or praise.
+
+
+
+
+THE CHRISTIAN PILGRIM.
+
+
+  Now the Christian pilgrim wanders
+    'Mid ravines of sin and care;
+  On the craggy ledge he ponders,
+    Probing all with staff of prayer.
+
+  Freshened by the wayside fountain
+    With the flag of peace still furled,
+  Lo! he hails the shining mountain
+    O'er the ruins of the world.
+
+  There upon the heights of glory,
+    Lettered on the golden clay,
+  He shall read Earth's complex story
+    And his banner float for aye.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE FORGET-ME-NOT.
+
+
+  Among the meadow-grasses dank
+    That fringe the running stream,
+  This little flower begems the bank
+    With turquoise-coloured gleam.
+
+  Emblem of many a mortal's lot,
+    Who, tracking bygone years,
+  Still finds the sweet Forget-me-not
+    Fast by the fount of tears.
+
+
+
+
+TEXTS ON TOMBSTONES.
+
+
+  Where round our church the pious stones
+    Watch the green pillows of the dead,
+  Pass not, but read in reverent tones
+    The silent Scripture overhead.
+
+  From desert peak the storm-cloud poured
+    Light on the tables of the Law,
+  But sunshine here o'er flowers and sward
+    Reveals the grace that softens awe.
+
+  And faith will greet on many a tomb
+    An emblem of His loving speech
+  Who said, if every mouth were dumb
+    The very stones His truth would teach.
+
+
+
+
+ROSE GARDEN AT ASHRIDGE.
+
+
+  Softly at noontide one reposes
+    When sunshine melts the thought to dream,
+  Within this labyrinth of roses
+    Whose centre is the fountain's gleam.
+
+  We match our mortal life and beauty,
+    With this ineffable array
+  Of creatures free from sin and duty,
+    Delicious even in decay;
+
+  And love, in you, O blooms and fountain,
+    A brilliant emblem here to own
+  Of souls upon the shining mountain,
+    Exulting round the Mercy throne,
+
+  Where, lovelier than the loveliest flowers,
+    And all like you in God's employ,
+  They shine their everlasting hours,
+    And shed around a glorious joy.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE HEIFER DEPRIVED OF HER MATES.
+
+
+  For absent friends and interrupted loves
+    See yonder solitary heifer mourn,
+  As questing vainly round the close she roves,
+    Of all her spotted yoke-fellows forlorn.
+
+  Quickened like us this thing of kindred clay
+    Frets with our passions, trembles with our fears,
+  But lacking spirit-wings it finds no way
+    To hopes that shine above the fount of tears.
+
+
+
+
+DUCKS AT PLAY.
+
+
+  They flirt and flounce with many a quack and blow,
+    Those ducks intoxicate with summer rain;
+  Then deeply dive, and hidden long below,
+    From unexpected places rise again.
+
+  Thus our old playmates in life's widening stream,
+    Amid the crossing currents disappear,
+  Yet haply show again as in a dream
+    With startling gladness after many a year.
+
+
+
+
+THE TAME HARE.
+
+
+  Was never beast so cautious seen
+    As Tiny our pet hare;
+  He sniffs at dado, chair, and screen,
+    With such suspicious care.
+
+  Yet when his nightly quest is o'er,
+    Each rift and corner scanned,
+  He'll spring around and snatch his store
+    Of parsley from my hand.
+
+  With Puss let all suspicion end;
+    The jealous heart will rue;
+  Ah! never doubt an ancient friend,
+    Though wary with the new.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE WATCHFUL DOG.
+
+
+  One ear he held, a flapping dockleaf, low,
+    The other pricking like a horn on high;
+  This heeded all around that come and go,
+    And this the larks careering up the sky.
+
+  Smile, twofold man, yet own your emblem here,
+    Spirit and flesh alert for duty's call;
+  And, 'mid the discords of this earthly sphere,
+    Hearken the voice of Heaven above them all.
+
+
+
+
+THE PUPPIES AND THE THUNDER.
+
+
+  We heard the puppies madly scold,
+    When crashed on high the thundering peal;
+  They leaped aloft, as though to hold
+    The lightning by the heel.
+
+  And as the flashes followed fast,
+    Still sharper rang the yelping tone,
+  Till hoarse and worn they sank at last,
+    Yet rolled the thunder on.
+
+  So worth above detraction's rout
+    Maintains its even lofty course,
+  And clamour ceases, wearied out
+    With its own futile force.
+
+
+
+
+EMBLEM OF TRUE PHILOSOPHY.
+
+
+  At fashion's call with cruel shears
+  They cropped poor Tray's superfluous ears;
+  Twice shrieked the mutilated pup,
+  Then sniffed and ate the fragments up,
+  Nor stayed his losses to deplore,
+  But wagged his tail and craved for more.
+  Here, without Tupper, we may see
+  The marrow of philosophy,
+  The how and where with natural ease
+  To stow away our miseries;
+  Nor simply to gulp down our pain,
+  But turn disaster into gain;
+  And when her scissors shear our pate
+  To batten on the spoils of Fate.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE GUIDE-POST.
+
+
+  Vainly, unlettered youth, you come
+    And scrutinise each painted word,
+  No aid those arms all fixed and dumb,
+    To your perplexity afford.
+
+  God's ministers life's guide-posts are,
+    And to the people roundly tell
+  At each cross road and thoroughfare,
+    The track to Heaven, the ways to Hell.
+
+  Still more, they purge the darkened mind
+    With helping hands and tongues of fire;
+  What boots the guide-post to the blind,
+    Or paralytic in the mire?
+
+
+
+
+THE WAYSIDE MONITOR.
+
+
+  To one of Nature's loving tricks
+      Chance lent a solemn power,
+  A skull beneath a crucifix
+      Upheld a shining flower.
+
+  This by the road a traveller saw,
+      And wondering could not chuse
+  But nearer still and nearer draw,
+      In silence then to muse.
+
+  To faith he owned with bated breath
+      An emblematic call;
+  Life blooming in the jaws of death,
+      And Jesus over all.
+
+
+
+
+THE BOOMERANG.
+
+
+  On isles within a distant zone,
+  Where bows are slighted or unknown,
+  Of toughest wood they say is made
+  A missile with a curving blade,
+  Which at an angle cleaves the air,
+  And smites its victim unaware.
+  But, should a hand unskilful throw,
+  It works an unexpected woe,
+  Swift on its owner whirling back
+  Like levin on its deadly track.
+  So from malicious lips slung forth,
+  False words of calumny or wrath
+  Recoil upon the utterer's heart,
+  Inflicting with remorseful dart
+  The festering wound, so slow to heal
+  In breasts that are not brass or steel.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE WRONG PLACE.
+
+
+  Friend Colin reared his country seat
+    Close to a group of noble trees,
+  He blessed their shadows in the heat,
+    He blessed their music in the breeze.
+
+  Grown old and sere, he dreads their fall,
+    'Tis safety waging war with taste;
+  He cries, "Down with them one and all,
+    Were never wych elms so misplaced."
+
+  So they who neither thought nor planned
+    Hold for secure some transient good,
+  And having built upon the sand,
+    Declaim against the wind and flood.
+
+
+
+
+THE WRONG TIME.
+
+
+  Some indiscreet Abderite boys
+      Within a limpet's hollow,
+  Offer'd in laurel-juice blue flies
+      As victims to Apollo.
+
+  The god appeased will bless, they thought,
+      Our tasks of prose and rhyme;
+  So they the flitting insects caught,
+      But lost the flitting time.
+
+  When Pedagogue their progress tries,
+      Nor finds the lesson done,
+  In vain they plead the sacrifice,
+      He whips them every one.
+
+
+
+
+TRAVELLING FOR EXCITEMENT.
+
+
+  I heard the great gorilla roar,
+    My icy blood did curdling creep,
+  Astride the Erymanthian boar,
+    The brute came crashing through my sleep.
+
+  I woke, and there all fleecy white,
+    My dainty dog in sunshine played,
+  His feathery paw, which caused the fright,
+    Upon my bosom gently laid.
+
+  "Thank heaven," I gasped, and quivering cried,
+    For still the roaring shook my ear,
+  "Why seek Gaboona's deadly tide,
+    When I can thrill in safety here?"
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE HAWSER.
+
+
+  We saw a crew in bygone years
+    Bear out a hawser long and good,
+  Which to the tune of mighty cheers
+  That stirred our hearts and stunned our ears,
+    Drew forth a barque from shoal and mud.
+
+  Large-hearted love thus flies to save
+    Some victim of life's treacherous sea,
+  From the oppressor's deadly cave,
+  From calumny's o'erwhelming wave,
+    Or sordid sink of poverty.
+
+
+
+
+TRAINED CORMORANTS.
+
+
+  These cormorants bear a metal ring,
+    The channel of their greed to stay,
+  So trained--they are not taught to sing--
+  They dive at will and catch and bring,
+    But cannot gorge the prey.
+
+  When orators in their excess
+    Blab forth what prudence would conceal,
+  Say, could their partisans wish less
+  Than for a ring their throats to press,
+    And throttle half their zeal?
+
+
+
+
+THE BAT.
+
+
+  O plumeless bird, O legless mouse;
+      Between the night and day,
+  Flitting around my summer-house
+      In quest of insect prey.
+
+  In thee a type of man is seen,
+      Half ape, half angel he,
+  Hope chases the dim hours between
+      Blank and eternity.
+
+  But when his twilight course is o'er,
+      Freed from the bestial clay,
+  Above the angels he shall soar
+      In everlasting day.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+WATERFALL BY THE SEA.
+
+
+  This little fountain night and day
+    So far from all the flowers,
+  Chants to itself, and flings away
+    A wealth of diamond showers.
+
+  Incessantly without demand,
+    Here Nature's purest gift
+  Moistens the unproductive sand,
+    Or floats the base sea-drift.
+
+  So from the living Rock above,
+    On stony hearts and ears
+  The message falls of Gospel love,
+    Where not a fruit appears.
+
+  Judge not, O stranger, thus, but know
+    There many a thirsty fleet
+  Has filled its casks to overflow,
+    And found the water sweet.
+
+  Though hearts awhile may stony prove,
+    And fruitless as the main,
+  God's mingled stream of truth and love
+    Has never flowed in vain.
+
+
+
+
+THE DYING SWAN.
+
+
+  _Host._
+
+  Tell me, O pilgrim! for my soul is stirred,
+    On what far shore the willing winds prolong
+  The melody of that imperial bird
+    Which sings to chill-eared death its only song.
+
+
+  _Pilgrim._
+
+  Not mine Ogygian secrets to impart;
+    But this they said where vague Meander shone,
+  That only he who hath the poet's heart
+    May hear the music of the dying swan.
+
+
+
+
+THE PEACOCK.
+
+
+  O paragon of feathered grace,
+    What charms thy neck enfold,
+  Backed by that glorious orbed space
+    Thick starred with eyes of gold.
+
+  Though Philomela soothe the night,
+    'Tis thine to paint the day;
+  And each a splendour and delight
+    Sheds on our earthly way.
+
+  So in thy beauty I rejoice,
+    Nor flout thy tuneless cries;
+  Peacocks with Philomela's voice,
+    Sing but in Paradise.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE HUNTER.
+
+  True Faith.
+
+
+  A royal boon for man's delight
+    We deem this noble steed,
+  So great in his enduring might
+    Of courage, spring, and speed.
+
+  And as from coronet to crest
+    I muse the creature o'er,
+  There rises freely in my breast
+    One happy emblem more.
+
+  'Tis Faith, the spirit-steed so strong,
+    God's gift to our poor race,
+  Which bears the soul of man along
+    Through duty's arduous chase.
+
+  With reason's rein his fervour guide
+    O soul, he'll carry thee
+  Safe up the jagged mountain's side
+    As on the level lea.
+
+  Alike to him the morn outspread,
+    Or midnight on his way,
+  The fields of light where he was bred
+    Know neither night nor day.
+
+  The floods in vain lift up their voice,
+    No slough makes him despond;
+  His rider smiles at ocean's voice,
+    And cries, "Beyond! beyond!"
+
+  He leaps with a sublime delight
+    O'er �ther's flaming zones,
+  And cheers the rider with the sight
+    Of Heaven and all its thrones.
+
+  Best at the last, he knows not death;
+    And when the chase is o'er,
+  Changes the simple name of "Faith"
+    To "Joy for evermore."
+
+
+
+
+THE RACER.
+
+
+  While to the racer swift and strong,
+      Inexorable fate
+  Assigns the weight, the spur, the thong,
+  The choking struggle sharp and long,
+      The owner wins the plate.
+
+  Falls to the hind rasped down by toil,
+      And prematurely old,
+  The scanty dole his only spoil
+  From lifelong battle with the soil,
+      The master wins the gold.
+
+  Now comes a crying through the air,
+      The peasant's righteous call;
+  Lords of the land in liberal care
+  Earth's profit with the workers share,
+      And we'll be winners all.
+
+
+
+
+THE SYBARITES.
+
+  Valour, not ornament, Wins the life tournament.
+
+
+  The silken Sybarites, we know,
+    In their superfluous elegance,
+  To measured music, swift or slow,
+    Had trained their battle steeds to dance.
+
+  'Twas thus they fell before the flutes
+    Of that sagacious Spartan crew,
+  For with the caracoling brutes
+    What could such dainty riders do?
+
+  O tutors! nerve your pupils' hearts
+    With energy for strenuous deeds,
+  Or all your sciences and arts
+    May prove but Sybaritic steeds.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+FRANCIS PERRIER THE ENGRAVER.
+
+  With our needs change our deeds.
+
+
+  That coinless youth who left his home
+    Was wealthy in an ardent soul,
+  For, failing other ways to Rome,
+    He led the blind and shared his dole.
+
+  But when the guidance reached its end,
+    The sacred seat of art and fame,
+  His skilful burin stood his friend,
+    And won him competence and name.
+
+  He leads no more the poor and blind,
+    His walk in life is altered quite;
+  The rich he guides to art refined,
+    And caters for the keenest sight.
+
+
+
+
+ROME.
+
+
+  Three symbols in one sketch combine
+    The charms, O Rome, we find in thee,
+  The dome, the monument, the pine,
+    Nature, and Art, and Memory.
+
+
+
+
+THEODORIC.
+
+  "Conscience makes cowards of us all."
+
+
+  A tale grotesque in old-world story read
+    Of conscience in its dread fantastic force,
+  Tells at a banquet how a fish's head
+    Wrought in the tyrant an insane remorse.
+
+  For great Theodoric with blood imbrued,
+    Blood of the guiltless, was to death struck down,
+  When in the dull-eyed sturgeon's face he viewed
+    Stark murdered Symmachus' avenging frown.
+
+
+
+
+SOCIAL LIFE A PICNIC.
+
+
+  By many an image, saint and sage
+    Have figured human life;
+  A mart, a maze, a pilgrimage,
+    A race, a battle strife.
+
+  And many another he might phrase
+    Who studies as they pass
+  The human emmet's social ways,
+    Through observation's glass.
+
+  So in my emblem I compare
+    Life to that summer feast
+  Where every guest supplies a share,
+    The greatest and the least,
+
+  In this wide hall which God hath built
+    And hung with landscapes round,
+  Whose belted dome at night is gilt
+    With stars on azure ground.
+
+  And here beneath the varying sky,
+    'Mid meadows, streams, and trees,
+  I place my motley company
+    Reclined in summer ease.
+
+  In circles set by chance or choice,
+    Custom, or birth, or creed;
+  Yet none so wide but hand or voice
+    May minister at need.
+
+  To live and let live their intent,
+    And viands interchange,
+  Piquant, and sweet, and succulent,
+    The homely and the strange.
+
+  Bitters and acids some supply,
+    And some the loving cup,
+  While some exhibit wondrously
+    A zeal for stirring up.
+
+  Lo, where apart by fount and rock
+    Sit lovers all in pairs;
+  Here grin buffoons, here cynics mock
+    Our follies and our cares.
+
+  See too the bores, expect no less
+    From any crowd on earth;
+  These teach us patience, we confess,
+    And give them ample berth.
+
+  Now let us range from group to group,
+    And mingle where we may;
+  Let no one scoff, or scorn to stoop,
+    It is but clay to clay.
+
+  Here all may gain, and all rejoice
+    Beneath the genial law
+  Proclaimed by Nature's loving voice
+    From Siam to Loch Awe.
+
+  "Mingle," she cries, "a glance, a tone
+    May play an angel's part,
+  And serve to pulverise the stone
+    Which chills the lonely heart."
+
+  "Mingle," she cries, "Who loves us best,
+    Society decreed;
+  And inequality the test
+    Of love in every need."
+
+  Here some are grand in gems and silk,
+    Some grim in ragged grey,
+  Poor parents bring but "mother's milk,"
+    And millionaires Tokay.
+
+  Some as if empty-handed come;
+    Yet with brave sound and show
+  Add to the brilliance and the hum;
+    Life scarce might these forego.
+
+  And faithful guests will aye believe
+    The poor who nought afford,
+  Welcomed, bring more than they receive,
+    In blessings from the Lord.
+
+  And surely 'twere a godless roll
+    Whose record should exclude
+  The hearts that feed the hungry soul
+    With spiritual food.
+
+  The cates that wit and science bring,
+    Beauty, and art, and joy,
+  The arms that toil and tongues that sing
+    Might Homer's lyre employ.
+
+  My emblem briefly would express
+    The wealth of deed and speech
+  Man brings to man, wherewith to bless
+    All hearts within their reach,
+
+  So they observe as they approve,
+    The golden rule divine,
+  His sacramental law of Love
+    Who blessed the bread and wine.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE HIPPOCAMPUS, OR SEA-HORSE.
+
+
+  Sea minnow this with pony's crest,
+    Just one of Amphitrite's toys,
+  With which her Nereids coax to rest
+    The little stormy Triton boys;
+
+  In truth, a tiny twisted thing
+    Which cast upon that golden shore
+  The dark-eyed boys to strangers bring
+    Where sang Parthenope of yore.
+
+  Device befitting sculptured page
+    Quaintly with whiffs of song entwined,
+  Waif from the ebbing tide of age,
+    A Hippocampus of the mind,
+
+  Which seeks from out the old and new,
+    A happy cento to compile,
+  Whose signs and words around may strew
+    The soothing of a quiet smile.
+
+  Now in the fish some hearts may claim
+    A symbol ever dear to us;
+  And some the pony pet, though lame,
+    A little mule of Pegasus.
+
+  Then haste, thou atom of a book,
+    To young and old with cheery call;
+  In town, or train, or pastoral nook,
+    Thy message has a word for all.
+
+
+
+
+BIVALVES
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+BIVALVES.
+
+
+ABSTINENCE AND TEMPERANCE.
+
+  Proud Abstinence the gifts of Heaven denies;
+      But Temperance the Giver justifies.
+
+
+AFFECTATION AND RUDENESS.
+
+  Affected manners irritate we know,
+  But rudeness hurts us like a clumsy blow.
+
+
+ALMSGIVING.
+
+  Deny yourself how much let no one see;
+  God loves a secret costly charity.
+
+
+ARCHITECT.
+
+  O Architect! beware how you begin:
+  Who founds in error elevates a sin.
+
+
+ART.
+
+  When Genius took fair Nature to his heart,
+  She bore a daughter, and her name is Art.
+
+
+ART.
+
+  Five powers combine for Art's successful course:
+  Truth, beauty, passion, unity, and force.
+
+
+BEAUTY.
+
+  A stream to feed love, joy, and wonder given;
+  It blesses Earth, but springs and ends in Heaven.
+
+
+BOOKS.
+
+  Books I prefer, for when not to my mind,
+  I shut them up; not so with human kind.
+
+
+CANDOUR.
+
+  You speak out what you think, I hear you boast;
+  To think out what you speak would profit most.
+
+
+CANDOUR.
+
+  You always speak your mind; then cautious be;
+  No mind from prejudice is always free.
+
+
+CERTAIN PREACHERS.
+
+  He preaches like those thorn trees which men say
+  Pierce to the quick, and hold you half the day.
+
+
+CHRISTIAN LOVE.
+
+  A loving nature is a lovely prize,
+  But Christian love all nature beautifies.
+
+
+COMMUNISM.
+
+  Equalise all men! let a year go round,
+  And where will your equality be found?
+
+
+COMPARISON OF POETS.
+
+  Comparison of poets nought avails:
+  Eagles with pards, gazelles with nightingales!
+
+
+CONTROVERSIALIST'S USE OF THE BIBLE.
+
+  An armourer's store they make the Book; O scandal!
+  Where each may find a blade to suit his handle.
+
+
+COWARDICE.
+
+  Alone, the coward is his shadow's slave:
+  Spectators make the vain enact the brave.
+
+
+CRITICISM.
+
+  Truth, taste, and learning, twine the living three,
+  And thou, O critic, shalt my Hermes be.
+
+
+DELUSION.
+
+  For seven years only will this world be seen,
+  Says one; but hires a mansion for fourteen.
+
+
+DETRACTION.
+
+  Like a bad habit oft this vice prevails,
+  Some nibble characters as some their nails.
+
+
+DIFFERENCE IN JUDGING OTHERS.
+
+  The bad condemn with savagery and sneer,
+  The good arraign in sorrow and in fear.
+
+
+DREAMS.
+
+  Sleep hath drugged Reason; Fancy Memory weds;
+  Lo, the wild offspring with a hundred heads.
+
+
+DUTY TO GOD.
+
+  What frenzy dreams of an unpunctual sun?
+  Lord, as in Heaven, on Earth Thy Will be done.
+
+
+EARTH.
+
+  To him who sets on earth his only care,
+  Life is idolatry, and Death despair.
+
+
+ELEVATED NONENTITY.
+
+  Through all these years attendance thus to dance,
+  To gain a public insignificance!
+
+
+ENTHUSIASTS.
+
+  But for such flight, although it frantic seems,
+  Spirits would crawl; no mean without extremes.
+
+
+EXPERIENCE.
+
+  The hard-won fruit of failure and of sorrow,
+  The wisdom many buy, but few will borrow.
+
+
+FACTS AND IDEAS.
+
+  We cherish our ideas like hot-house flowers,
+  Fact, stubborn ass, breaks in and all devours.
+
+
+FACTS AND IMAGINATION.
+
+  In facts amassed a world chaotic lies,
+  Imagination bids the Kosmos rise.
+
+
+FAITH.
+
+  Faith prays more fervently for love than light;
+  Love's voice will guide to Heaven though all be night.
+
+
+FAITH WITHOUT LOVE.
+
+  Who loveless faith imbibes, that devil's drink,
+  Makes life a mad-house, death a fiery sink.
+
+
+FAITH AND REASON.
+
+  Reason, God's revelation shows to Faith,
+  Faith, Reason arms for sorrow or for death.
+
+
+FAITH'S EFFECT.
+
+  Pierced hearts by faith may light and cheerful be;
+  Pure gold admits the finest filigree.
+
+
+FEAR OF PEDANTRY.
+
+  Scared by the name of pedant, many flee
+  Into pert slang or tedious levity.
+
+
+FIRE-EATER.
+
+  The roar of cannon-balls delights his ears,
+  To him it is the music of the spheres.
+
+
+FOOLHARDINESS.
+
+  Take sense away and men won't dare the less,
+  But courage then we call foolhardiness.
+
+
+FRIENDSHIP.
+
+  Scan not a friend with microscopic glass;
+  You know his faults, then let his foibles pass.
+
+
+GENIUS.
+
+  Draws like Prometheus from the heavenly hearth
+  Creative fire that glorifies our earth.
+
+
+GENIUS AND TALENT.
+
+  This, Talent reproduces to a turn,
+  Brightly it shines, but ah! it will not burn.
+
+
+HALF BETTER THAN THE WHOLE.
+
+  Share happy fortune with thy friend, my soul,
+  So shall thy half be better than the whole.
+
+
+HAPPINESS.
+
+  Isle of our hopes beyond the sea of tears,
+  Reefed round with sin and woe, delays and fears.
+
+
+HEARTLESS FUN.
+
+  Her rattling mouth-peals yield me no delight,
+  She laughs but with her teeth, and means to bite.
+
+
+HISTORY.
+
+  Fragments of fact mosaic-like combined,
+  All toned and tinted to the artist's mind.
+
+
+IGNORANT ANTAGONISM.
+
+  Wise opposition challenges advance,
+  But we recoil from arguing ignorance.
+
+
+ILL-NATURED SATIRE.
+
+  It wears away all love this trenchant art;
+  Whittling with keen-edged wit the hearer's heart.
+
+
+IMPARTIALITY.
+
+  Justice is easy, barring love or grudge;
+  But to thyself, that proves the righteous judge.
+
+
+IMPENITENT TEARS.
+
+  'Tis not for sin he droops his tearful eye,
+  'Tis not for sin, but the discovery.
+
+
+INCONSTANCY.
+
+  From love to love the heart inconstant veers
+  As passion fills the sail, and fancy steers.
+
+
+INJUDICIOUS PRAISE OF A PICTURE.
+
+  He praised the scarlet cap; this vexed my soul.
+  To praise a portion thus--condemns the whole.
+
+
+JEALOUSY.
+
+  Strange freak of selfishness which fiends approve,
+  With love intoxicate it murders love.
+
+
+JOKING.
+
+  Join in his joke against himself and friends,
+  But do so mildly or your friendship ends.
+
+
+JUST AND GENEROUS.
+
+  Art just? be more--be generous all the while;
+  Dost give? give quickly with a loving smile.
+
+
+LIFE.
+
+  Life is a task which takes a life to know;
+  How it is learnt another life must show.
+
+
+LIFE.
+
+  Life is a long enigma; true, my friend;
+  Read on, read on, the answer's at the end.
+
+
+LIFE'S GARDEN.
+
+  Life's garden tilled with toil and tears we see;
+  No Paradise, sometimes Gethsemane.
+
+
+LIGHT AND SHADE.
+
+  He never marked the sunshine on his track,
+  Till from the chilly shadows he looked back.
+
+
+LITERARY QUARRELS.
+
+  Hard thrusts and ink shed mark the scribbler's strife,
+  Charge, counter-charge, war to the paper-knife.
+
+
+LIMPNESS.
+
+  Your feeble minds and self-indulgent wills,
+  Are patients ready to gulp Satan's pills.
+
+
+LOVE.
+
+  Let not Love sleep cocoon-like, self-infurled,
+  Spin the fair silk, O man, and clothe the world.
+
+
+LOVE THE TYRANT.
+
+  Sweet playfellow is Love, but let him rule,
+  A tyrant he becomes, and you his fool.
+
+
+LOVE AND TRUTH.
+
+  Love without Truth is but a bubble fair;
+  Burst through the glitter, and your joy is air.
+
+
+MAN'S VIEW OF PROVIDENCE.
+
+  What suits their turn is providential all;
+  That which does not by other names they call.
+
+
+OBSCURE SPECULATION.
+
+  If "fools rush in where angels fear to tread,"
+  When wise men follow what is to be said?
+
+
+ORIGINALITY.
+
+  A dexterous following is admired by all,
+  But few dare praise the brave original.
+
+
+PAINTERS.
+
+  Painters are men, and haply Claude and Titian
+  Discussed as we brown pink, and composition.
+
+
+PEACE AND WAR.
+
+  Broken is many a heart by war accurst;
+  Some think by peace and plenty they would burst.
+
+
+POINT OF VIEW.
+
+  He views all subjects from one point alone;
+  Need it be said that point is just his own?
+
+
+PRE-RAFFAELITES.
+
+  Make to the whole subservient every part;
+  Your piecemeal excellence shows skill not art.
+
+
+PRIDE.
+
+  "I have no pride, not I," the donkey cries;
+  "What can an ass be proud of?" fox replies.
+
+
+PRIDE IN SMALL MATTERS.
+
+  "How splendidly I milk!" you make me laugh;
+  Who milks a cow the best must be a calf!
+
+
+PROOF OF WORTH.
+
+  Slight not the world, but still console thy breast
+  When those esteem thee most who know thee best.
+
+
+RECRIMINATION.
+
+  Do not recriminate; that biting strain
+  Backward and forward will saw love in twain.
+
+
+SCHOLARSHIP.
+
+  For scholarship few read, not one in twenty;
+  But make it Fellowship, and you'll find plenty.
+
+
+SCRIPTURE AND PRIDE.
+
+  Who weighs his worth by God's eternal word
+  Finds pride a curse, and vanity absurd.
+
+
+SELF.
+
+  On your own merits to descant be shy,
+  Or false, or true, the end is vanity.
+
+
+SELF-LOVE.
+
+  Monimia's constancy we all must feel,
+  She loves herself, and is as true as steel.
+
+
+SHAKSPEARE AND MILTON.
+
+  A lofty Christian shrine our Milton is,
+  But Shakspeare is the world's metropolis.
+
+
+SLOW WIFE AND FAST HUSBAND.
+
+  On his wild ways as calmly smileth she,
+  As the May moon upon a roaring sea.
+
+
+SORROW.
+
+  Sorrow's dark storm he blesses through all years
+  Who finds the priceless pearl among his tears.
+
+
+TENNYSON AND PETRARCH.
+
+  Love's laureate crown Italian Petrarch won;
+  Friendship's we twine for British Tennyson.
+
+
+TERROR.
+
+  The quivering flesh ignores the will's control,
+  Unnerved beneath the palsy of the soul.
+
+
+THE EPIGRAM.
+
+  Who for an epigram would try, nor fail,
+  Puts Attic salt upon his verse's tail.
+
+
+THE MOROSE MAN.
+
+  Carries within his heart a little hell,
+  And all his phrases of the sulphur smell.
+
+
+THE PROUD MAN.
+
+  Failing to rule shuts up his swelling breast;
+  Himself he cannot please, and scorns the rest.
+
+
+THE VAIN MAN.
+
+  Craves To Seem First in Matters Great Or Small;
+  Always, in Short, To Be Admired of All.
+
+
+THE LIKENESS BETWEEN THEM.
+
+  In this at least the proud and vain agree;
+  Each in his heart cries, "Fall and worship me!"
+
+
+THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THEM.
+
+  This, praise devoureth howsoe'er exprest,
+  This, starves in sullen fast denied the best.
+
+
+TO A TEAR.
+
+  O symbol dubious of mirth or woe!
+  Is't wit, or grief, or onions makes you flow?
+
+
+TRUTH AND LOVE.
+
+  Truth without Love its mark must often miss,
+  It gives a cuff when you expect a kiss.
+
+
+WAR.
+
+  Thousands on distant fields endure and die;
+  Thousands at home can give no reason why.
+
+
+WEAK AND STRONG.
+
+  Some by the strength of others keep alive;
+  But full as many on their weakness thrive.
+
+
+WISDOM.
+
+  Queen of all knowledge, thou, in every age!
+  Science thy counsellor, and Art thy page.
+
+
+WIT AND HUMOUR.
+
+  Wit from the mind, and Humour from the mode,
+  And each helps Mirth to cheer life's weary road.
+
+
+WIT, HUMOUR, AND COMEDY.
+
+  Humour is mode and form, Wit thought and sprite;
+  Both to combine is Comedy's delight.
+
+
+WIT, BEAUTY, AND PRONUNCIATION.
+
+  Like Cupid's bow her vermeil lip she bends,
+  And with a twang her flashing wit descends.
+
+
+WOMAN LOVES MAN OF RENOWN.
+
+  Dearer his name than beauty, youth, and pelf;
+  She'd be his Fame, and blow the trump herself.
+
+
+YOUTH AND AGE.
+
+  About the world Youth loves to peer and cruise,
+  About the world Age loves to hear and muse.
+
+
+
+
+  _Printed by R. & R. CLARK, Edinburgh._
+
+
+
+
+TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES:
+
+
+  Text in italics is surrounded with underscores: _italics_.
+
+  Superscripted text is preceded by a carat character with superscripted
+    text in curly braces: ^{ble.}
+
+  Punctuation has been corrected without note.
+
+  Obvious typographical errors have been corrected as follows:
+    Page 17: turn's changed to turns
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+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i">[i]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<p class="center"><span class="giant">A CENTURY OF EMBLEMS</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ii" id="Page_ii">[ii]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><i>Printed by</i> <span class="smcap">R. &amp; R. Clark</span>, <i>Edinburgh</i>.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[iii]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="big">A</span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="giant">Century of Emblems</span></p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="center"><span class="big">BY</span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">G. S. CAUTLEY</span></p>
+
+<p class="center">VICAR OF NETTLEDEN,<br />
+AUTHOR OF 'THE AFTERGLOW,' AND 'THE THREE FOUNTAINS.'</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="center"><span class="big">WITH ILLUSTRATIONS</span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="big">By the Lady Marian Alford, Rear-Admiral Lord W. Compton,<br />
+Ven<sup>ble.</sup> Lord A. Compton, R. Barnes, J. D. Cooper,<br />
+and the Author</span></p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="center"><span class="big">London<br />
+MACMILLAN AND COMPANY<br />
+1878</span></p>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[iv]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_005.png" alt="" /></div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[v]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_006.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[vi]</a></span></p>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[vii]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">To the Memory</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="big">OF</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="huge">CHARLES DOUGLAS,</span><br />
+
+MARQUIS OF NORTHAMPTON,<br />
+<br />
+<span class="big">THIS LITTLE BOOK,<br />
+<br />
+MAINLY DUE IN ITS PRESENT FORM TO<br />
+<br />
+HIS GENEROSITY AND COUNSEL,<br />
+<br />
+IS DEDICATED,<br />
+<br />
+IN ALL GRATEFUL AND TENDER RECOLLECTION<br />
+<br />
+BY</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="huge">THE AUTHOR.</span></p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[viii]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_009.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[ix]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_010.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">PREFACE.</span></p>
+
+
+<p>This small volume is the latest of above three thousand<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> of a similar
+kind, which, under the general title of "Books of Emblems" have followed
+in the wake of the <i>Libellus Emblematum</i>,<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> a work, much resembling a
+child's primer in outward appearance, published at Augsburg in <small>A.D.</small>
+1532, and composed by Andrea Alciati, a famous lawyer, antiquary, and
+litterateur of Milan.</p>
+
+<p>This book consisted of nearly a hundred Latin Epigrams, some original,
+some translated or paraphrased from the Greek, and each accompanied by
+a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[x]</a></span> rude woodcut illustration. Alciati was the first author who gave the
+name of Emblem to this form of expressing his ideas: and the notion for
+so doing was suggested by the original meaning of the word Emblem, which
+signifies anything inserted. The Greeks and Romans used to insert small
+pictures or bas-reliefs in the sides of vases, drinking-cups, and
+various other utensils: these little works of art were called Emblems:
+they were sometimes accompanied by mottoes or verses, and often made
+removable at pleasure, so that they formed no necessary part of the
+article which they adorned.</p>
+
+<p>Alciati, therefore, considering that the illustrations formed no
+necessary portion of his book, and that they were only inserted, as he
+says himself, to make his moral and philosophical teaching more
+attractive, gave to his collection of poems and pictures the name of
+"Book of Emblems."</p>
+
+<p>This idea took greatly with the public of his day, and for upwards of
+two hundred years afterwards, and generated a class of books now
+reckoned among the fossils of literature, which may be dug out of
+ancient libraries, or procured by chance here and there through the
+agency of those useful purveyors, the publishers of Catalogues of
+second-hand works.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[xi]</a></span>Now Emblem books have had their day, and are no longer regarded as a
+means of instruction or delight. They have done their duty as ornamental
+wits and lively educators, and now make way for others more suited to
+the age. There will be found very few theological teachers of our day
+who would, like Sebastian Stockhamer,<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> not only advise a patron to
+have the Emblems of Alciati always at hand at home and abroad, but
+suggest that he should do as Alexander did with the works of Homer,
+sleep with them under his pillow.</p>
+
+<p>He, therefore, who ventures to put forth his own conceits, clothed in
+this old-fashioned dress, before the present world of critical thinkers
+and impatient novel readers, must apologise for his intrusion and crave
+indulgence. Some, perhaps, who may look into these pages, will
+sympathise with the Author in the pleasure he has enjoyed in following
+the footsteps of the ingenious Emblematists of old, and will accept the
+subjoined Emblem as an illustration of their common feeling upon the
+subject:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center">Though the new be gold, some love the old.</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">[xii]</a></span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>"<span class="smcap">They</span> have wrecked the old farm with its chimneys so high,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And white flashing gables&mdash;my childhood's delight,</span><br />
+The old home is gone, and the sorrowing eye<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shuns the blue-slated upstart that glares from its site;"</span><br />
+So flowed my fresh feeling, when loud at my side<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rose the voice of a stranger arresting the tide:</span><br />
+<br />
+"What an emblem is here of the glories of change,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which purges and pares the old world to its quick;</span><br />
+Transforming that rat-hole and ricketty grange,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With its plaster and laths to a mansion of brick."</span><br />
+The prose chilled like ice,&mdash;I sank into my skin,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And felt my poor sentiment almost a sin.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+<p>The Author thinks it necessary to say, that circumstances over which he
+had no control prevented him from carrying out his original idea, which
+was that every set of verses should be accompanied by an illustration;
+and it is only by the assistance of many friends, to whom his best
+acknowledgments are due, that he has been able to provide the
+comparatively few accompanying woodcuts.</p>
+
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="center"><span class="big">FOOTNOTES:</span></p>
+
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> See p. 8 of Preface to "Andrea Alciati and his Book of
+Emblems," etc., by Henry Green, M.A.; London, Tr�bner and
+Co., 1872, in which the learned writer states he has "formed an
+index of Emblem Books of which the titles number upwards of
+3000, and the authors above 1300.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> This little book was followed by another of the same description
+published at Venice 1546. These two were afterwards
+combined into one volume.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> See p. 5 of his edition of A. Alciati Emblemata, 1556.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">[xiii]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_014.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">CONTENTS.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td><td><small>PAGE</small></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Proem</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_1">  1</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Emblems Everywhere</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_3">3</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Sun an Emblem of the Creator</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_4">4</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Sunset on Campagna of Rome</span> </td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Cupid Reformed</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Colossal Hand in Museum at Rome</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Puritans and Ritualists</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_9"> 9</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Beacon Crest</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_10"> 10</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Rooks</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_11">11</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Una</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Lighthouse built like a Church</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Church in the Valley</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Church Bells and Sheep Bells</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Brook at Sunset</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Church Tower at Sunset</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Summer Sunset</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_18">18</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Comet</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Rocket</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Girandola at Rome</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Moon</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Heaven Lights and Home Lights</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Cloud Emblem</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Cottage Smoke Ascending</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Smoke not Ascending</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td></tr>
+
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Careless Shepherd</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Child and Snakes</span> </td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_29">29</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiv" id="Page_xiv">[xiv]</a></span></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Innocence</span> </td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Hilarion</span> </td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Foolish Colt</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Trouts</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Platypus</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Rape of Proserpine</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Girls Running</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Siren</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Strange Choice</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Puddle</span> </td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Miry Lane</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Doubtful Race</span></td><td align="right"> <a href="#Page_42">42</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Sliding Boy</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Youth</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Ferry of Death</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Forge and the Sunset</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Undergrowth</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Winter in May</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Solitary</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Golden Mean</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_50">50</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Autumn</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Justissima Tellus</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Flinty Field</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Home and Abroad</span> </td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_54">54</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Distant Sounds</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Friendly Thorn</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Happiness</span> </td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Bridegroom to Bride</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Ear-Ring</span></td><td align="right"> <a href="#Page_59">59</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Garden Pool</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td></tr>
+
+
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Scarecrow</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">We judge Others by Ourselves</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_62">62</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xv" id="Page_xv">[xv]</a></span></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Lay Figure</span></td><td align="right"> <a href="#Page_63">63</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Windmill</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_64">64</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Fairies and Factories</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Righteous Overmuch</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_66">66</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Inexperience</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Sunken Iron-Clad</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Master's Will</span> </td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_69">69</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Now or Never</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Labour Lost</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_71">71</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Lost Fish</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_72">72</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Striking the Tent</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Turkish Bridge</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_74">74</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Crocodile</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Mountains of El Tih</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Damascus in the Evening</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Two Goats</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_78">78</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Arab Well</span> </td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Dead Crocodile</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_80">80</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Hy�na</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_81">81</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Gratitude</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_82">82</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Nubian Boatmen</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Christian Pilgrim</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_84">84</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Forget-me-not</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Texts on Tombstones</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_86">86</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Rose Garden at Ashridge</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Heifer deprived of Her Mates</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_88">88</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Ducks at Play</span> </td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_89">89</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Tame Hare</span></td><td align="right"> <a href="#Page_90">90</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Watchful Dog</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Puppies and the Thunder</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_92">92</a></td></tr>
+
+
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Emblem of True Philosophy</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_93">93</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Guide-Post</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_94">94</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xvi" id="Page_xvi">[xvi]</a></span></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Wayside Monitor</span> </td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_95"> 95</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Boomerang</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_96">96</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Wrong Place</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_97"> 97</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Wrong Time</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_98"> 98</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Travelling for Excitement</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Hawser</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_100">100</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Trained Cormorants</span> </td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_101">101</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Bat</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_102">102</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Waterfall by the Sea</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_103">103</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Dying Swan</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_104">104</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Peacock</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Hunter</span> </td><td align="right"> <a href="#Page_106">106</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Racer</span></td><td align="right"> <a href="#Page_108">108</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Sybarites</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_109">109</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Francis Perrier the Engraver</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Rome</span> </td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_111">111</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Theodoric</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_112">112</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Social Life a Picnic</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_113">113</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Hippocampus, or Sea-Horse</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_117">117</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Bivalves</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_121">121</a></td></tr></table>
+
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_017.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xvii" id="Page_xvii">[xvii]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_018.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">ILLUSTRATIONS.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td><td>&nbsp;</td><td align="right"><small>PAGE</small></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Emblems Everywhere</span></td><td align="center"><i>R. Barnes</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_3">3</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td><td align="center"><small><i>From Drawing by the Author.</i></small></td><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Cupid Reformed</span></td><td align="center"><i>J. D. Cooper</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td><td align="center"><small><i>From a slight Sketch by the late</i></small></td><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td><td align="center"><small><i>Marquis of Northampton.</i></small></td><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Beacon Crest</span></td><td align="center"><i>Rear-Admiral Lord W. Compton</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Lighthouse like a Church</span></td><td align="center"><i>The Author</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Brook at Sunset</span></td><td align="center"><i>Do.</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Comet</span></td><td align="center"><i>Do. and J. D. Cooper</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Moon</span></td><td align="center"><i>Do.</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_22"> 22</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Cottage Smoke Ascending</span></td><td align="center"><i>Do.</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_26"> 26</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Child and Snakes</span></td><td align="center"><i>Lady Marian Alford</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Foolish Colt</span></td><td align="center"><i>The Author</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Rape of Proserpine</span></td><td align="center"><i>Do.</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Strange Choice</span></td><td align="center"><i>Do.</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Doubtful Race</span></td><td align="center"><i>Do.</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_42"> 42</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Ferry of Death</span></td><td align="center"><i>R. Barnes</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td><td align="center"><small><i>From Sketch by the Author.</i></small></td><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Winter in May</span></td><td align="center"><i>The Author</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Autumn</span></td><td align="center"><i>Do.</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_51"> 51</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Home and Abroad</span></td><td align="center"><i>Do.</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_54">  54</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Happiness</span></td><td align="center"><i>R. Barnes</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_57"> 57</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xviii" id="Page_xviii">[xviii]</a></span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td><td align="center"><small><i>From Sketch by the Author.</i></small></td><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Scarecrow</span></td><td align="center"><i>The Author</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Windmill</span></td><td align="center"><i>Do.</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_64"> 64</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Inexperience</span></td><td align="center"><i>Rear-Admiral Lord W. Compton</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_67">  67</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Now or Never</span></td><td align="center"><i>Do.</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Striking the Tent</span></td><td align="center"><i>The Author</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Mountains of El Tih</span></td><td align="center"><i>Do.</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Arab Well</span></td><td align="center"><i>Do.</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Gratitude</span></td><td align="center"><i>R. Barnes</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_82">82</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td><td align="center"><small><i>From Drawing by the Author.</i></small></td><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Forget-me-not</span></td><td align="center"><i>The Author</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Heifer deprived of her Mates</span></td><td align="center"><i>Do.</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_88">88</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Watchful Dog</span></td><td align="center"><i>Do.</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Guide-Post</span></td><td align="center"><i>Do.</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_94"> 94</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Wrong Place</span></td><td align="center"><i>Do.</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_97">97</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Hawser</span></td><td align="center"><i>Rear-Admiral Lord W. Compton</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_100"> 100</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Waterfall by the Sea</span></td><td align="center"><i>The Author</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_103">103</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Hunter</span></td><td align="center"><i>Do.</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_106"> 106</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Francis Perrier</span></td><td align="center"><i>Do.</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Hippocampus</span></td><td align="center"><i>R. Barnes</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_117"> 117</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td><td align="center"><small><i>From Nature.</i></small></td><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Bivalves</span></td><td align="center"><i>Ven. Lord A. Compton</i></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_121">121</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Frontispiece and Frames to Woodcuts</span></td><td colspan="2" align="right"><i>Lady Marian Alford.</i></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p class="center"><span class="giant">A CENTURY OF EMBLEMS</span></p>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_021.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_022.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">PROEM.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">I had</span> not breathed such notes as these,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Save to myself in field or wood,</span><br />
+But for the venial hope to please<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some spirits of the wise and good.</span><br />
+<br />
+For honest mirth that sings the truth,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And shakes a bell in Folly's ear,</span><br />
+May serve a crumpled hour to smooth,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And whisk away a peevish tear;</span><br />
+<br />
+While haply to the heart may go<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some tones amid the fall and rise,</span><br />
+And stir the silent springs below<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of deeper, holier sympathies.</span><br />
+<br />
+So now into the streets of life<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I venture forth, but not alone,</span><br />
+Too well aware its roar and strife<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would drown my feeble undertone.</span><br />
+<br />
+And mindful of the world's disdain,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I mimic him of Rhodop�,<a name="FNanchor_A_4" id="FNanchor_A_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_4" class="fnanchor">[A]</a></span><br />
+And start, escorted by a train<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of beast, and bird, and flower, and tree;</span><br />
+<br />
+For lack of these, his guardian brood,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The poet in his lonely woe,</span><br />
+By Thracian dames was torn and strewed<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon the Hyperborean snow.</span><br />
+<br />
+Were these the critics of the day?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And does this ancient tale, forsooth,</span><br />
+Symbol the perils of his way<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who seeks to win by tuneful truth?</span><br />
+<br />
+Thrice welcome, then, O sister art!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Divert the eye with pictured spell,</span><br />
+Assume your own attractive part,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And share the wrath you may not quell.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="center"><span class="big">FOOTNOTE:</span></p>
+<div class="footnote"><p class="center"><a name="Footnote_A_4" id="Footnote_A_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_4"><span class="label">[A]</span></a> Orpheus.</p></div>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_023.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_024.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">EMBLEMS EVERYWHERE.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">A simple</span> faith, if fancy fed<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is girt with holy signs,</span><br />
+And common sights are seen and read<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As writ in holy lines.</span><br />
+<br />
+A fish, a ship, the night and day,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some Christian truth declare,</span><br />
+And e'en the winging crows display<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Black crosses in the air.</span><br />
+<br />
+Nor blame thou this simplicity,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For love is at the core,</span><br />
+Which only sees what others see,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But feels a little more.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE SUN AN EMBLEM OF THE CREATOR.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+'<span class="smcap">Mid</span> the glow of the dawning and dew of the mist,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The valley awakens in beauty and tears,</span><br />
+For the life-bringing day-star the ridges hath kiss'd,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the presence is felt ere the splendour appears.</span><br />
+<br />
+Now the cloud-curtain parts&mdash;from pavilion of gold<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The monarch goes forth with tiara of flame,</span><br />
+And his banners abroad to the zenith unrolled,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Reflect on our hearts the Ineffable Name.</span><br />
+<br />
+O emblem of Godhead! majestic, supreme,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Life drinks at thy fountain, its wave is our breath,</span><br />
+While in rapturous awe of the glory we dream<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose glance is creation, whose absence is death.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">SUNSET ON CAMPAGNA OF ROME.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">When</span> bathes the sun his burning crown,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Within old Ostia's main,</span><br />
+He sends transforming angels down<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon the Roman plain.</span><br />
+<br />
+Bright threads they fling of iris hue,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And scatter crimson plumes,</span><br />
+As if all nature to renew<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With showers of fiery blooms.</span><br />
+<br />
+See flashing out in golden grace<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A thousand arches rise,</span><br />
+And bridge the violet depths of space<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To mountains of surprise.</span><br />
+<br />
+To mountain waves of amethyst,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All flaming up carmine;</span><br />
+Upon each crest the angels rest<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who tend the sun's decline.</span><br />
+<br />
+But soon the subtle pomps of light<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Evade us like a dream,</span><br />
+And with a breath the greys of night<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Envelop every gleam.</span><br />
+<br />
+The fires are dead, the gold is stone,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The mountains, shadowy ghosts:</span><br />
+Ah, whither are the angels gone<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With all their radiant hosts?</span><br />
+<br />
+They travel on from height to height,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In splendour to diffuse</span><br />
+The truth that earth's divinest light<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hath no abiding hues.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_027.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_028.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">CUPID REFORMED.</span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Love trained is Heaven gained.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">You</span> say he wounds both good and naught,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Both old and young in wanton play,</span><br />
+Was never brat so badly taught,&mdash;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There, take his feathery stings away:</span><br />
+<br />
+Now send him to the Sunday school,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With decent frock o'er shoulders small,</span><br />
+There let him learn the golden rule,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He'll prove a cherub after all.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_029a.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">COLOSSAL HAND IN MUSEUM AT ROME,</span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><small>A.D.</small> 1856.</p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">This</span> hand colossal from Colossus torn,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This idol fragment pedestal'd on high,</span><br />
+Fulfils a nobler purpose now forlorn,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than in the pomp of its integrity.</span><br />
+<br />
+It heartens love, that finger pointing ever<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up towards the heavenly many-mansioned home,</span><br />
+Where members of one Lord no creed shall sever,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though sundered here, alas! in papal Rome.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_029b.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">PURITANS AND RITUALISTS.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">In</span> robes symbolical, through incensed air,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some pray in temples amid lights and hues,</span><br />
+While some in tabernacles simply bare,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beauty's bright aid mistrustingly refuse.</span><br />
+<br />
+Pray, Christians, as ye will, by nurture swayed,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Habit, tradition, phantasy, or youth&mdash;</span><br />
+With faith is all; our Lord hath only said,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He will be served in spirit and in truth.</span><br />
+<br />
+But, brethren of a brotherhood divine,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So dear to Him on whom ye daily call,</span><br />
+Why darken with the dust of strife malign<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sunshine of that love that blesses all?</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_030.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_031.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE BEACON CREST.</span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">To the Memory of Spencer, Marquis of Northampton.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">A blessing</span> on the beacon's name,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our guide across the midnight sea;</span><br />
+Who bears for crest that guardian flame,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Himself a burning light should be.</span><br />
+<br />
+And such thou wert, my patron dear,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy beams were justice, faith, and love;</span><br />
+Ah! may we by their memory steer,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Since thou art with the lights above.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">ROOKS.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">O rooks</span>, I love to watch through quiet eve<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your mystic circles in the golden air,</span><br />
+And in your solemn monotones conceive<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The instinct of a universal prayer.</span><br />
+<br />
+Welcome then, wide-winged blackamoors, who poise<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Inverted wigwams in the swaying heights,</span><br />
+And cheer the windy March with clanging noise,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Long may fate spare your labour and delights,</span><br />
+<br />
+Toilers and teachers strenuously good<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like you I see life's gusty hours defy,</span><br />
+Like you from earth they win their daily food,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like you they build their hopes and homes on high.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_032.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">UNA.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">We</span> thank thee, gentle Spenser, for thy song<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of Una, virgin Una brave and sweet,</span><br />
+Whose eloquence subdued the Satyr throng,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bowed the tearful monsters to her feet.</span><br />
+<br />
+Nor song alone but prophecy was thine,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Forecasting many a Una wise and mild,</span><br />
+Who spends her loving life in toil divine,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Taming street Arabs petulant and wild,</span><br />
+<br />
+The gutter offspring of a race obscure;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cheerly to these within their noxious dens</span><br />
+The Cross she brings, nor doubts its shining pure<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Grace through the gloom and mercy will dispense,</span><br />
+<br />
+And though to scare the ribald from her way<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No guardian lion by her side doth move,</span><br />
+The shield of faith she bears hath sovran sway,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the strong spirit of all-conquering love.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_034.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">LIGHTHOUSE BUILT LIKE A CHURCH.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">That</span> tapering Pharos pierces night<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As would a church bell tower;</span><br />
+And far and wide its streaming light<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Symbols the Church's power,</span><br />
+<br />
+Which flinging many a radiant clue<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er life's bewildering foam,</span><br />
+Guides weary souls the darkness through<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To their celestial home.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_035.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">CHURCH IN THE VALLEY.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">A tree</span> of life from Eden far,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O lowly church, you stand!</span><br />
+So stood the Lord whose sign you are,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And blessed the barren land.</span><br />
+<br />
+A tower of strength you show to all<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who recognise His grace:</span><br />
+The tender lights which round you fall<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Write heaven upon your face.</span><br />
+<br />
+Your bells down in the hollow lea<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cry as from sheltering nest,</span><br />
+"Come all ye labouring men to Me,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I will give you rest."</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">CHURCH BELLS AND SHEEP BELLS.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">The</span> sheep bells tinkle from the knoll<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Faintly and sweet 'twixt far and near,</span><br />
+But hark! at hand the funeral toll<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How solemn and how clear</span><br />
+<br />
+Each wafts a hint to faithful love<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of ever-mingling wealth and woe,</span><br />
+The energy of life above,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The requiem below.</span><br />
+<br />
+Now sweeps the wholesome evening breath<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As tho' a voice from Heaven should fall,</span><br />
+Blending the notes of life and death,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And harmonising all.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_036.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_037.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE BROOK AT SUNSET.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Could</span> Pison or Pactolus old<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Eclipse our little stream to-night?</span><br />
+What grape might yield a glossier gold,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Such amber streams,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">And ruby gleams</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Fringed all along with dazzling light</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That ripples down thro' emerald meadows bright?</span><br />
+<br />
+Brief pageant! minions of the sun,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With him the hues in gloom decline;</span><br />
+Then think on the Eternal One,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Sun of the soul,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">At whose control</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Outpours the living light divine,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The grace that turns life's water into wine.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE CHURCH TOWER AT SUNSET.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">See</span> with a radiance noontide never gave<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our little tower fling back the evening gold!</span><br />
+Like to a sunlit rose upon a grave,<br />
+Like to a star upon the midnight wave,<br />
+When all of earth that was so bright and brave<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is waning into dusk obscure and cold.</span><br />
+<br />
+So in the nightfall of that dread decay<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When worlds their borrowed lustre shall resign,</span><br />
+They who o'erlooked her on her lowly way,<br />
+They who despised her in her robes of clay,<br />
+Shall in the glory of her opening day<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bow down abashed before the Bride Divine.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">SUMMER SUNSET.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">I saw</span> the summer sunset die<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">On golden clouds beyond the rain,</span><br />
+I saw the dying Christian lie<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bright-eyed amid a weeping train.</span><br />
+<br />
+I read on evening's roseate pile<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hope of a lovelier day than this;</span><br />
+I hailed in that expiring smile<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Assurance of eternal bliss.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_039.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_040.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE COMET.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Lone</span> one, wilt thou no signal pass,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy mission to declare,</span><br />
+Whether a world-destroying mass,<br />
+Or flame-flower of Elysian grass,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or seraph's burning hair?</span><br />
+<br />
+Or may be torch from hearth unknown<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upheld by powers unseen,</span><br />
+Each pacing their appointed zone<br />
+In mute procession one by one<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A thousand years between.</span><br />
+<br />
+Let Time shake out my dribbling sand;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who would not die to see</span><br />
+The eternal treasures of a land<br />
+Whose glories shine above a strand<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With waifs and strays like thee!</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_041.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE ROCKET.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">The</span> child who sees the rocket fire<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its arch of stars o'er tower and plain,</span><br />
+Laments to find them all expire,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And but a worthless wand remain.</span><br />
+<br />
+And such with all its soaring sound<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is eloquence despite of art,</span><br />
+Whose flashy flights the ear astound,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But leave no light within the heart.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE GIRANDOLA AT ROME.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">O suns</span>! O founts! O domes of fire,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O palaces of seraph kings!</span><br />
+O shining ones who all aspire<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To fan the stars with flaming wings!</span><br />
+<br />
+My soul, what gracious glorious power<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To hue and radiance God hath given!</span><br />
+I felt as though for half-an-hour<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I stood before the gates of Heaven.</span><br />
+<br />
+Now all is dark, and so I bring<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With joy my splendid memories home,</span><br />
+And think of heaven whene'er I sing<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The bright Girandola of Rome.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_042.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_043.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE MOON</span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">On Earth disowned, in Heaven enthroned.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">When</span> first behind the woods arose<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The moon with red distempered fire,</span><br />
+We feared beyond the hilly close<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Some conflagration dire.</span><br />
+<br />
+But see her now enthroned on high,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Clear of the thwarting trees,</span><br />
+She glows upon the watchet sky<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">God's seal of golden peace.</span><br />
+<br />
+So spirits rich in grace divine<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Misunderstood, distorted, here,</span><br />
+Shall with unsullied lustre shine<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In Heaven's congenial sphere.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_044.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">HEAVEN LIGHTS AND HOME LIGHTS.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Pale</span> broken lights that close our heavenly view<br />
+Caressing eve ere weeps the twilight dew,<br />
+Tender ye are as love smiles shining through<br />
+Life's parting hour: adieu, dark day, adieu!<br />
+<br />
+Ye cheer our footsteps on the wintry way,<br />
+Kind hints from Heaven when earth is cold and gray.<br />
+Heaven is our home; and we but wanderers through<br />
+This glimmering vale: adieu, dark day, adieu!<br />
+<br />
+Short is our journey now, nor steep the road;<br />
+Sound still our limbs and light our daily load;<br />
+Chill night we leave behind, and hasten through<br />
+Home's glowing door: adieu, dark day, adieu!<br />
+<br />
+Dear emblems, these we cherish till the last<br />
+Deep nightfall on our brows the shadow cast,<br />
+And we by faith see glory shining through<br />
+The door of death: adieu, dark day, adieu!</td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">CLOUD EMBLEM.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Beneath</span> the vault of yonder clouds<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A lake of sunshine lies,</span><br />
+The rent between those shifting shrouds<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Reveals it to our eyes.</span><br />
+<br />
+The glory of its amber light<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Clasped by an opal shore,</span><br />
+Melts me to joy I cannot write<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And makes my heart adore.</span><br />
+<br />
+I feel as if the great white throne<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rose dazzling there above,</span><br />
+Nor inaccessible its zone<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To those that feel and love.</span><br />
+<br />
+Beneath, the elders all bow down<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Each in his radiant stole&mdash;</span><br />
+Each in the lake hath cast his crown,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The homage of a soul.</span><br />
+<br />
+Emblem of Heaven! sublime device!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No air can thee retain:</span><br />
+Read in the Word, the Heart, the Skies,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thee we shall meet again.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_047.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">COTTAGE SMOKE ASCENDING.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">The</span> silent smoke in column true<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Streams from the poor man's hearth,</span><br />
+Right up into the ether blue,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Uniting heaven and earth.</span><br />
+<br />
+From lowly hearts thus quiet prayer<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sends up a golden cord</span><br />
+To God's right hand, uniting there<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The labourer to his Lord.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_048a.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">SMOKE NOT ASCENDING.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">The</span> lolling smoke which clouds the noonday skies<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And mars the outline of our orchard trees,</span><br />
+Smirching the buds and blossoms, here supplies<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An emblem of the gross ignoble ease</span><br />
+<br />
+Of apathetic souls, which lost in sloth,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lifting no thought to heaven, with sordid care</span><br />
+Infect young hearts around, and check the growth<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of aspirations craving purer air.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_048b.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_049a.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE CARELESS SHEPHERD.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">How</span> like the world these flowery leas<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On which fantastic shadows play;</span><br />
+And, lo, the shepherd sleeps at ease,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sheep like sinners go astray.</span><br />
+<br />
+The night mist broods o'er yonder mere;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wake, slumberer! lest thy Lord complain</span><br />
+When the dim folding hour draws near,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thou shalt seek His lambs in vain.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_049b.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_050.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">CHILD AND SNAKES.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Haste</span>! ere the simple infant die<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which, lured by glistening strakes,</span><br />
+With tender fingers would untie<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That knot of tangled snakes.</span><br />
+<br />
+Thus man with a perverted skill,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In his own darkness blind,</span><br />
+The mystic coil of Fate and Will<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seeks madly to unbind.</span><br />
+<br />
+Guide Thou aright his questing zeal,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Teach him in Thy bright word</span><br />
+Content Thy perfect love to feel,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O Spirit of the Lord!</span></td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_051.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">INNOCENCE.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">We</span> children shuddered when we heard<br />
+Of many a pretty painted bird<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Held by the glittering eye</span><br />
+Of cruel serpent, fold on fold,<br />
+Close gliding, till with blood run cold<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The victim dropt to die.</span><br />
+<br />
+But we revived when friends would say<br />
+How rustling leaf, or broken spray<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Might foil the poisonous snare,</span><br />
+And how the bird, untranced and free,<br />
+Shoots like a meteor from the tree<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Into the azure air.</span><br />
+<br />
+So innocence may be beguiled<br />
+By sensual spirits masked and mild,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And feigning pure delight;</span><br />
+But dropt the mask,&mdash;on wings of prayer,<br />
+O'er mists of earth and clouds of air<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">She gains her holy height.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">HILARION.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">See</span> at Hilarion's saintly sign<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The serpent mount the pyre,</span><br />
+And all its scaly strength resign<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the consuming fire.</span><br />
+<br />
+Such is the miracle of Grace<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which on the pilgrim's way,</span><br />
+Ordains that hell's malignant race<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Should work its own decay.</span><br />
+<br />
+Let but the faithful suppliant urge,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">God will His fire impart,</span><br />
+The serpent coils of sin to purge<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From every willing heart.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_053.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_054.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE FOOLISH COLT.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">This</span> discontented colt, full fed,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Aweary of its pasture rich,</span><br />
+Half dislocates its brainless head<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For nettles in the dusty ditch.</span><br />
+<br />
+Skills not the amplest range of joys,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What we have not is our desire;</span><br />
+This proved amid his golden toys<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The little prince who screamed for mire.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_055a.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">TROUTS.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">With</span> poising fins against the stream,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their heads the shadowy troutlings set,</span><br />
+Though vain their patient instincts seem,<br />
+For chilly April's mirrored gleam<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">No fly disturbs as yet.</span><br />
+<br />
+And so against ill-fashion's tide,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With faithful wills untaught to swerve,</span><br />
+Though cold philosophy deride,<br />
+The saints hold on and calmly bide<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">His season whom they serve.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_055b.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_056a.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE PLATYPUS.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">A triple</span> monster here is shown<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which old Chimera mocks,</span><br />
+Bird, fish, and quadruped in one,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The duck-billed Paradox.</span><br />
+<br />
+Emblem of him whose every wish<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Concentres in a feast;</span><br />
+Like duck he gobbles, drinks like fish,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And proves himself a beast.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_056b.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_057.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE RAPE OF PROSERPINE.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Sweet</span> Proserpine you here behold<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Far from her corn-crowned mother's care,</span><br />
+Dragged down by Pluto, swart and old,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His dismal throne to share.</span><br />
+<br />
+She figures many a one the prey<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of passion's ill-resisted powers,</span><br />
+Who, spurning all that love can say,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seeks but for earthly flowers.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ere these you gather, maiden mine,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With faith's pure lilies wreathe your soul,</span><br />
+Then fear not any art malign<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall work thee mortal dole.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">GIRLS RUNNING.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">As</span> yet they make of life a dancing race,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rarely they pause to pant, still less to think;</span><br />
+They have not met the dark ones face to face,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They have not shuddered o'er the ghastly brink.</span><br />
+Life's holiday is theirs;&mdash;how sweet to hear<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The gay young laughter rippling down the wind;</span><br />
+Ah! who would breathe the name of care or fear,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or hint that fortune could be less than kind!</span><br />
+<br />
+They skim gazelle-like pitfalls set in flowers,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Too glib their ankles for the serpent's bite,</span><br />
+Yet on and on they rush to meet the hours<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of dimness and perplexity and night.</span><br />
+Yes, each must suffer, and some too will fall,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But not for aye need sin and grief o'ercast;</span><br />
+May He who knows His lambs, and loves them all,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To His own fold ingather them at last.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_059a.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE SIREN.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">A Siren</span> on a rocky isle,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A youth upon the cliff is seen;</span><br />
+She tries his fancy to beguile,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The deep dark water moans between.</span><br />
+<br />
+"Gentle thou art," he saith, "and fair,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet nought thine azure eyes avail,</span><br />
+Amid the golden coils of hair,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gleams weirdly forth the fish's tail."</span><br />
+<br />
+Yet still he gazed, she smiled the more:<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She sang a wondrous witching strain;</span><br />
+He groaned and sighed, he laughed and swore,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then plunged into the deadly main.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_059b.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_060.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE STRANGE CHOICE.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">How</span> grim the woods, the tower how pale;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The landscape colourless and cold,</span><br />
+While all the hovel foul and frail,<br />
+The ragged thatch and battered sail,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Are gorgeous in the sunset gold!</span><br />
+<br />
+Such seems the girl's capricious part,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who flouts the noble, wise, and true,</span><br />
+And wastes her loving burning heart,<br />
+And glorifies with doting art<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The basest of her courting crew.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_061a.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE PUDDLE.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">This</span> shallow pool which ruffling in the breeze,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Spurts gold and azure at the morning sun,</span><br />
+Ere night will be a blot of slimy lees,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By the absorbing heat and wind foredone.</span><br />
+<br />
+Thou dost with glittering surface, puddle fine,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of fools and prodigals the fate pourtray,</span><br />
+Who in the transient flattery swell and shine<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of knaves who suck their substance all away.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_061b.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE MIRY LANE.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">We</span> looked o'er the gate on a wearisome lane,<br />
+Tracked afar by cold gleams of the new fallen rain;<br />
+An emblem it seemed of that oft-trodden road,<br />
+The sorrowful life, and its final abode,<br />
+With its mire of transgressions and furrows of care,<br />
+Its pools full of tears, and its sloughs of despair;<br />
+And we sighed to perceive it was lost to our view<br />
+Amid desolate wilds and vague ridges of blue.<br />
+But there flamed up the welkin a ravishing change,<br />
+That engulphed in its splendours the misty cloud range,<br />
+And the path that we shuddered at caught the sky's fire,<br />
+The pools flushed in silver, and gold was its mire;<br />
+And we smiled in our hearts when we saw that it led<br />
+Right into the sunset 'neath streamers of red.<br />
+Faith's path will reflect the celestial glow,<br />
+And bring heaven to the heart wheresoever we go;<br />
+Deep and rough it may be, yet they sing on the road<br />
+Who know that it ends in the welcome of God.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_062.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_063.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE DOUBTFUL RACE.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Beyond</span> the hill his vessel lies,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would he were safe upon its side,</span><br />
+Who now through brake and thicket flies<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To gain the ferry in his stride.</span><br />
+<br />
+Loitering at first, though well he knew<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That time and tide for no man wait,</span><br />
+He dreads to think what ills pursue<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The idle seaman all too late.</span><br />
+<br />
+Nelson, himself a nation's power,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Victor of hosts in every clime,</span><br />
+Stood ready aye before the hour,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor ever deigned to race with time.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_064a.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE SLIDING BOY.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">He</span> shouts, he slides, my rosy boy,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A moment, then comes rattling down;</span><br />
+Youth's type is here, a slippery joy,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A sudden fall, a bleeding crown.</span><br />
+<br />
+He rises, brushing off the tears<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In silence as he glides again;</span><br />
+And typifies through all our years<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The soberer course which follows pain.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_064b.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">YOUTH.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">That</span> thoughtless child of sport and truth,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I cannot with reproaches stone,</span><br />
+O loving, laughing, trusting youth,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For ever, ever gone!</span><br />
+<br />
+Sin taints, alas! the old and young,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thou hast duly borne the rod;</span><br />
+And often for a venial wrong,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou sweetest gift of God.</span><br />
+<br />
+I love to muse upon the boy,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And his sublime aspirings trace,</span><br />
+When hand in hand with Hope and Joy<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He challenged Fate to race.</span><br />
+<br />
+Still in my heart I fain would bear<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some flowers of his beyond the tomb,</span><br />
+Perhaps the crystal waters there<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">May renovate their bloom.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_065.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_066.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE FERRY OF DEATH.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">When</span> o'er death's ferry youth departs,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upbraid not his reluctant moan;</span><br />
+Think of the loved and loving hearts<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He leaves, to cross the gulf alone.</span><br />
+<br />
+But when life's sun is low i' the west,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Calmly we may our turn abide,</span><br />
+For most of those we love the best<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are shining on the other side.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_067a.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE FORGE AND THE SUNSET.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">The</span> sunset pales along the height,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The smithy flashes free below,</span><br />
+And ever in the thickening light<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The forge emits a lustier glow.</span><br />
+<br />
+As Faith declines, with grosser flame<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Earth's passion thus our being fills;</span><br />
+And Heaven becomes a fading name,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A glimmer o'er death's shadowy hills.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_067b.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE UNDERGROWTH.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">In</span> yonder grove the woodman's bill<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The pillared trees by scores hath laid,</span><br />
+But Nature every gap will fill,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The springing undergrowth will spread,</span><br />
+And we shall half forget the ill,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So rich the greenery overhead.</span><br />
+<br />
+Thus Death, the hewer, down may smite<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Into the depths where all must blend,</span><br />
+The dearest from our daily sight,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet love shall never lack a friend;</span><br />
+Still proffer us the young and bright<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Such kindly escort to the end.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_068.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_069.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">WINTER IN MAY.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Winter</span>! black-browed and bearded with the snows,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We thought thee vexed with April's wanton ways</span><br />
+Brooding afar amid the Arctic floes,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or with new icebergs fringing dreary bays.</span><br />
+<br />
+Loyal we honoured thy appointed time,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And crowned thee January's lawful king;</span><br />
+Why falls thy crushing sceptre edged with rime<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon the verdant loveliness of spring?</span><br />
+<br />
+We think of Holbein's pencil, quaint and coarse,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And that weird skeleton in ghastly pride</span><br />
+Haling to doom with such superfluous force<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All in her flowery youth the virgin bride.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE SOLITARY.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Aweary</span> of his worldly life,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The tempter to elude,</span><br />
+The hermit flies from work and strife<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To desert solitude.</span><br />
+<br />
+But there, alas! finds no repose<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From Fancy's Comus crew,</span><br />
+Since dream he must, where'er he goes,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With nothing else to do.</span><br />
+<br />
+Would'st drive such imps from heart and brain,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Take, then, the ancient way,</span><br />
+Prescribed in many a holy strain,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And work as well as pray.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE GOLDEN MEAN.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">All</span> inaccessible a Tree arose<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Amid the shining mountains of Cathay,</span><br />
+Its head was capp'd with numbing mists and snows,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Around its root a fiery whirlpool lay;</span><br />
+<br />
+But midway 'twixt the furnace and the cloud<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bright fruits were by the keen-eyed watchers seen;</span><br />
+"There," cried the sage to the excited crowd,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Behold the treasures of the Golden Mean."</span><br />
+<br />
+Then girt he some with wings, and won to skill<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Through many a fall between the earth and sun,</span><br />
+The wings bore names&mdash;th' indomitable Will,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Faith&mdash;by these the glorious prize they won.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_071.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_072.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">AUTUMN.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">He</span> sat among the yellowing trees,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Low winds to beech and oak did call,</span><br />
+Murmuring of Nature's old decrees<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And yearly tribute to the Fall.</span><br />
+<br />
+Now is there silence all around,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And you may hear the branches cast</span><br />
+Their offerings on the fragrant ground,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Tis here an acorn, there a mast.</span><br />
+<br />
+And thus in life's autumnal grove,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At intervals, with bated breath,</span><br />
+We hear the ripe ones whom we love<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Drop to the quiet home of death.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_073.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">JUSTISSIMA TELLUS.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Dear</span> mother Earth, no usurer thou,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Since all who heed thy liberal law,</span><br />
+For every dint of spade or plough<br />
+On vale or heath or mountain brow,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">A full and punctual interest draw.</span><br />
+<br />
+And still thy richest sheaves are they<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Which, in the ripeness of the years,</span><br />
+The angel-reapers bear away<br />
+To glory and eternal day,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When nought of thee but dust appears.</span><br />
+<br />
+Thrice happy they who trace the line<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In every quickening field and grove</span><br />
+Of heaven's munificent design,<br />
+The recompense of life divine<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For toiling days of faithful love.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_074a.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE FLINTY FIELD.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">You</span> scorn our hill of glittering flints<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">As though 'twere sown with dragon's teeth,</span><br />
+For that the surface gives no hints,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">No hopes of genial growth beneath.</span><br />
+<br />
+Judge not the surface, bide the hour<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When He, whose grace can melt the rock,</span><br />
+Shall bid o'er every flint to tower<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">A hundred-headed golden shock.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_074b.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_075.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">HOME AND ABROAD.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Black</span> and white in a windy war&mdash;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lo! wave devouring wave,</span><br />
+And wilder as we look afar<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The ocean monsters rave.</span><br />
+<br />
+But here, within this sheltering bight,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A glossy sheet upcurls</span><br />
+In whispering cadence low and light,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its rainbows fringed with pearls.</span><br />
+<br />
+Secluded thus from outer brawl,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In unambitious ease,</span><br />
+Be ours the lowly home where all<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is tuned to love and peace.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">DISTANT SOUNDS.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">The</span> children at their evening play<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shout from the village street;</span><br />
+The wind blows all that's rude away,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The rest is gay and sweet.</span><br />
+<br />
+So from our garden seat on high,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We love the sound to hear,</span><br />
+For distance that enchants the eye<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Can fascinate the ear.</span><br />
+<br />
+Trills that distract us from the cage<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were in the woods a joy;</span><br />
+Who scans too narrowly life's page<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will many a boon destroy.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE FRIENDLY THORN.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">I thought</span> an asp had stung my hand<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">While thridding Narnis' fragrant wood,</span><br />
+When lo! in purpling blushes grand,<br />
+As if my homage to command,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The queen of all wild roses stood.</span><br />
+<br />
+The captive beauty soon I bound<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My lady's bosom to adorn,&mdash;</span><br />
+Beauty whose joy I ne'er had found,<br />
+Upon that tangled briery mound,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But for the sharp and friendly thorn.</span><br />
+<br />
+So hearts that slept from hour to hour,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Pierced to the quick by sorrow's cry,</span><br />
+Awake to fresh inspiring power,<br />
+And clasp Faith's brightest purest flower,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The rose divine of Charity.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_077.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_078.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">HAPPINESS.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">To</span> figure true felicity<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This picture doth intend,</span><br />
+A pleasant road, sweet company,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And God's house at the end.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">BRIDEGROOM TO BRIDE.</span></p>
+
+<p class="center">To the happy all things are heavenly.</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Where'er</span> I turn this blessed day,<br />
+'Tis heaven and sunshine every way;<br />
+With heavenly songs and heavenly hues,<br />
+Mingle the birds, and flowers, and dews.<br />
+Lo! here within the crystal moat<br />
+Heaven's clouds like radiant islands float,<br />
+And high above the golden hill<br />
+Smiles heavenly summer blue and still.<br />
+I gaze into thy loving eyes,<br />
+Heaven there in twofold azure lies;<br />
+And when I glance into my heart,<br />
+'Tis heaven indeed&mdash;for there thou art!</td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_079.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE EAR-RING.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">An</span> ear-ring you devise<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For your affianced girl;</span><br />
+No diamond will suffice,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor wealth of lustrous pearl,</span><br />
+<br />
+But call her "dearest dear,"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Swear nought your love shall sever,</span><br />
+If true, you deck her ear<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With gems that shine for ever.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_080.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE GARDEN POOL.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Charmed</span> by the lily's golden eye,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I rest upon this margin cool,</span><br />
+And think what leagues of azure sky<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are mirrored in the tiny pool.</span><br />
+<br />
+Delicious emblem of the mind<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose fancy rules this bright parterre,</span><br />
+Ever 'mid sweetest flowers I find<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The depths of heaven reflected there.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_081.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE SCARECROW.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+"<span class="smcap">O Bella</span>! what strange wight is there,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dark on the evening sky,</span><br />
+With flowing cloak, and streaming hair,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And head so grandly high?</span><br />
+<br />
+I feel a throbbing at my heart,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For William 'tis too soon;</span><br />
+See how he waves his arms apart<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Saluting the new moon!</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, clear as daylight is the truth,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blinder than bats were we,</span><br />
+It is the long-haired foreign youth<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who sang last night to me.</span><br />
+<br />
+He sang of Fatherland and Rhine;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hush, O provoking cow!</span><br />
+I heard the sweet preluding line,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The whispering notes, I vow."</span><br />
+<br />
+But nearer as they drew to see,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O phantasy forlorn!</span><br />
+They find for love and melody<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A scarecrow in the corn.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_082.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">WE JUDGE OTHERS BY OURSELVES.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Here</span> within this golden grove,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Paved with many a purple flower,</span><br />
+Here I sit and wait my love<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Through the May-day's parting hour.</span><br />
+<br />
+Where the budding gnomons throw<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lengthening shadows far and near,</span><br />
+Mute I sit as man of snow,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till my darling's voice I hear.</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah! your mirth my passion stirs,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mine who am so old and frail;</span><br />
+Bear with me, O lusty sirs!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For my love's the nightingale.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_083.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE LAY FIGURE.</span></p>
+
+<p class="center">Vanit� che par persona.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Dante</span>, <i>Inf.</i> 6.</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">There</span> smirks in many a painter's room,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With padded limbs and varnished face,</span><br />
+A quaint machine that can assume<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Each attitude that art would trace.</span><br />
+<br />
+This doll adult, when featly tired,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Can all that's great or fair display,</span><br />
+Warrior, or dame, or saint inspired,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Prince, troubadour, or lovely may.</span><br />
+<br />
+And far beyond the studio's bound,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In court and camp, in church or mart,</span><br />
+Living machines like this are found,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which lure the eye but mock the heart.</span><br />
+<br />
+On wooden-headed soulless guys<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We see such draping splendours thrust;</span><br />
+But raise the robe, and all surprise<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Closes in pity and disgust.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_084.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_085.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE WINDMILL.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">That</span> windmill with its sails at rest<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A thing immovable appears,</span><br />
+And o'er the little hamlet nest<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The symbol of Salvation rears.</span><br />
+<br />
+But when its arms the breezes spurn,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Tis Fortune's wheel we image there;</span><br />
+Reared and depress'd they show in turn<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hope, joy, dejection, and despair.</span><br />
+<br />
+Unstable souls, the Church at peace,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seem steadfast thus in high resolve,</span><br />
+But in her storms and perils&mdash;these<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Through many a shifting phase revolve.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_086.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">FAIRIES AND FACTORIES.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">They</span> crush with piles and tear with thundering wheel<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The rainbow arches from the torrent's spray;</span><br />
+The frightened Fairies, sure of no appeal,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pair off in mournful minuets away.</span><br />
+<br />
+So drudging life stamps out with daily pain<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our brightest, lightest fancies one by one;</span><br />
+Oh, may we hope to see them shine again<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beyond this working world, beyond the sun!</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">RIGHTEOUS OVERMUCH.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">The</span> youthful Furius sped so fast<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before his folly's roaring wind,</span><br />
+His wildest mates he overpass'd,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And health and sense were left behind.</span><br />
+<br />
+Now turned fanatic devotee<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He deems his mother church too slow,</span><br />
+So charters some new craft that he<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A readier way to Heaven may go.</span><br />
+<br />
+Take heed, my Furius, lest you sail<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For love and patience all too fast,</span><br />
+Without their convoy faith may quail<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A prey to pirate pride at last.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_087.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_088.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">INEXPERIENCE.</span></p>
+
+<p class="center">Eye of stranger magnifies danger.</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+"<span class="smcap">Adown</span> the dreadful glacis madly borne,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Against that foaming barricado cast,</span><br />
+The barque is doomed! and with a hissing scorn<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The surge will dance upon the foundering mast."</span><br />
+<br />
+The landsman thus; the seaman smiles, quoth he,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The barque and wave, together mount and fall;</span><br />
+The horse upholds his rider, so will she<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Career in triumph o'er the watery brawl.</span><br />
+<br />
+"Oft inexperience brandeth for a bane<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That which for noble uses wisdom gave;</span><br />
+The path I hail to glory or to gain<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To you, untried, reflects an ocean grave."</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE SUNKEN IRON-CLAD.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">O concentration</span> of brute force!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rhinoceros of the deeps!</span><br />
+O ugly Delos on whose shores<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No soft Latona sleeps!</span><br />
+<br />
+Scant room in thee for birth or love<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Mid monsters furnace-born,</span><br />
+The iron-throated guns above,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Below, the ripping horn.</span><br />
+<br />
+Heaven grant ere long we find in thee<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An emblem of all war</span><br />
+Beneath the waves of Time's deep sea<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Buried for evermore!</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_090a.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE MASTER'S WILL.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Two</span> Caravels to sea were gone,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Two striplings passed the city gate;</span><br />
+A shattered hull returns alone,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A brother wails a brother's fate.</span><br />
+<br />
+But who elects for good or ill?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Distrust not mercy though bereft;</span><br />
+Though storm winds shriek the Master's will,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One taken and the other left.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_090b.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_091.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">NOW OR NEVER.</span></p>
+
+<p class="center">He who loses luck abuses.</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">We</span> stalked the great stag down the glen,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Once more, alas! I failed to kill;</span><br />
+Such is the lot of luckless men,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Despite their energy and skill.</span><br />
+And now he's safe beyond our ken<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon the steep and misty hill.</span><br />
+<br />
+He'll come again, but not to-day,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where meet in one the foaming burns,</span><br />
+While I in fortune's windy play<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Am tossed afar from braes and ferns,</span><br />
+So plaineth he who throws away<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The happy chance that ne'er returns.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">LABOUR LOST.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">The</span> roads were rock, the sky was flame,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The seething mob filled strand and quay,</span><br />
+Where came an ancient curious dame<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Three leagues afoot the launch to see.</span><br />
+<br />
+Now as she stooped amid the crowd,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Stooped to remove a galling stone,</span><br />
+She heard a shouting rash and loud;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She raised her head&mdash;the launch was gone.</span><br />
+<br />
+O dame! as thou art such are they<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who after years of care and cost,</span><br />
+The burning hope of many a day<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By one ignoble stoop have lost.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_093a.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE LOST FISH.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+"<span class="smcap">Ah</span>!" cries the boy, "was never seen<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A fish like that which broke my rod,</span><br />
+Such weight, such breadth of scaly sheen,<br />
+A sucking whale he might have been,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A grampus or Newfoundland cod."</span><br />
+<br />
+Thus in our aims we all are boys,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Fortune's present grace abuse;</span><br />
+For, ever of all earthly toys,<br />
+Love, honours, triumph, gain, or joys,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The richest is the one we lose.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_093b.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_094.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">STRIKING THE TENT.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">This</span> quaint round bower, this sheltering canvas cave,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In which we ate and slept, and prayed, and planned,</span><br />
+Falls in a moment, when to yonder slave<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Expectant of the sign my hand I wave,</span><br />
+All limp and shapeless on the desert sand.<br />
+<br />
+Depart in peace, O wanderer of Useit!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rejoicing in thy strength the mountain tread,</span><br />
+Yet never may'st thou this memento slight;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Erect to-day for labour and delight,</span><br />
+To-morrow prone among the dusty dead.</td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_095a.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE TURKISH BRIDGE.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Whene'er</span> we saw the arches gleam,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We shouted trending down the ridge,</span><br />
+"Better by far to ford the stream,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than trust the doubtful Turkish bridge."</span><br />
+<br />
+Such, are false promises believed;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Such, confidence and love betrayed;</span><br />
+Such those who having once deceived<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A warning offer, not an aid.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_095b.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_096a.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE CROCODILE.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">This</span> monstrous Effet on the solid ground<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Right on and on can work his easy way,</span><br />
+But in his cramping plates of armour bound,<br />
+Slowly and sorely wheels his length around,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so eludes him every nimble prey.</span><br />
+<br />
+So have we known through prejudice and use,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A mind that crawls in one pernicious groove,</span><br />
+A dreary tunnel with the narrowest views,<br />
+A cumbrous mind inflexibly obtuse,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which reason cannot turn nor feeling move.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_096b.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_097.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE MOUNTAINS OF EL TIH.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">The</span> pilgrim on the bleached El Tih<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Stares at the rocky wall awhile,</span><br />
+Nor through the shadeless glare can see,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rift, pathway, or defile.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yet, just one burning corner past,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Behold the glittering cliffs dispart;</span><br />
+He finds himself ascending fast<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Into the mountain's heart.</span><br />
+<br />
+When troubles thus a barrier raise,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, yield not to despair or wrath,</span><br />
+Press for the turn; by His own ways<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Great God will show the path.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">DAMASCUS IN THE EVENING.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">The</span> dream of an enchanted home<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Set in an emerald frame,</span><br />
+Peach bloom, and topaz walls, and dome,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And minarets of flame;</span><br />
+So the great city flashed on us,<br />
+Descending Antilibanus.<br />
+<br />
+From lower slopes a change we see;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The towers, like white-stoled maids,</span><br />
+All bleached to purest ivory,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Arise from purple shades:</span><br />
+So the great city smiled on us,<br />
+Descending Antilibanus.<br />
+<br />
+But soon within her gates we found<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The grace and glory gone:</span><br />
+Darkness for splendour all around,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And clay for precious stone.</span><br />
+Was this the joy that beamed on us,<br />
+Descending Antilibanus?<br />
+<br />
+Again a change&mdash;a door we pass&mdash;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">O magical surprise!</span><br />
+Fount, lamps, divans, arcaded glass,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">A traveller's paradise!</span><br />
+Emblems of life and death with us<br />
+We brought from Antilibanus.</td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE TWO GOATS.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Two</span> goats met on an Alpine ridge,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sharp, sheer, and horrible to see;</span><br />
+One crouched and formed a living bridge,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so they passed unscathed and free.</span><br />
+<br />
+That both might prosper one must bend,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, learn the lesson, reader mine!</span><br />
+So shalt thou compass mercy's end,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so conform to love divine.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_100.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE ARAB WELL.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Ah</span> me! it is a cruel spell<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For Truth as for mankind,</span><br />
+If to the depth of yonder well<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The goddess be consigned.</span><br />
+<br />
+For there the sex in daily rout<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With scandal taint the air;</span><br />
+No lying rumour runs about<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But hath a mother there.</span><br />
+<br />
+Dumb Truth the while in that dark place<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A laughing-stock is laid;</span><br />
+They dash the bucket in her face,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Widow, and wife, and maid.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE DEAD CROCODILE.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Upon</span> the bank of ancient Nile,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A shoal of Arab boys</span><br />
+Belaboured a dead crocodile,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With oriental noise.</span><br />
+<br />
+They cursed his mother and his beard,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They cursed his spotted sire,</span><br />
+They kicked, and smote, and spat, and jeered,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And pelted him with mire.</span><br />
+<br />
+They lashed a cord around his jaws,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They sat astride his back,</span><br />
+They twisted round his webbed claws,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And made the sinews crack.</span><br />
+<br />
+When all at once the cold dead thing,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As by Galvani's art,</span><br />
+Its flabby tail appeared to swing<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With momentary start.</span><br />
+<br />
+Away, away, fled every one,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Round corners and up trees,</span><br />
+And left the monster all alone<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In death's unbroken peace.</span><br />
+<br />
+Emblem of cowardice is here,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Patent to mind and eye:</span><br />
+What they deserve such wretches fear,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Without a danger nigh.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE HY&AElig;NA.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">I saw</span> a foul hy�na led,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Two slaves his snout had bound,</span><br />
+Captured within a tomb they said,<br />
+And showed his jaws still reeking red<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With blood from holy ground.</span><br />
+<br />
+Vile scribblers in their greed of gold,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thus through death's cerements thrust,</span><br />
+'Mid scandals there obscene and old,<br />
+And tales of darkness best untold,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Battening on filthy dust.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_103.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">GRATITUDE.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">The</span> Moslem who accepts your alms<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thanks God alone, the kind and true;</span><br />
+The Frank, if guerdon cross his palms,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thanks only you.</span><br />
+<br />
+Both kindness here, and grace above,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Duly should every heart confess;</span><br />
+And they who slight a brother's love,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Slight God's no less.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_104a.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE NUBIAN BOATMEN.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">These</span> bronze-armed slaves so lithe and strong,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Row on for many a glassy mile</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Through burning hours, and all the while</span><br />
+They praise in sweet recurring song,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"The Lord that brings the Nile."</span><br />
+<br />
+O thou, recumbent traveller, note<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Approval of their simple ways,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Who lighten toil with pious lays;</span><br />
+'Twere ill adown life's stream to float<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Without or work or praise.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_104b.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE CHRISTIAN PILGRIM.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Now</span> the Christian pilgrim wanders<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Mid ravines of sin and care;</span><br />
+On the craggy ledge he ponders,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Probing all with staff of prayer.</span><br />
+<br />
+Freshened by the wayside fountain<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With the flag of peace still furled,</span><br />
+Lo! he hails the shining mountain<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er the ruins of the world.</span><br />
+<br />
+There upon the heights of glory,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lettered on the golden clay,</span><br />
+He shall read Earth's complex story<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And his banner float for aye.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_105.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_106.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE FORGET-ME-NOT.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Among</span> the meadow-grasses dank<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That fringe the running stream,</span><br />
+This little flower begems the bank<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With turquoise-coloured gleam.</span><br />
+<br />
+Emblem of many a mortal's lot,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who, tracking bygone years,</span><br />
+Still finds the sweet Forget-me-not<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fast by the fount of tears.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_107.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">TEXTS ON TOMBSTONES.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Where</span> round our church the pious stones<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Watch the green pillows of the dead,</span><br />
+Pass not, but read in reverent tones<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The silent Scripture overhead.</span><br />
+<br />
+From desert peak the storm-cloud poured<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Light on the tables of the Law,</span><br />
+But sunshine here o'er flowers and sward<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Reveals the grace that softens awe.</span><br />
+<br />
+And faith will greet on many a tomb<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An emblem of His loving speech</span><br />
+Who said, if every mouth were dumb<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The very stones His truth would teach.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">ROSE GARDEN AT ASHRIDGE.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Softly</span> at noontide one reposes<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When sunshine melts the thought to dream,</span><br />
+Within this labyrinth of roses<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose centre is the fountain's gleam.</span><br />
+<br />
+We match our mortal life and beauty,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With this ineffable array</span><br />
+Of creatures free from sin and duty,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Delicious even in decay;</span><br />
+<br />
+And love, in you, O blooms and fountain,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A brilliant emblem here to own</span><br />
+Of souls upon the shining mountain,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Exulting round the Mercy throne,</span><br />
+<br />
+Where, lovelier than the loveliest flowers,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all like you in God's employ,</span><br />
+They shine their everlasting hours,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And shed around a glorious joy.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_108.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_109.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE HEIFER DEPRIVED OF HER MATES.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">For</span> absent friends and interrupted loves<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">See yonder solitary heifer mourn,</span><br />
+As questing vainly round the close she roves,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of all her spotted yoke-fellows forlorn.</span><br />
+<br />
+Quickened like us this thing of kindred clay<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Frets with our passions, trembles with our fears,</span><br />
+But lacking spirit-wings it finds no way<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To hopes that shine above the fount of tears.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_110a.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">DUCKS AT PLAY.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">They</span> flirt and flounce with many a quack and blow,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Those ducks intoxicate with summer rain;</span><br />
+Then deeply dive, and hidden long below,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From unexpected places rise again.</span><br />
+<br />
+Thus our old playmates in life's widening stream,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Amid the crossing currents disappear,</span><br />
+Yet haply show again as in a dream<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With startling gladness after many a year.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_110b.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_111a.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE TAME HARE.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Was</span> never beast so cautious seen<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As Tiny our pet hare;</span><br />
+He sniffs at dado, chair, and screen,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With such suspicious care.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yet when his nightly quest is o'er,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Each rift and corner scanned,</span><br />
+He'll spring around and snatch his store<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of parsley from my hand.</span><br />
+<br />
+With Puss let all suspicion end;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The jealous heart will rue;</span><br />
+Ah! never doubt an ancient friend,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though wary with the new.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_111b.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_112.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE WATCHFUL DOG.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">One</span> ear he held, a flapping dockleaf, low,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The other pricking like a horn on high;</span><br />
+This heeded all around that come and go,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And this the larks careering up the sky.</span><br />
+<br />
+Smile, twofold man, yet own your emblem here,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Spirit and flesh alert for duty's call;</span><br />
+And, 'mid the discords of this earthly sphere,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hearken the voice of Heaven above them all.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_113.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE PUPPIES AND THE THUNDER.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">We</span> heard the puppies madly scold,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When crashed on high the thundering peal;</span><br />
+They leaped aloft, as though to hold<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lightning by the heel.</span><br />
+<br />
+And as the flashes followed fast,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Still sharper rang the yelping tone,</span><br />
+Till hoarse and worn they sank at last,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet rolled the thunder on.</span><br />
+<br />
+So worth above detraction's rout<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Maintains its even lofty course,</span><br />
+And clamour ceases, wearied out<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With its own futile force.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">EMBLEM OF TRUE PHILOSOPHY.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">At</span> fashion's call with cruel shears<br />
+They cropped poor Tray's superfluous ears;<br />
+Twice shrieked the mutilated pup,<br />
+Then sniffed and ate the fragments up,<br />
+Nor stayed his losses to deplore,<br />
+But wagged his tail and craved for more.<br />
+Here, without Tupper, we may see<br />
+The marrow of philosophy,<br />
+The how and where with natural ease<br />
+To stow away our miseries;<br />
+Nor simply to gulp down our pain,<br />
+But turn disaster into gain;<br />
+And when her scissors shear our pate<br />
+To batten on the spoils of Fate.</td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_114.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_115.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE GUIDE-POST.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Vainly</span>, unlettered youth, you come<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And scrutinise each painted word,</span><br />
+No aid those arms all fixed and dumb,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To your perplexity afford.</span><br />
+<br />
+God's ministers life's guide-posts are,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And to the people roundly tell</span><br />
+At each cross road and thoroughfare,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The track to Heaven, the ways to Hell.</span><br />
+<br />
+Still more, they purge the darkened mind<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With helping hands and tongues of fire;</span><br />
+What boots the guide-post to the blind,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or paralytic in the mire?</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_116.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE WAYSIDE MONITOR.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">To</span> one of Nature's loving tricks<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Chance lent a solemn power,</span><br />
+A skull beneath a crucifix<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Upheld a shining flower.</span><br />
+<br />
+This by the road a traveller saw,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And wondering could not chuse</span><br />
+But nearer still and nearer draw,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In silence then to muse.</span><br />
+<br />
+To faith he owned with bated breath<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">An emblematic call;</span><br />
+Life blooming in the jaws of death,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And Jesus over all.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE BOOMERANG.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">On</span> isles within a distant zone,<br />
+Where bows are slighted or unknown,<br />
+Of toughest wood they say is made<br />
+A missile with a curving blade,<br />
+Which at an angle cleaves the air,<br />
+And smites its victim unaware.<br />
+But, should a hand unskilful throw,<br />
+It works an unexpected woe,<br />
+Swift on its owner whirling back<br />
+Like levin on its deadly track.<br />
+So from malicious lips slung forth,<br />
+False words of calumny or wrath<br />
+Recoil upon the utterer's heart,<br />
+Inflicting with remorseful dart<br />
+The festering wound, so slow to heal<br />
+In breasts that are not brass or steel.</td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_117.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_118.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE WRONG PLACE.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Friend</span> Colin reared his country seat<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Close to a group of noble trees,</span><br />
+He blessed their shadows in the heat,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He blessed their music in the breeze.</span><br />
+<br />
+Grown old and sere, he dreads their fall,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Tis safety waging war with taste;</span><br />
+He cries, "Down with them one and all,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were never wych elms so misplaced."</span><br />
+<br />
+So they who neither thought nor planned<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hold for secure some transient good,</span><br />
+And having built upon the sand,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Declaim against the wind and flood.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE WRONG TIME.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Some</span> indiscreet Abderite boys<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Within a limpet's hollow,</span><br />
+Offer'd in laurel-juice blue flies<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">As victims to Apollo.</span><br />
+<br />
+The god appeased will bless, they thought,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Our tasks of prose and rhyme;</span><br />
+So they the flitting insects caught,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But lost the flitting time.</span><br />
+<br />
+When Pedagogue their progress tries,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Nor finds the lesson done,</span><br />
+In vain they plead the sacrifice,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He whips them every one.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_120a.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">TRAVELLING FOR EXCITEMENT.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">I heard</span> the great gorilla roar,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My icy blood did curdling creep,</span><br />
+Astride the Erymanthian boar,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The brute came crashing through my sleep.</span><br />
+<br />
+I woke, and there all fleecy white,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My dainty dog in sunshine played,</span><br />
+His feathery paw, which caused the fright,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon my bosom gently laid.</span><br />
+<br />
+"Thank heaven," I gasped, and quivering cried,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For still the roaring shook my ear,</span><br />
+"Why seek Gaboona's deadly tide,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When I can thrill in safety here?"</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_120b.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_121.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE HAWSER.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">We</span> saw a crew in bygone years<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bear out a hawser long and good,</span><br />
+Which to the tune of mighty cheers<br />
+That stirred our hearts and stunned our ears,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Drew forth a barque from shoal and mud.</span><br />
+<br />
+Large-hearted love thus flies to save<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some victim of life's treacherous sea,</span><br />
+From the oppressor's deadly cave,<br />
+From calumny's o'erwhelming wave,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or sordid sink of poverty.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_122a.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">TRAINED CORMORANTS.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">These</span> cormorants bear a metal ring,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The channel of their greed to stay,</span><br />
+So trained&mdash;they are not taught to sing&mdash;<br />
+They dive at will and catch and bring,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But cannot gorge the prey.</span><br />
+<br />
+When orators in their excess<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blab forth what prudence would conceal,</span><br />
+Say, could their partisans wish less<br />
+Than for a ring their throats to press,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And throttle half their zeal?</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_122b.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_123a.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE BAT.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">O plumeless</span> bird, O legless mouse;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Between the night and day,</span><br />
+Flitting around my summer-house<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In quest of insect prey.</span><br />
+<br />
+In thee a type of man is seen,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Half ape, half angel he,</span><br />
+Hope chases the dim hours between<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Blank and eternity.</span><br />
+<br />
+But when his twilight course is o'er,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Freed from the bestial clay,</span><br />
+Above the angels he shall soar<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In everlasting day.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_123b.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_124.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">WATERFALL BY THE SEA.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">This</span> little fountain night and day<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So far from all the flowers,</span><br />
+Chants to itself, and flings away<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A wealth of diamond showers.</span><br />
+<br />
+Incessantly without demand,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here Nature's purest gift</span><br />
+Moistens the unproductive sand,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or floats the base sea-drift.</span><br />
+<br />
+So from the living Rock above,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On stony hearts and ears</span><br />
+The message falls of Gospel love,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where not a fruit appears.</span><br />
+<br />
+Judge not, O stranger, thus, but know<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There many a thirsty fleet</span><br />
+Has filled its casks to overflow,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And found the water sweet.</span><br />
+<br />
+Though hearts awhile may stony prove,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And fruitless as the main,</span><br />
+God's mingled stream of truth and love<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Has never flowed in vain.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE DYING SWAN.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center"><i>Host.</i></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Tell</span> me, O pilgrim! for my soul is stirred,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On what far shore the willing winds prolong</span><br />
+The melody of that imperial bird<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which sings to chill-eared death its only song.</span></td></tr>
+
+
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="center"><i>Pilgrim.</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td>
+Not mine Ogygian secrets to impart;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But this they said where vague Meander shone,</span><br />
+That only he who hath the poet's heart<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">May hear the music of the dying swan.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_126.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE PEACOCK.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">O paragon</span> of feathered grace,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What charms thy neck enfold,</span><br />
+Backed by that glorious orbed space<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thick starred with eyes of gold.</span><br />
+<br />
+Though Philomela soothe the night,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Tis thine to paint the day;</span><br />
+And each a splendour and delight<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sheds on our earthly way.</span><br />
+<br />
+So in thy beauty I rejoice,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor flout thy tuneless cries;</span><br />
+Peacocks with Philomela's voice,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing but in Paradise.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_127.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE HUNTER.</span></p>
+
+<p class="center">True Faith.</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">A royal</span> boon for man's delight<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We deem this noble steed,</span><br />
+So great in his enduring might<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of courage, spring, and speed.</span><br />
+<br />
+And as from coronet to crest<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I muse the creature o'er,</span><br />
+There rises freely in my breast<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One happy emblem more.</span><br />
+<br />
+'Tis Faith, the spirit-steed so strong,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">God's gift to our poor race,</span><br />
+Which bears the soul of man along<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Through duty's arduous chase.</span><br />
+<br />
+With reason's rein his fervour guide<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O soul, he'll carry thee</span><br />
+Safe up the jagged mountain's side<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As on the level lea.</span><br />
+<br />
+Alike to him the morn outspread,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or midnight on his way,</span><br />
+The fields of light where he was bred<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Know neither night nor day.</span><br />
+<br />
+The floods in vain lift up their voice,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No slough makes him despond;</span><br />
+His rider smiles at ocean's voice,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And cries, "Beyond! beyond!"</span><br />
+<br />
+He leaps with a sublime delight<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er �ther's flaming zones,</span><br />
+And cheers the rider with the sight<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of Heaven and all its thrones.</span><br />
+<br />
+Best at the last, he knows not death;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when the chase is o'er,</span><br />
+Changes the simple name of "Faith"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To "Joy for evermore."</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_129.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE RACER.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">While</span> to the racer swift and strong,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Inexorable fate</span><br />
+Assigns the weight, the spur, the thong,<br />
+The choking struggle sharp and long,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The owner wins the plate.</span><br />
+<br />
+Falls to the hind rasped down by toil,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And prematurely old,</span><br />
+The scanty dole his only spoil<br />
+From lifelong battle with the soil,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The master wins the gold.</span><br />
+<br />
+Now comes a crying through the air,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The peasant's righteous call;</span><br />
+Lords of the land in liberal care<br />
+Earth's profit with the workers share,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And we'll be winners all.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_130a.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE SYBARITES.</span></p>
+
+<p class="center">Valour, not ornament, Wins the life tournament.</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">The</span> silken Sybarites, we know,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In their superfluous elegance,</span><br />
+To measured music, swift or slow,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had trained their battle steeds to dance.</span><br />
+<br />
+'Twas thus they fell before the flutes<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of that sagacious Spartan crew,</span><br />
+For with the caracoling brutes<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What could such dainty riders do?</span><br />
+<br />
+O tutors! nerve your pupils' hearts<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With energy for strenuous deeds,</span><br />
+Or all your sciences and arts<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">May prove but Sybaritic steeds.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_130b.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_131.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">FRANCIS PERRIER THE ENGRAVER.</span></p>
+
+<p class="center">With our needs change our deeds.</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">That</span> coinless youth who left his home<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was wealthy in an ardent soul,</span><br />
+For, failing other ways to Rome,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He led the blind and shared his dole.</span><br />
+<br />
+But when the guidance reached its end,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sacred seat of art and fame,</span><br />
+His skilful burin stood his friend,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And won him competence and name.</span><br />
+<br />
+He leads no more the poor and blind,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His walk in life is altered quite;</span><br />
+The rich he guides to art refined,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And caters for the keenest sight.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_132a.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">ROME.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Three</span> symbols in one sketch combine<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The charms, O Rome, we find in thee,</span><br />
+The dome, the monument, the pine,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nature, and Art, and Memory.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_132b.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_133a.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THEODORIC.</span></p>
+
+<p class="center">"Conscience makes cowards of us all."</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">A tale</span> grotesque in old-world story read<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of conscience in its dread fantastic force,</span><br />
+Tells at a banquet how a fish's head<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wrought in the tyrant an insane remorse.</span><br />
+<br />
+For great Theodoric with blood imbrued,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blood of the guiltless, was to death struck down,</span><br />
+When in the dull-eyed sturgeon's face he viewed<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Stark murdered Symmachus' avenging frown.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_133b.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span></p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">SOCIAL LIFE A PICNIC.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">By</span> many an image, saint and sage<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Have figured human life;</span><br />
+A mart, a maze, a pilgrimage,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A race, a battle strife.</span><br />
+<br />
+And many another he might phrase<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who studies as they pass</span><br />
+The human emmet's social ways,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Through observation's glass.</span><br />
+<br />
+So in my emblem I compare<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Life to that summer feast</span><br />
+Where every guest supplies a share,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The greatest and the least,</span><br />
+<br />
+In this wide hall which God hath built<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hung with landscapes round,</span><br />
+Whose belted dome at night is gilt<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With stars on azure ground.</span><br />
+<br />
+And here beneath the varying sky,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Mid meadows, streams, and trees,</span><br />
+I place my motley company<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Reclined in summer ease.</span><br />
+<br />
+In circles set by chance or choice,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Custom, or birth, or creed;</span><br />
+Yet none so wide but hand or voice<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">May minister at need.</span><br />
+<br />
+To live and let live their intent,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And viands interchange,</span><br />
+Piquant, and sweet, and succulent,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The homely and the strange.</span><br />
+<br />
+Bitters and acids some supply,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And some the loving cup,</span><br />
+While some exhibit wondrously<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A zeal for stirring up.</span><br />
+<br />
+Lo, where apart by fount and rock<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sit lovers all in pairs;</span><br />
+Here grin buffoons, here cynics mock<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our follies and our cares.</span><br />
+<br />
+See too the bores, expect no less<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From any crowd on earth;</span><br />
+These teach us patience, we confess,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And give them ample berth.</span><br />
+<br />
+Now let us range from group to group,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And mingle where we may;</span><br />
+Let no one scoff, or scorn to stoop,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It is but clay to clay.</span><br />
+<br />
+Here all may gain, and all rejoice<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beneath the genial law</span><br />
+Proclaimed by Nature's loving voice<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From Siam to Loch Awe.</span><br />
+<br />
+"Mingle," she cries, "a glance, a tone<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">May play an angel's part,</span><br />
+And serve to pulverise the stone<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which chills the lonely heart."</span><br />
+<br />
+"Mingle," she cries, "Who loves us best,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Society decreed;</span><br />
+And inequality the test<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of love in every need."</span><br />
+<br />
+Here some are grand in gems and silk,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some grim in ragged grey,</span><br />
+Poor parents bring but "mother's milk,"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And millionaires Tokay.</span><br />
+<br />
+Some as if empty-handed come;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet with brave sound and show</span><br />
+Add to the brilliance and the hum;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Life scarce might these forego.</span><br />
+<br />
+And faithful guests will aye believe<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The poor who nought afford,</span><br />
+Welcomed, bring more than they receive,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In blessings from the Lord.</span><br />
+<br />
+And surely 'twere a godless roll<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose record should exclude</span><br />
+The hearts that feed the hungry soul<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With spiritual food.</span><br />
+<br />
+The cates that wit and science bring,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beauty, and art, and joy,</span><br />
+The arms that toil and tongues that sing<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Might Homer's lyre employ.</span><br />
+<br />
+My emblem briefly would express<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The wealth of deed and speech</span><br />
+Man brings to man, wherewith to bless<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All hearts within their reach,</span><br />
+<br />
+So they observe as they approve,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The golden rule divine,</span><br />
+His sacramental law of Love<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who blessed the bread and wine.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_137.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_138.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">THE HIPPOCAMPUS, OR SEA-HORSE.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td>
+<span class="smcap">Sea</span> minnow this with pony's crest,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Just one of Amphitrite's toys,</span><br />
+With which her Nereids coax to rest<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The little stormy Triton boys;</span><br />
+<br />
+In truth, a tiny twisted thing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which cast upon that golden shore</span><br />
+The dark-eyed boys to strangers bring<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where sang Parthenope of yore.</span><br />
+<br />
+Device befitting sculptured page<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quaintly with whiffs of song entwined,</span><br />
+Waif from the ebbing tide of age,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A Hippocampus of the mind,</span><br />
+<br />
+Which seeks from out the old and new,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A happy cento to compile,</span><br />
+Whose signs and words around may strew<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The soothing of a quiet smile.</span><br />
+<br />
+Now in the fish some hearts may claim<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A symbol ever dear to us;</span><br />
+And some the pony pet, though lame,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A little mule of Pegasus.</span><br />
+<br />
+Then haste, thou atom of a book,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To young and old with cheery call;</span><br />
+In town, or train, or pastoral nook,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy message has a word for all.</span></td></tr></table>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_140a.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">BIVALVES</span></p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_140b.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_141.png" alt="" /></div>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_142.png" alt="" /></div>
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">BIVALVES.</span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Abstinence and Temperance.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Proud</span> Abstinence the gifts of Heaven denies;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But Temperance the Giver justifies.</span></td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Affectation and Rudeness.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Affected manners irritate we know,<br />
+But rudeness hurts us like a clumsy blow.</td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Almsgiving.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Deny yourself how much let no one see;<br />
+God loves a secret costly charity.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Architect.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>O Architect! beware how you begin:<br />
+Who founds in error elevates a sin.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Art.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>When Genius took fair Nature to his heart,<br />
+She bore a daughter, and her name is Art.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Art.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Five powers combine for Art's successful course:<br />
+Truth, beauty, passion, unity, and force.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Beauty.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>A stream to feed love, joy, and wonder given;<br />
+It blesses Earth, but springs and ends in Heaven.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Books.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Books I prefer, for when not to my mind,<br />
+I shut them up; not so with human kind.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Candour.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>You speak out what you think, I hear you boast;<br />
+To think out what you speak would profit most.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Candour.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>You always speak your mind; then cautious be;<br />
+No mind from prejudice is always free.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Certain Preachers.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>He preaches like those thorn trees which men say<br />
+Pierce to the quick, and hold you half the day.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Christian Love.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>A loving nature is a lovely prize,<br />
+But Christian love all nature beautifies.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Communism.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Equalise all men! let a year go round,<br />
+And where will your equality be found?</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Comparison of Poets.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Comparison of poets nought avails:<br />
+Eagles with pards, gazelles with nightingales!</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Controversialist's use of the Bible.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>An armourer's store they make the Book; O scandal!<br />
+Where each may find a blade to suit his handle.</td></tr></table>
+
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Cowardice.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Alone, the coward is his shadow's slave:<br />
+Spectators make the vain enact the brave.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Criticism.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Truth, taste, and learning, twine the living three,<br />
+And thou, O critic, shalt my Hermes be.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Delusion.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>For seven years only will this world be seen,<br />
+Says one; but hires a mansion for fourteen.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Detraction.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Like a bad habit oft this vice prevails,<br />
+Some nibble characters as some their nails.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Difference in judging Others.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>The bad condemn with savagery and sneer,<br />
+The good arraign in sorrow and in fear.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Dreams.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Sleep hath drugged Reason; Fancy Memory weds;<br />
+Lo, the wild offspring with a hundred heads.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Duty to God.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>What frenzy dreams of an unpunctual sun?<br />
+Lord, as in Heaven, on Earth Thy Will be done.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Earth.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>To him who sets on earth his only care,<br />
+Life is idolatry, and Death despair.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Elevated Nonentity.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Through all these years attendance thus to dance,<br />
+To gain a public insignificance!</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Enthusiasts.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>But for such flight, although it frantic seems,<br />
+Spirits would crawl; no mean without extremes.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Experience.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>The hard-won fruit of failure and of sorrow,<br />
+The wisdom many buy, but few will borrow.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Facts and Ideas.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>We cherish our ideas like hot-house flowers,<br />
+Fact, stubborn ass, breaks in and all devours.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Facts and Imagination.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>In facts amassed a world chaotic lies,<br />
+Imagination bids the Kosmos rise.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Faith.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Faith prays more fervently for love than light;<br />
+Love's voice will guide to Heaven though all be night.</td></tr></table>
+
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Faith without Love.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Who loveless faith imbibes, that devil's drink,<br />
+Makes life a mad-house, death a fiery sink.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Faith and Reason.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Reason, God's revelation shows to Faith,<br />
+Faith, Reason arms for sorrow or for death.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Faith's Effect.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Pierced hearts by faith may light and cheerful be;<br />
+Pure gold admits the finest filigree.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Fear of Pedantry.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Scared by the name of pedant, many flee<br />
+Into pert slang or tedious levity.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Fire-eater.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>The roar of cannon-balls delights his ears,<br />
+To him it is the music of the spheres.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Foolhardiness.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Take sense away and men won't dare the less,<br />
+But courage then we call foolhardiness.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Friendship.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Scan not a friend with microscopic glass;<br />
+You know his faults, then let his foibles pass.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Genius.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Draws like Prometheus from the heavenly hearth<br />
+Creative fire that glorifies our earth.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Genius and Talent.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>This, Talent reproduces to a turn,<br />
+Brightly it shines, but ah! it will not burn.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Half better than the Whole.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Share happy fortune with thy friend, my soul,<br />
+So shall thy half be better than the whole.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Happiness.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Isle of our hopes beyond the sea of tears,<br />
+Reefed round with sin and woe, delays and fears.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Heartless Fun.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Her rattling mouth-peals yield me no delight,<br />
+She laughs but with her teeth, and means to bite.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">History.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Fragments of fact mosaic-like combined,<br />
+All toned and tinted to the artist's mind.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Ignorant Antagonism.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Wise opposition challenges advance,<br />
+But we recoil from arguing ignorance.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Ill-natured Satire.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>It wears away all love this trenchant art;<br />
+Whittling with keen-edged wit the hearer's heart.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Impartiality.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Justice is easy, barring love or grudge;<br />
+But to thyself, that proves the righteous judge.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Impenitent Tears.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>'Tis not for sin he droops his tearful eye,<br />
+'Tis not for sin, but the discovery.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Inconstancy.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>From love to love the heart inconstant veers<br />
+As passion fills the sail, and fancy steers.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Injudicious Praise of a Picture.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>He praised the scarlet cap; this vexed my soul.<br />
+To praise a portion thus&mdash;condemns the whole.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Jealousy.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Strange freak of selfishness which fiends approve,<br />
+With love intoxicate it murders love.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Joking.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Join in his joke against himself and friends,<br />
+But do so mildly or your friendship ends.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Just and Generous.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Art just? be more&mdash;be generous all the while;<br />
+Dost give? give quickly with a loving smile.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Life.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Life is a task which takes a life to know;<br />
+How it is learnt another life must show.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Life.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Life is a long enigma; true, my friend;<br />
+Read on, read on, the answer's at the end.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Life's Garden.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Life's garden tilled with toil and tears we see;<br />
+No Paradise, sometimes Gethsemane.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Light and Shade.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>He never marked the sunshine on his track,<br />
+Till from the chilly shadows he looked back.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Literary Quarrels.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Hard thrusts and ink shed mark the scribbler's strife,<br />
+Charge, counter-charge, war to the paper-knife.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Limpness.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Your feeble minds and self-indulgent wills,<br />
+Are patients ready to gulp Satan's pills.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Love.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Let not Love sleep cocoon-like, self-infurled,<br />
+Spin the fair silk, O man, and clothe the world.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Love the Tyrant.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Sweet playfellow is Love, but let him rule,<br />
+A tyrant he becomes, and you his fool.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Love and Truth.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Love without Truth is but a bubble fair;<br />
+Burst through the glitter, and your joy is air.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Man's View of Providence.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>What suits their turn is providential all;<br />
+That which does not by other names they call.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Obscure Speculation.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>If "fools rush in where angels fear to tread,"<br />
+When wise men follow what is to be said?</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Originality.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>A dexterous following is admired by all,<br />
+But few dare praise the brave original.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Painters.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Painters are men, and haply Claude and Titian<br />
+Discussed as we brown pink, and composition.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Peace and War.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Broken is many a heart by war accurst;<br />
+Some think by peace and plenty they would burst.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Point of View.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>He views all subjects from one point alone;<br />
+Need it be said that point is just his own?</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Pre-Raffaelites.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Make to the whole subservient every part;<br />
+Your piecemeal excellence shows skill not art.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Pride.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>"I have no pride, not I," the donkey cries;<br />
+"What can an ass be proud of?" fox replies.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Pride in Small Matters.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>"How splendidly I milk!" you make me laugh;<br />
+Who milks a cow the best must be a calf!</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Proof of Worth.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Slight not the world, but still console thy breast<br />
+When those esteem thee most who know thee best.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Recrimination.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Do not recriminate; that biting strain<br />
+Backward and forward will saw love in twain.</td></tr></table>
+
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Scholarship.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>For scholarship few read, not one in twenty;<br />
+But make it Fellowship, and you'll find plenty.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Scripture and Pride.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Who weighs his worth by God's eternal word<br />
+Finds pride a curse, and vanity absurd.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Self.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>On your own merits to descant be shy,<br />
+Or false, or true, the end is vanity.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Self-love.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Monimia's constancy we all must feel,<br />
+She loves herself, and is as true as steel.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Shakspeare and Milton.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>A lofty Christian shrine our Milton is,<br />
+But Shakspeare is the world's metropolis.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Slow Wife and Fast Husband.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>On his wild ways as calmly smileth she,<br />
+As the May moon upon a roaring sea.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Sorrow.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Sorrow's dark storm he blesses through all years<br />
+Who finds the priceless pearl among his tears.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Tennyson and Petrarch.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Love's laureate crown Italian Petrarch won;<br />
+Friendship's we twine for British Tennyson.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Terror.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>The quivering flesh ignores the will's control,<br />
+Unnerved beneath the palsy of the soul.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">The Epigram.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Who for an epigram would try, nor fail,<br />
+Puts Attic salt upon his verse's tail.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">The Morose Man.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Carries within his heart a little hell,<br />
+And all his phrases of the sulphur smell.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">The Proud Man.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Failing to rule shuts up his swelling breast;<br />
+Himself he cannot please, and scorns the rest.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">The Vain Man.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Craves To Seem First in Matters Great Or Small;<br />
+Always, in Short, To Be Admired of All.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">The Likeness between Them.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>In this at least the proud and vain agree;<br />
+Each in his heart cries, "Fall and worship me!"</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">The Difference between Them.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>This, praise devoureth howsoe'er exprest,<br />
+This, starves in sullen fast denied the best.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">To a Tear.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>O symbol dubious of mirth or woe!<br />
+Is't wit, or grief, or onions makes you flow?</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Truth and Love.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Truth without Love its mark must often miss,<br />
+It gives a cuff when you expect a kiss.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">War.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Thousands on distant fields endure and die;<br />
+Thousands at home can give no reason why.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Weak and Strong.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Some by the strength of others keep alive;<br />
+But full as many on their weakness thrive.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Wisdom.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Queen of all knowledge, thou, in every age!<br />
+Science thy counsellor, and Art thy page.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Wit and Humour.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Wit from the mind, and Humour from the mode,<br />
+And each helps Mirth to cheer life's weary road.</td></tr></table>
+
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Wit, Humour, and Comedy.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Humour is mode and form, Wit thought and sprite;<br />
+Both to combine is Comedy's delight.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Wit, Beauty, and Pronunciation.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Like Cupid's bow her vermeil lip she bends,<br />
+And with a twang her flashing wit descends.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Woman loves Man of renown.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Dearer his name than beauty, youth, and pelf;<br />
+She'd be his Fame, and blow the trump herself.</td></tr></table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+<tr><td align="center">
+<span class="smcap">Youth and Age.</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td>About the world Youth loves to peer and cruise,<br />
+About the world Age loves to hear and muse.</td></tr></table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_156.png" alt="" /></div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><i>Printed by</i> <span class="smcap">R. &amp; R. Clark</span>, <i>Edinburgh</i>.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="center"><span class="huge">TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES:</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="table">
+
+<tr><td>Punctuation has been corrected without note.<br />
+<br />
+Obvious typographical errors have been corrected as follows:<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Page 17: turn's changed to turns</span></td></tr></table>
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of A Century of Emblems, by G. S. Cautley
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: A Century of Emblems
+
+Author: G. S. Cautley
+
+Release Date: October 6, 2011 [EBook #37648]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A CENTURY OF EMBLEMS ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Chris Curnow, David E. Brown and the Online
+Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This
+file was produced from images generously made available
+by The Internet Archive)
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+  A CENTURY OF EMBLEMS
+
+
+
+
+  _Printed by R. & R. CLARK, Edinburgh._
+
+
+
+
+  A
+  Century of Emblems
+
+  BY
+  G. S. CAUTLEY
+  VICAR OF NETTLEDEN,
+  AUTHOR OF 'THE AFTERGLOW,' AND 'THE THREE FOUNTAINS.'
+
+  WITH ILLUSTRATIONS
+
+  By the Lady Marian Alford, Rear-Admiral Lord W. Compton,
+  Ven^{ble.} Lord A. Compton, R. Barnes, J. D. Cooper,
+  and the Author
+
+  London
+  MACMILLAN AND COMPANY
+  1878
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration: A
+  CENTURY
+  OF
+  EMBLEMS]
+
+
+
+
+  To the Memory
+  OF
+  CHARLES DOUGLAS,
+  MARQUIS OF NORTHAMPTON,
+  THIS LITTLE BOOK,
+  MAINLY DUE IN ITS PRESENT FORM TO
+  HIS GENEROSITY AND COUNSEL,
+  IS DEDICATED,
+  IN ALL GRATEFUL AND TENDER RECOLLECTION
+  BY
+  THE AUTHOR.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+
+This small volume is the latest of above three thousand[1] of a similar
+kind, which, under the general title of "Books of Emblems" have followed
+in the wake of the _Libellus Emblematum_,[2] a work, much resembling a
+child's primer in outward appearance, published at Augsburg in A.D.
+1532, and composed by Andrea Alciati, a famous lawyer, antiquary, and
+litterateur of Milan.
+
+This book consisted of nearly a hundred Latin Epigrams, some original,
+some translated or paraphrased from the Greek, and each accompanied by
+a rude woodcut illustration. Alciati was the first author who gave the
+name of Emblem to this form of expressing his ideas: and the notion for
+so doing was suggested by the original meaning of the word Emblem, which
+signifies anything inserted. The Greeks and Romans used to insert small
+pictures or bas-reliefs in the sides of vases, drinking-cups, and
+various other utensils: these little works of art were called Emblems:
+they were sometimes accompanied by mottoes or verses, and often made
+removable at pleasure, so that they formed no necessary part of the
+article which they adorned.
+
+Alciati, therefore, considering that the illustrations formed no
+necessary portion of his book, and that they were only inserted, as he
+says himself, to make his moral and philosophical teaching more
+attractive, gave to his collection of poems and pictures the name of
+"Book of Emblems."
+
+This idea took greatly with the public of his day, and for upwards of
+two hundred years afterwards, and generated a class of books now
+reckoned among the fossils of literature, which may be dug out of
+ancient libraries, or procured by chance here and there through the
+agency of those useful purveyors, the publishers of Catalogues of
+second-hand works.
+
+Now Emblem books have had their day, and are no longer regarded as a
+means of instruction or delight. They have done their duty as ornamental
+wits and lively educators, and now make way for others more suited to
+the age. There will be found very few theological teachers of our day
+who would, like Sebastian Stockhamer,[3] not only advise a patron to
+have the Emblems of Alciati always at hand at home and abroad, but
+suggest that he should do as Alexander did with the works of Homer,
+sleep with them under his pillow.
+
+He, therefore, who ventures to put forth his own conceits, clothed in
+this old-fashioned dress, before the present world of critical thinkers
+and impatient novel readers, must apologise for his intrusion and crave
+indulgence. Some, perhaps, who may look into these pages, will
+sympathise with the Author in the pleasure he has enjoyed in following
+the footsteps of the ingenious Emblematists of old, and will accept the
+subjoined Emblem as an illustration of their common feeling upon the
+subject:--
+
+  Though the new be gold, some love the old.
+
+  "They have wrecked the old farm with its chimneys so high,
+    And white flashing gables--my childhood's delight,
+  The old home is gone, and the sorrowing eye
+    Shuns the blue-slated upstart that glares from its site;"
+  So flowed my fresh feeling, when loud at my side
+    Rose the voice of a stranger arresting the tide:
+
+  "What an emblem is here of the glories of change,
+    Which purges and pares the old world to its quick;
+  Transforming that rat-hole and ricketty grange,
+    With its plaster and laths to a mansion of brick."
+  The prose chilled like ice,--I sank into my skin,
+    And felt my poor sentiment almost a sin.
+
+The Author thinks it necessary to say, that circumstances over which he
+had no control prevented him from carrying out his original idea, which
+was that every set of verses should be accompanied by an illustration;
+and it is only by the assistance of many friends, to whom his best
+acknowledgments are due, that he has been able to provide the
+comparatively few accompanying woodcuts.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[1] See p. 8 of Preface to "Andrea Alciati and his Book of Emblems,"
+etc., by Henry Green, M.A.; London, Truebner and Co., 1872, in which the
+learned writer states he has "formed an index of Emblem Books of which
+the titles number upwards of 3000, and the authors above 1300.
+
+[2] This little book was followed by another of the same description
+published at Venice 1546. These two were afterwards combined into one
+volume.
+
+[3] See p. 5 of his edition of A. Alciati Emblemata, 1556.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+                                                          PAGE
+
+PROEM                                                        1
+
+EMBLEMS EVERYWHERE                                           3
+
+THE SUN AN EMBLEM OF THE CREATOR                             4
+
+SUNSET ON CAMPAGNA OF ROME                                   5
+
+CUPID REFORMED                                               7
+
+COLOSSAL HAND IN MUSEUM AT ROME                              8
+
+PURITANS AND RITUALISTS                                      9
+
+THE BEACON CREST                                            10
+
+ROOKS                                                       11
+
+UNA                                                         12
+
+LIGHTHOUSE BUILT LIKE A CHURCH                              13
+
+CHURCH IN THE VALLEY                                        14
+
+CHURCH BELLS AND SHEEP BELLS                                15
+
+THE BROOK AT SUNSET                                         16
+
+THE CHURCH TOWER AT SUNSET                                  17
+
+SUMMER SUNSET                                               18
+
+THE COMET                                                   19
+
+THE ROCKET                                                  20
+
+THE GIRANDOLA AT ROME                                       21
+
+THE MOON                                                    22
+
+HEAVEN LIGHTS AND HOME LIGHTS                               24
+
+CLOUD EMBLEM                                                25
+
+COTTAGE SMOKE ASCENDING                                     26
+
+SMOKE NOT ASCENDING                                         27
+
+THE CARELESS SHEPHERD                                       28
+
+CHILD AND SNAKES                                            29
+
+INNOCENCE                                                   31
+
+HILARION                                                    32
+
+THE FOOLISH COLT                                            33
+
+TROUTS                                                      34
+
+THE PLATYPUS                                                35
+
+THE RAPE OF PROSERPINE                                      36
+
+GIRLS RUNNING                                               37
+
+THE SIREN                                                   38
+
+THE STRANGE CHOICE                                          39
+
+THE PUDDLE                                                  40
+
+THE MIRY LANE                                               41
+
+THE DOUBTFUL RACE                                           42
+
+THE SLIDING BOY                                             43
+
+YOUTH                                                       44
+
+THE FERRY OF DEATH                                          45
+
+THE FORGE AND THE SUNSET                                    46
+
+THE UNDERGROWTH                                             47
+
+WINTER IN MAY                                               48
+
+THE SOLITARY                                                49
+
+THE GOLDEN MEAN                                             50
+
+AUTUMN                                                      51
+
+JUSTISSIMA TELLUS                                           52
+
+THE FLINTY FIELD                                            53
+
+HOME AND ABROAD                                             54
+
+DISTANT SOUNDS                                              55
+
+THE FRIENDLY THORN                                          56
+
+HAPPINESS                                                   57
+
+BRIDEGROOM TO BRIDE                                         58
+
+THE EAR-RING                                                59
+
+THE GARDEN POOL                                             59
+
+THE SCARECROW                                               60
+
+WE JUDGE OTHERS BY OURSELVES                                62
+
+THE LAY FIGURE                                              63
+
+THE WINDMILL                                                64
+
+FAIRIES AND FACTORIES                                       65
+
+RIGHTEOUS OVERMUCH                                          66
+
+INEXPERIENCE                                                67
+
+THE SUNKEN IRON-CLAD                                        68
+
+THE MASTER'S WILL                                           69
+
+NOW OR NEVER                                                70
+
+LABOUR LOST                                                 71
+
+THE LOST FISH                                               72
+
+STRIKING THE TENT                                           73
+
+THE TURKISH BRIDGE                                          74
+
+THE CROCODILE                                               75
+
+THE MOUNTAINS OF EL TIH                                     76
+
+DAMASCUS IN THE EVENING                                     77
+
+THE TWO GOATS                                               78
+
+THE ARAB WELL                                               79
+
+THE DEAD CROCODILE                                          80
+
+THE HYAENA                                                   81
+
+GRATITUDE                                                   82
+
+THE NUBIAN BOATMEN                                          83
+
+THE CHRISTIAN PILGRIM                                       84
+
+THE FORGET-ME-NOT                                           85
+
+TEXTS ON TOMBSTONES                                         86
+
+ROSE GARDEN AT ASHRIDGE                                     87
+
+THE HEIFER DEPRIVED OF HER MATES                            88
+
+DUCKS AT PLAY                                               89
+
+THE TAME HARE                                               90
+
+THE WATCHFUL DOG                                            91
+
+THE PUPPIES AND THE THUNDER                                 92
+
+EMBLEM OF TRUE PHILOSOPHY                                   93
+
+THE GUIDE-POST                                              94
+
+THE WAYSIDE MONITOR                                         95
+
+THE BOOMERANG                                               96
+
+THE WRONG PLACE                                             97
+
+THE WRONG TIME                                              98
+
+TRAVELLING FOR EXCITEMENT                                   99
+
+THE HAWSER                                                 100
+
+TRAINED CORMORANTS                                         101
+
+THE BAT                                                    102
+
+WATERFALL BY THE SEA                                       103
+
+THE DYING SWAN                                             104
+
+THE PEACOCK                                                105
+
+THE HUNTER                                                 106
+
+THE RACER                                                  108
+
+THE SYBARITES                                              109
+
+FRANCIS PERRIER THE ENGRAVER                               110
+
+ROME                                                       111
+
+THEODORIC                                                  112
+
+SOCIAL LIFE A PICNIC                                       113
+
+THE HIPPOCAMPUS, OR SEA-HORSE                              117
+
+BIVALVES                                                   121
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+
+                                                          PAGE
+
+EMBLEMS EVERYWHERE              _R. Barnes_                  3
+                        _From Drawing by the Author._
+
+CUPID REFORMED                 _J. D. Cooper_                7
+                     _From a slight Sketch by the late
+                         Marquis of Northampton._
+
+THE BEACON CREST        _Rear-Admiral Lord W. Compton_      10
+
+LIGHTHOUSE LIKE A CHURCH         _The Author_               13
+
+THE BROOK AT SUNSET                 _Do._                   16
+
+THE COMET                     _Do. and J. D. Cooper_        19
+
+THE MOON                            _Do._                   22
+
+COTTAGE SMOKE ASCENDING             _Do._                   26
+
+CHILD AND SNAKES             _Lady Marian Alford_           29
+
+THE FOOLISH COLT                _The Author_                33
+
+THE RAPE OF PROSERPINE              _Do._                   36
+
+THE STRANGE CHOICE                  _Do._                   39
+
+THE DOUBTFUL RACE                   _Do._                   42
+
+THE FERRY OF DEATH               _R. Barnes_                45
+                         _From Sketch by the Author._
+
+WINTER IN MAY                   _The Author_                48
+
+AUTUMN                              _Do._                   51
+
+HOME AND ABROAD                     _Do._                   54
+
+HAPPINESS                        _R. Barnes_                57
+                         _From Sketch by the Author._
+
+THE SCARECROW                    _The Author_               60
+
+THE WINDMILL                        _Do._                   64
+
+INEXPERIENCE            _Rear-Admiral Lord W. Compton_      67
+
+NOW OR NEVER                        _Do._                   70
+
+STRIKING THE TENT                _The Author_               73
+
+THE MOUNTAINS OF EL TIH             _Do._                   76
+
+THE ARAB WELL                       _Do._                   79
+
+GRATITUDE                       _R. Barnes_                 82
+                        _From Drawing by the Author._
+
+THE FORGET-ME-NOT               _The Author_                85
+
+THE HEIFER DEPRIVED OF HER MATES    _Do._                   88
+
+THE WATCHFUL DOG                    _Do._                   91
+
+THE GUIDE-POST                      _Do._                   94
+
+THE WRONG PLACE                     _Do._                   97
+
+THE HAWSER              _Rear-Admiral Lord W. Compton_     100
+
+WATERFALL BY THE SEA             _The Author_              103
+
+THE HUNTER                          _Do._                  106
+
+FRANCIS PERRIER                     _Do._                  110
+
+THE HIPPOCAMPUS                  _R. Barnes_               117
+                                _From Nature._
+
+BIVALVES                    _Ven. Lord A. Compton_         121
+
+FRONTISPIECE AND FRAMES TO WOODCUTS      _Lady Marian Alford._
+
+
+
+
+A CENTURY OF EMBLEMS
+
+
+
+
+PROEM.
+
+
+  I had not breathed such notes as these,
+    Save to myself in field or wood,
+  But for the venial hope to please
+    Some spirits of the wise and good.
+
+  For honest mirth that sings the truth,
+    And shakes a bell in Folly's ear,
+  May serve a crumpled hour to smooth,
+    And whisk away a peevish tear;
+
+  While haply to the heart may go
+    Some tones amid the fall and rise,
+  And stir the silent springs below
+    Of deeper, holier sympathies.
+
+  So now into the streets of life
+    I venture forth, but not alone,
+  Too well aware its roar and strife
+    Would drown my feeble undertone.
+
+  And mindful of the world's disdain,
+    I mimic him of Rhodope,[A]
+  And start, escorted by a train
+    Of beast, and bird, and flower, and tree;
+
+  For lack of these, his guardian brood,
+    The poet in his lonely woe,
+  By Thracian dames was torn and strewed
+    Upon the Hyperborean snow.
+
+  Were these the critics of the day?
+    And does this ancient tale, forsooth,
+  Symbol the perils of his way
+    Who seeks to win by tuneful truth?
+
+  Thrice welcome, then, O sister art!
+    Divert the eye with pictured spell,
+  Assume your own attractive part,
+    And share the wrath you may not quell.
+
+  FOOTNOTE:
+    [A] Orpheus.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+EMBLEMS EVERYWHERE.
+
+
+  A simple faith, if fancy fed
+    Is girt with holy signs,
+  And common sights are seen and read
+    As writ in holy lines.
+
+  A fish, a ship, the night and day,
+    Some Christian truth declare,
+  And e'en the winging crows display
+    Black crosses in the air.
+
+  Nor blame thou this simplicity,
+    For love is at the core,
+  Which only sees what others see,
+    But feels a little more.
+
+
+
+
+THE SUN AN EMBLEM OF THE CREATOR.
+
+
+  'Mid the glow of the dawning and dew of the mist,
+    The valley awakens in beauty and tears,
+  For the life-bringing day-star the ridges hath kiss'd,
+    And the presence is felt ere the splendour appears.
+
+  Now the cloud-curtain parts--from pavilion of gold
+    The monarch goes forth with tiara of flame,
+  And his banners abroad to the zenith unrolled,
+    Reflect on our hearts the Ineffable Name.
+
+  O emblem of Godhead! majestic, supreme,
+    Life drinks at thy fountain, its wave is our breath,
+  While in rapturous awe of the glory we dream
+    Whose glance is creation, whose absence is death.
+
+
+
+
+SUNSET ON CAMPAGNA OF ROME.
+
+
+  When bathes the sun his burning crown,
+    Within old Ostia's main,
+  He sends transforming angels down
+    Upon the Roman plain.
+
+  Bright threads they fling of iris hue,
+    And scatter crimson plumes,
+  As if all nature to renew
+    With showers of fiery blooms.
+
+  See flashing out in golden grace
+    A thousand arches rise,
+  And bridge the violet depths of space
+    To mountains of surprise.
+
+  To mountain waves of amethyst,
+    All flaming up carmine;
+  Upon each crest the angels rest
+    Who tend the sun's decline.
+
+  But soon the subtle pomps of light
+    Evade us like a dream,
+  And with a breath the greys of night
+    Envelop every gleam.
+
+  The fires are dead, the gold is stone,
+    The mountains, shadowy ghosts:
+  Ah, whither are the angels gone
+    With all their radiant hosts?
+
+  They travel on from height to height,
+    In splendour to diffuse
+  The truth that earth's divinest light
+    Hath no abiding hues.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+CUPID REFORMED.
+
+  LOVE TRAINED IS HEAVEN GAINED.
+
+
+  You say he wounds both good and naught,
+    Both old and young in wanton play,
+  Was never brat so badly taught,--
+    There, take his feathery stings away:
+
+  Now send him to the Sunday school,
+    With decent frock o'er shoulders small,
+  There let him learn the golden rule,
+    He'll prove a cherub after all.
+
+
+
+
+COLOSSAL HAND IN MUSEUM AT ROME,
+
+  A.D. 1856.
+
+
+  This hand colossal from Colossus torn,
+    This idol fragment pedestal'd on high,
+  Fulfils a nobler purpose now forlorn,
+    Than in the pomp of its integrity.
+
+  It heartens love, that finger pointing ever
+    Up towards the heavenly many-mansioned home,
+  Where members of one Lord no creed shall sever,
+    Though sundered here, alas! in papal Rome.
+
+
+
+
+PURITANS AND RITUALISTS.
+
+
+  In robes symbolical, through incensed air,
+    Some pray in temples amid lights and hues,
+  While some in tabernacles simply bare,
+    Beauty's bright aid mistrustingly refuse.
+
+  Pray, Christians, as ye will, by nurture swayed,
+    Habit, tradition, phantasy, or youth--
+  With faith is all; our Lord hath only said,
+    He will be served in spirit and in truth.
+
+  But, brethren of a brotherhood divine,
+    So dear to Him on whom ye daily call,
+  Why darken with the dust of strife malign
+    The sunshine of that love that blesses all?
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE BEACON CREST.
+
+  TO THE MEMORY OF SPENCER, MARQUIS OF NORTHAMPTON.
+
+
+  A blessing on the beacon's name,
+    Our guide across the midnight sea;
+  Who bears for crest that guardian flame,
+    Himself a burning light should be.
+
+  And such thou wert, my patron dear,
+    Thy beams were justice, faith, and love;
+  Ah! may we by their memory steer,
+    Since thou art with the lights above.
+
+
+
+
+ROOKS.
+
+
+  O rooks, I love to watch through quiet eve
+    Your mystic circles in the golden air,
+  And in your solemn monotones conceive
+    The instinct of a universal prayer.
+
+  Welcome then, wide-winged blackamoors, who poise
+    Inverted wigwams in the swaying heights,
+  And cheer the windy March with clanging noise,
+    Long may fate spare your labour and delights,
+
+  Toilers and teachers strenuously good
+    Like you I see life's gusty hours defy,
+  Like you from earth they win their daily food,
+    Like you they build their hopes and homes on high.
+
+
+
+
+UNA.
+
+
+  We thank thee, gentle Spenser, for thy song
+    Of Una, virgin Una brave and sweet,
+  Whose eloquence subdued the Satyr throng,
+    And bowed the tearful monsters to her feet.
+
+  Nor song alone but prophecy was thine,
+    Forecasting many a Una wise and mild,
+  Who spends her loving life in toil divine,
+    Taming street Arabs petulant and wild,
+
+  The gutter offspring of a race obscure;
+    Cheerly to these within their noxious dens
+  The Cross she brings, nor doubts its shining pure
+    Grace through the gloom and mercy will dispense,
+
+  And though to scare the ribald from her way
+    No guardian lion by her side doth move,
+  The shield of faith she bears hath sovran sway,
+    And the strong spirit of all-conquering love.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+LIGHTHOUSE BUILT LIKE A CHURCH.
+
+
+  That tapering Pharos pierces night
+    As would a church bell tower;
+  And far and wide its streaming light
+    Symbols the Church's power,
+
+  Which flinging many a radiant clue
+    O'er life's bewildering foam,
+  Guides weary souls the darkness through
+    To their celestial home.
+
+
+
+
+CHURCH IN THE VALLEY.
+
+
+  A tree of life from Eden far,
+    O lowly church, you stand!
+  So stood the Lord whose sign you are,
+    And blessed the barren land.
+
+  A tower of strength you show to all
+    Who recognise His grace:
+  The tender lights which round you fall
+    Write heaven upon your face.
+
+  Your bells down in the hollow lea
+    Cry as from sheltering nest,
+  "Come all ye labouring men to Me,
+    And I will give you rest."
+
+
+
+
+CHURCH BELLS AND SHEEP BELLS.
+
+
+  The sheep bells tinkle from the knoll
+    Faintly and sweet 'twixt far and near,
+  But hark! at hand the funeral toll
+    How solemn and how clear
+
+  Each wafts a hint to faithful love
+    Of ever-mingling wealth and woe,
+  The energy of life above,
+    The requiem below.
+
+  Now sweeps the wholesome evening breath
+    As tho' a voice from Heaven should fall,
+  Blending the notes of life and death,
+    And harmonising all.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE BROOK AT SUNSET.
+
+
+  Could Pison or Pactolus old
+        Eclipse our little stream to-night?
+  What grape might yield a glossier gold,
+          Such amber streams,
+          And ruby gleams
+        Fringed all along with dazzling light
+        That ripples down thro' emerald meadows bright?
+
+  Brief pageant! minions of the sun,
+        With him the hues in gloom decline;
+  Then think on the Eternal One,
+          Sun of the soul,
+          At whose control
+        Outpours the living light divine,
+        The grace that turns life's water into wine.
+
+
+
+
+THE CHURCH TOWER AT SUNSET.
+
+
+  See with a radiance noontide never gave
+    Our little tower fling back the evening gold!
+  Like to a sunlit rose upon a grave,
+  Like to a star upon the midnight wave,
+  When all of earth that was so bright and brave
+    Is waning into dusk obscure and cold.
+
+  So in the nightfall of that dread decay
+    When worlds their borrowed lustre shall resign,
+  They who o'erlooked her on her lowly way,
+  They who despised her in her robes of clay,
+  Shall in the glory of her opening day
+    Bow down abashed before the Bride Divine.
+
+
+
+
+SUMMER SUNSET.
+
+
+  I saw the summer sunset die
+      On golden clouds beyond the rain,
+  I saw the dying Christian lie
+      Bright-eyed amid a weeping train.
+
+  I read on evening's roseate pile
+      Hope of a lovelier day than this;
+  I hailed in that expiring smile
+      Assurance of eternal bliss.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE COMET.
+
+
+  Lone one, wilt thou no signal pass,
+    Thy mission to declare,
+  Whether a world-destroying mass,
+  Or flame-flower of Elysian grass,
+    Or seraph's burning hair?
+
+  Or may be torch from hearth unknown
+    Upheld by powers unseen,
+  Each pacing their appointed zone
+  In mute procession one by one
+    A thousand years between.
+
+  Let Time shake out my dribbling sand;
+    Who would not die to see
+  The eternal treasures of a land
+  Whose glories shine above a strand
+    With waifs and strays like thee!
+
+
+
+
+THE ROCKET.
+
+
+  The child who sees the rocket fire
+    Its arch of stars o'er tower and plain,
+  Laments to find them all expire,
+    And but a worthless wand remain.
+
+  And such with all its soaring sound
+    Is eloquence despite of art,
+  Whose flashy flights the ear astound,
+    But leave no light within the heart.
+
+
+
+
+THE GIRANDOLA AT ROME.
+
+
+  O suns! O founts! O domes of fire,
+    O palaces of seraph kings!
+  O shining ones who all aspire
+    To fan the stars with flaming wings!
+
+  My soul, what gracious glorious power
+    To hue and radiance God hath given!
+  I felt as though for half-an-hour
+    I stood before the gates of Heaven.
+
+  Now all is dark, and so I bring
+    With joy my splendid memories home,
+  And think of heaven whene'er I sing
+    The bright Girandola of Rome.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE MOON
+
+  ON EARTH DISOWNED, IN HEAVEN ENTHRONED.
+
+
+  When first behind the woods arose
+      The moon with red distempered fire,
+  We feared beyond the hilly close
+      Some conflagration dire.
+
+  But see her now enthroned on high,
+      Clear of the thwarting trees,
+  She glows upon the watchet sky
+      God's seal of golden peace.
+
+  So spirits rich in grace divine
+      Misunderstood, distorted, here,
+  Shall with unsullied lustre shine
+      In Heaven's congenial sphere.
+
+
+
+
+HEAVEN LIGHTS AND HOME LIGHTS.
+
+
+  Pale broken lights that close our heavenly view
+  Caressing eve ere weeps the twilight dew,
+  Tender ye are as love smiles shining through
+  Life's parting hour: adieu, dark day, adieu!
+
+  Ye cheer our footsteps on the wintry way,
+  Kind hints from Heaven when earth is cold and gray.
+  Heaven is our home; and we but wanderers through
+  This glimmering vale: adieu, dark day, adieu!
+
+  Short is our journey now, nor steep the road;
+  Sound still our limbs and light our daily load;
+  Chill night we leave behind, and hasten through
+  Home's glowing door: adieu, dark day, adieu!
+
+  Dear emblems, these we cherish till the last
+  Deep nightfall on our brows the shadow cast,
+  And we by faith see glory shining through
+  The door of death: adieu, dark day, adieu!
+
+
+
+
+CLOUD EMBLEM.
+
+
+  Beneath the vault of yonder clouds
+    A lake of sunshine lies,
+  The rent between those shifting shrouds
+    Reveals it to our eyes.
+
+  The glory of its amber light
+    Clasped by an opal shore,
+  Melts me to joy I cannot write
+    And makes my heart adore.
+
+  I feel as if the great white throne
+    Rose dazzling there above,
+  Nor inaccessible its zone
+    To those that feel and love.
+
+  Beneath, the elders all bow down
+    Each in his radiant stole--
+  Each in the lake hath cast his crown,
+    The homage of a soul.
+
+  Emblem of Heaven! sublime device!
+    No air can thee retain:
+  Read in the Word, the Heart, the Skies,
+    Thee we shall meet again.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+COTTAGE SMOKE ASCENDING.
+
+
+  The silent smoke in column true
+    Streams from the poor man's hearth,
+  Right up into the ether blue,
+    Uniting heaven and earth.
+
+  From lowly hearts thus quiet prayer
+    Sends up a golden cord
+  To God's right hand, uniting there
+    The labourer to his Lord.
+
+
+
+
+SMOKE NOT ASCENDING.
+
+
+  The lolling smoke which clouds the noonday skies
+    And mars the outline of our orchard trees,
+  Smirching the buds and blossoms, here supplies
+    An emblem of the gross ignoble ease
+
+  Of apathetic souls, which lost in sloth,
+    Lifting no thought to heaven, with sordid care
+  Infect young hearts around, and check the growth
+    Of aspirations craving purer air.
+
+
+
+
+THE CARELESS SHEPHERD.
+
+
+  How like the world these flowery leas
+    On which fantastic shadows play;
+  And, lo, the shepherd sleeps at ease,
+    And sheep like sinners go astray.
+
+  The night mist broods o'er yonder mere;
+    Wake, slumberer! lest thy Lord complain
+  When the dim folding hour draws near,
+    And thou shalt seek His lambs in vain.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+CHILD AND SNAKES.
+
+
+  Haste! ere the simple infant die
+    Which, lured by glistening strakes,
+  With tender fingers would untie
+    That knot of tangled snakes.
+
+  Thus man with a perverted skill,
+    In his own darkness blind,
+  The mystic coil of Fate and Will
+    Seeks madly to unbind.
+
+  Guide Thou aright his questing zeal,
+    Teach him in Thy bright word
+  Content Thy perfect love to feel,
+    O Spirit of the Lord!
+
+
+
+
+INNOCENCE.
+
+
+  We children shuddered when we heard
+  Of many a pretty painted bird
+        Held by the glittering eye
+  Of cruel serpent, fold on fold,
+  Close gliding, till with blood run cold
+        The victim dropt to die.
+
+  But we revived when friends would say
+  How rustling leaf, or broken spray
+        Might foil the poisonous snare,
+  And how the bird, untranced and free,
+  Shoots like a meteor from the tree
+        Into the azure air.
+
+  So innocence may be beguiled
+  By sensual spirits masked and mild,
+        And feigning pure delight;
+  But dropt the mask,--on wings of prayer,
+  O'er mists of earth and clouds of air
+        She gains her holy height.
+
+
+
+
+HILARION.
+
+
+  See at Hilarion's saintly sign
+    The serpent mount the pyre,
+  And all its scaly strength resign
+    To the consuming fire.
+
+  Such is the miracle of Grace
+    Which on the pilgrim's way,
+  Ordains that hell's malignant race
+    Should work its own decay.
+
+  Let but the faithful suppliant urge,
+    God will His fire impart,
+  The serpent coils of sin to purge
+    From every willing heart.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE FOOLISH COLT.
+
+
+  This discontented colt, full fed,
+    Aweary of its pasture rich,
+  Half dislocates its brainless head
+    For nettles in the dusty ditch.
+
+  Skills not the amplest range of joys,
+    What we have not is our desire;
+  This proved amid his golden toys
+    The little prince who screamed for mire.
+
+
+
+
+TROUTS.
+
+
+  With poising fins against the stream,
+    Their heads the shadowy troutlings set,
+  Though vain their patient instincts seem,
+  For chilly April's mirrored gleam
+      No fly disturbs as yet.
+
+  And so against ill-fashion's tide,
+    With faithful wills untaught to swerve,
+  Though cold philosophy deride,
+  The saints hold on and calmly bide
+      His season whom they serve.
+
+
+
+
+THE PLATYPUS.
+
+
+  A triple monster here is shown
+    Which old Chimera mocks,
+  Bird, fish, and quadruped in one,
+    The duck-billed Paradox.
+
+  Emblem of him whose every wish
+    Concentres in a feast;
+  Like duck he gobbles, drinks like fish,
+    And proves himself a beast.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE RAPE OF PROSERPINE.
+
+
+  Sweet Proserpine you here behold
+    Far from her corn-crowned mother's care,
+  Dragged down by Pluto, swart and old,
+    His dismal throne to share.
+
+  She figures many a one the prey
+    Of passion's ill-resisted powers,
+  Who, spurning all that love can say,
+    Seeks but for earthly flowers.
+
+  Ere these you gather, maiden mine,
+    With faith's pure lilies wreathe your soul,
+  Then fear not any art malign
+    Shall work thee mortal dole.
+
+
+
+
+GIRLS RUNNING.
+
+
+  As yet they make of life a dancing race,
+    Rarely they pause to pant, still less to think;
+  They have not met the dark ones face to face,
+    They have not shuddered o'er the ghastly brink.
+  Life's holiday is theirs;--how sweet to hear
+    The gay young laughter rippling down the wind;
+  Ah! who would breathe the name of care or fear,
+    Or hint that fortune could be less than kind!
+
+  They skim gazelle-like pitfalls set in flowers,
+    Too glib their ankles for the serpent's bite,
+  Yet on and on they rush to meet the hours
+    Of dimness and perplexity and night.
+  Yes, each must suffer, and some too will fall,
+    But not for aye need sin and grief o'ercast;
+  May He who knows His lambs, and loves them all,
+    To His own fold ingather them at last.
+
+
+
+
+THE SIREN.
+
+
+  A Siren on a rocky isle,
+    A youth upon the cliff is seen;
+  She tries his fancy to beguile,
+    The deep dark water moans between.
+
+  "Gentle thou art," he saith, "and fair,
+    Yet nought thine azure eyes avail,
+  Amid the golden coils of hair,
+    Gleams weirdly forth the fish's tail."
+
+  Yet still he gazed, she smiled the more:
+    She sang a wondrous witching strain;
+  He groaned and sighed, he laughed and swore,
+    Then plunged into the deadly main.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE STRANGE CHOICE.
+
+
+  How grim the woods, the tower how pale;
+    The landscape colourless and cold,
+  While all the hovel foul and frail,
+  The ragged thatch and battered sail,
+      Are gorgeous in the sunset gold!
+
+  Such seems the girl's capricious part,
+    Who flouts the noble, wise, and true,
+  And wastes her loving burning heart,
+  And glorifies with doting art
+      The basest of her courting crew.
+
+
+
+
+THE PUDDLE.
+
+
+  This shallow pool which ruffling in the breeze,
+    Spurts gold and azure at the morning sun,
+  Ere night will be a blot of slimy lees,
+    By the absorbing heat and wind foredone.
+
+  Thou dost with glittering surface, puddle fine,
+    Of fools and prodigals the fate pourtray,
+  Who in the transient flattery swell and shine
+    Of knaves who suck their substance all away.
+
+
+
+
+THE MIRY LANE.
+
+
+  We looked o'er the gate on a wearisome lane,
+  Tracked afar by cold gleams of the new fallen rain;
+  An emblem it seemed of that oft-trodden road,
+  The sorrowful life, and its final abode,
+  With its mire of transgressions and furrows of care,
+  Its pools full of tears, and its sloughs of despair;
+  And we sighed to perceive it was lost to our view
+  Amid desolate wilds and vague ridges of blue.
+  But there flamed up the welkin a ravishing change,
+  That engulphed in its splendours the misty cloud range,
+  And the path that we shuddered at caught the sky's fire,
+  The pools flushed in silver, and gold was its mire;
+  And we smiled in our hearts when we saw that it led
+  Right into the sunset 'neath streamers of red.
+  Faith's path will reflect the celestial glow,
+  And bring heaven to the heart wheresoever we go;
+  Deep and rough it may be, yet they sing on the road
+  Who know that it ends in the welcome of God.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE DOUBTFUL RACE.
+
+
+  Beyond the hill his vessel lies,
+    Would he were safe upon its side,
+  Who now through brake and thicket flies
+    To gain the ferry in his stride.
+
+  Loitering at first, though well he knew
+    That time and tide for no man wait,
+  He dreads to think what ills pursue
+    The idle seaman all too late.
+
+  Nelson, himself a nation's power,
+    Victor of hosts in every clime,
+  Stood ready aye before the hour,
+    Nor ever deigned to race with time.
+
+
+
+
+THE SLIDING BOY.
+
+
+  He shouts, he slides, my rosy boy,
+    A moment, then comes rattling down;
+  Youth's type is here, a slippery joy,
+    A sudden fall, a bleeding crown.
+
+  He rises, brushing off the tears
+    In silence as he glides again;
+  And typifies through all our years
+    The soberer course which follows pain.
+
+
+
+
+YOUTH.
+
+
+  That thoughtless child of sport and truth,
+    I cannot with reproaches stone,
+  O loving, laughing, trusting youth,
+    For ever, ever gone!
+
+  Sin taints, alas! the old and young,
+    And thou hast duly borne the rod;
+  And often for a venial wrong,
+    Thou sweetest gift of God.
+
+  I love to muse upon the boy,
+    And his sublime aspirings trace,
+  When hand in hand with Hope and Joy
+    He challenged Fate to race.
+
+  Still in my heart I fain would bear
+    Some flowers of his beyond the tomb,
+  Perhaps the crystal waters there
+    May renovate their bloom.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE FERRY OF DEATH.
+
+
+  When o'er death's ferry youth departs,
+    Upbraid not his reluctant moan;
+  Think of the loved and loving hearts
+    He leaves, to cross the gulf alone.
+
+  But when life's sun is low i' the west,
+    Calmly we may our turn abide,
+  For most of those we love the best
+    Are shining on the other side.
+
+
+
+
+THE FORGE AND THE SUNSET.
+
+
+  The sunset pales along the height,
+    The smithy flashes free below,
+  And ever in the thickening light
+    The forge emits a lustier glow.
+
+  As Faith declines, with grosser flame
+    Earth's passion thus our being fills;
+  And Heaven becomes a fading name,
+    A glimmer o'er death's shadowy hills.
+
+
+
+
+THE UNDERGROWTH.
+
+
+  In yonder grove the woodman's bill
+    The pillared trees by scores hath laid,
+  But Nature every gap will fill,
+    The springing undergrowth will spread,
+  And we shall half forget the ill,
+    So rich the greenery overhead.
+
+  Thus Death, the hewer, down may smite
+    Into the depths where all must blend,
+  The dearest from our daily sight,
+    Yet love shall never lack a friend;
+  Still proffer us the young and bright
+    Such kindly escort to the end.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+WINTER IN MAY.
+
+
+  Winter! black-browed and bearded with the snows,
+    We thought thee vexed with April's wanton ways
+  Brooding afar amid the Arctic floes,
+    Or with new icebergs fringing dreary bays.
+
+  Loyal we honoured thy appointed time,
+    And crowned thee January's lawful king;
+  Why falls thy crushing sceptre edged with rime
+    Upon the verdant loveliness of spring?
+
+  We think of Holbein's pencil, quaint and coarse,
+    And that weird skeleton in ghastly pride
+  Haling to doom with such superfluous force
+    All in her flowery youth the virgin bride.
+
+
+
+
+THE SOLITARY.
+
+
+  Aweary of his worldly life,
+    The tempter to elude,
+  The hermit flies from work and strife
+    To desert solitude.
+
+  But there, alas! finds no repose
+    From Fancy's Comus crew,
+  Since dream he must, where'er he goes,
+    With nothing else to do.
+
+  Would'st drive such imps from heart and brain,
+    Take, then, the ancient way,
+  Prescribed in many a holy strain,
+    And work as well as pray.
+
+
+
+
+THE GOLDEN MEAN.
+
+
+  All inaccessible a Tree arose
+    Amid the shining mountains of Cathay,
+  Its head was capp'd with numbing mists and snows,
+    Around its root a fiery whirlpool lay;
+
+  But midway 'twixt the furnace and the cloud
+    Bright fruits were by the keen-eyed watchers seen;
+  "There," cried the sage to the excited crowd,
+    "Behold the treasures of the Golden Mean."
+
+  Then girt he some with wings, and won to skill
+    Through many a fall between the earth and sun,
+  The wings bore names--th' indomitable Will,
+    And Faith--by these the glorious prize they won.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+AUTUMN.
+
+
+  He sat among the yellowing trees,
+    Low winds to beech and oak did call,
+  Murmuring of Nature's old decrees
+    And yearly tribute to the Fall.
+
+  Now is there silence all around,
+    And you may hear the branches cast
+  Their offerings on the fragrant ground,
+    'Tis here an acorn, there a mast.
+
+  And thus in life's autumnal grove,
+    At intervals, with bated breath,
+  We hear the ripe ones whom we love
+    Drop to the quiet home of death.
+
+
+
+
+JUSTISSIMA TELLUS.
+
+
+  Dear mother Earth, no usurer thou,
+      Since all who heed thy liberal law,
+  For every dint of spade or plough
+  On vale or heath or mountain brow,
+      A full and punctual interest draw.
+
+  And still thy richest sheaves are they
+      Which, in the ripeness of the years,
+  The angel-reapers bear away
+  To glory and eternal day,
+      When nought of thee but dust appears.
+
+  Thrice happy they who trace the line
+      In every quickening field and grove
+  Of heaven's munificent design,
+  The recompense of life divine
+      For toiling days of faithful love.
+
+
+
+
+THE FLINTY FIELD.
+
+
+  You scorn our hill of glittering flints
+      As though 'twere sown with dragon's teeth,
+  For that the surface gives no hints,
+      No hopes of genial growth beneath.
+
+  Judge not the surface, bide the hour
+      When He, whose grace can melt the rock,
+  Shall bid o'er every flint to tower
+      A hundred-headed golden shock.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+HOME AND ABROAD.
+
+
+  Black and white in a windy war--
+    Lo! wave devouring wave,
+  And wilder as we look afar
+    The ocean monsters rave.
+
+  But here, within this sheltering bight,
+    A glossy sheet upcurls
+  In whispering cadence low and light,
+    Its rainbows fringed with pearls.
+
+  Secluded thus from outer brawl,
+    In unambitious ease,
+  Be ours the lowly home where all
+    Is tuned to love and peace.
+
+
+
+
+DISTANT SOUNDS.
+
+
+  The children at their evening play
+    Shout from the village street;
+  The wind blows all that's rude away,
+    The rest is gay and sweet.
+
+  So from our garden seat on high,
+    We love the sound to hear,
+  For distance that enchants the eye
+    Can fascinate the ear.
+
+  Trills that distract us from the cage
+    Were in the woods a joy;
+  Who scans too narrowly life's page
+    Will many a boon destroy.
+
+
+
+
+THE FRIENDLY THORN.
+
+
+  I thought an asp had stung my hand
+      While thridding Narnis' fragrant wood,
+  When lo! in purpling blushes grand,
+  As if my homage to command,
+      The queen of all wild roses stood.
+
+  The captive beauty soon I bound
+      My lady's bosom to adorn,--
+  Beauty whose joy I ne'er had found,
+  Upon that tangled briery mound,
+      But for the sharp and friendly thorn.
+
+  So hearts that slept from hour to hour,
+      Pierced to the quick by sorrow's cry,
+  Awake to fresh inspiring power,
+  And clasp Faith's brightest purest flower,
+      The rose divine of Charity.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+HAPPINESS.
+
+
+  To figure true felicity
+    This picture doth intend,
+  A pleasant road, sweet company,
+    And God's house at the end.
+
+
+
+
+BRIDEGROOM TO BRIDE.
+
+  To the happy all things are heavenly.
+
+
+  Where'er I turn this blessed day,
+  'Tis heaven and sunshine every way;
+  With heavenly songs and heavenly hues,
+  Mingle the birds, and flowers, and dews.
+  Lo! here within the crystal moat
+  Heaven's clouds like radiant islands float,
+  And high above the golden hill
+  Smiles heavenly summer blue and still.
+  I gaze into thy loving eyes,
+  Heaven there in twofold azure lies;
+  And when I glance into my heart,
+  'Tis heaven indeed--for there thou art!
+
+
+
+
+THE EAR-RING.
+
+
+  An ear-ring you devise
+    For your affianced girl;
+  No diamond will suffice,
+    Nor wealth of lustrous pearl,
+
+  But call her "dearest dear,"
+    Swear nought your love shall sever,
+  If true, you deck her ear
+    With gems that shine for ever.
+
+
+
+
+THE GARDEN POOL.
+
+
+  Charmed by the lily's golden eye,
+    I rest upon this margin cool,
+  And think what leagues of azure sky
+    Are mirrored in the tiny pool.
+
+  Delicious emblem of the mind
+    Whose fancy rules this bright parterre,
+  Ever 'mid sweetest flowers I find
+    The depths of heaven reflected there.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE SCARECROW.
+
+
+  "O Bella! what strange wight is there,
+    Dark on the evening sky,
+  With flowing cloak, and streaming hair,
+    And head so grandly high?
+
+  I feel a throbbing at my heart,
+    For William 'tis too soon;
+  See how he waves his arms apart
+    Saluting the new moon!
+
+  Oh, clear as daylight is the truth,
+    Blinder than bats were we,
+  It is the long-haired foreign youth
+    Who sang last night to me.
+
+  He sang of Fatherland and Rhine;
+    Hush, O provoking cow!
+  I heard the sweet preluding line,
+    The whispering notes, I vow."
+
+  But nearer as they drew to see,
+    O phantasy forlorn!
+  They find for love and melody
+    A scarecrow in the corn.
+
+
+
+
+WE JUDGE OTHERS BY OURSELVES.
+
+
+  Here within this golden grove,
+    Paved with many a purple flower,
+  Here I sit and wait my love
+    Through the May-day's parting hour.
+
+  Where the budding gnomons throw
+    Lengthening shadows far and near,
+  Mute I sit as man of snow,
+    Till my darling's voice I hear.
+
+  Ah! your mirth my passion stirs,
+    Mine who am so old and frail;
+  Bear with me, O lusty sirs!
+    For my love's the nightingale.
+
+
+
+
+THE LAY FIGURE.
+
+  Vanita che par persona.--DANTE, _Inf. 6_.
+
+
+  There smirks in many a painter's room,
+    With padded limbs and varnished face,
+  A quaint machine that can assume
+    Each attitude that art would trace.
+
+  This doll adult, when featly tired,
+    Can all that's great or fair display,
+  Warrior, or dame, or saint inspired,
+    Prince, troubadour, or lovely may.
+
+  And far beyond the studio's bound,
+    In court and camp, in church or mart,
+  Living machines like this are found,
+    Which lure the eye but mock the heart.
+
+  On wooden-headed soulless guys
+    We see such draping splendours thrust;
+  But raise the robe, and all surprise
+    Closes in pity and disgust.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE WINDMILL.
+
+
+  That windmill with its sails at rest
+    A thing immovable appears,
+  And o'er the little hamlet nest
+    The symbol of Salvation rears.
+
+  But when its arms the breezes spurn,
+    'Tis Fortune's wheel we image there;
+  Reared and depress'd they show in turn
+    Hope, joy, dejection, and despair.
+
+  Unstable souls, the Church at peace,
+    Seem steadfast thus in high resolve,
+  But in her storms and perils--these
+    Through many a shifting phase revolve.
+
+
+
+
+FAIRIES AND FACTORIES.
+
+
+  They crush with piles and tear with thundering wheel
+    The rainbow arches from the torrent's spray;
+  The frightened Fairies, sure of no appeal,
+    Pair off in mournful minuets away.
+
+  So drudging life stamps out with daily pain
+    Our brightest, lightest fancies one by one;
+  Oh, may we hope to see them shine again
+    Beyond this working world, beyond the sun!
+
+
+
+
+RIGHTEOUS OVERMUCH.
+
+
+  The youthful Furius sped so fast
+    Before his folly's roaring wind,
+  His wildest mates he overpass'd,
+    And health and sense were left behind.
+
+  Now turned fanatic devotee
+    He deems his mother church too slow,
+  So charters some new craft that he
+    A readier way to Heaven may go.
+
+  Take heed, my Furius, lest you sail
+    For love and patience all too fast,
+  Without their convoy faith may quail
+    A prey to pirate pride at last.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+INEXPERIENCE.
+
+  Eye of stranger magnifies danger.
+
+
+  "Adown the dreadful glacis madly borne,
+    Against that foaming barricado cast,
+  The barque is doomed! and with a hissing scorn
+    The surge will dance upon the foundering mast."
+
+  The landsman thus; the seaman smiles, quoth he,
+    "The barque and wave, together mount and fall;
+  The horse upholds his rider, so will she
+    Career in triumph o'er the watery brawl.
+
+  "Oft inexperience brandeth for a bane
+    That which for noble uses wisdom gave;
+  The path I hail to glory or to gain
+    To you, untried, reflects an ocean grave."
+
+
+
+
+THE SUNKEN IRON-CLAD.
+
+
+  O concentration of brute force!
+    Rhinoceros of the deeps!
+  O ugly Delos on whose shores
+    No soft Latona sleeps!
+
+  Scant room in thee for birth or love
+    'Mid monsters furnace-born,
+  The iron-throated guns above,
+    Below, the ripping horn.
+
+  Heaven grant ere long we find in thee
+    An emblem of all war
+  Beneath the waves of Time's deep sea
+    Buried for evermore!
+
+
+
+
+THE MASTER'S WILL.
+
+
+  Two Caravels to sea were gone,
+    Two striplings passed the city gate;
+  A shattered hull returns alone,
+    A brother wails a brother's fate.
+
+  But who elects for good or ill?
+    Distrust not mercy though bereft;
+  Though storm winds shriek the Master's will,
+    One taken and the other left.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+NOW OR NEVER.
+
+  He who loses luck abuses.
+
+
+  We stalked the great stag down the glen,
+    Once more, alas! I failed to kill;
+  Such is the lot of luckless men,
+    Despite their energy and skill.
+  And now he's safe beyond our ken
+    Upon the steep and misty hill.
+
+  He'll come again, but not to-day,
+    Where meet in one the foaming burns,
+  While I in fortune's windy play
+    Am tossed afar from braes and ferns,
+  So plaineth he who throws away
+    The happy chance that ne'er returns.
+
+
+
+
+LABOUR LOST.
+
+
+  The roads were rock, the sky was flame,
+    The seething mob filled strand and quay,
+  Where came an ancient curious dame
+    Three leagues afoot the launch to see.
+
+  Now as she stooped amid the crowd,
+    Stooped to remove a galling stone,
+  She heard a shouting rash and loud;
+    She raised her head--the launch was gone.
+
+  O dame! as thou art such are they
+    Who after years of care and cost,
+  The burning hope of many a day
+    By one ignoble stoop have lost.
+
+
+
+
+THE LOST FISH.
+
+
+  "Ah!" cries the boy, "was never seen
+    A fish like that which broke my rod,
+  Such weight, such breadth of scaly sheen,
+  A sucking whale he might have been,
+    A grampus or Newfoundland cod."
+
+  Thus in our aims we all are boys,
+    And Fortune's present grace abuse;
+  For, ever of all earthly toys,
+  Love, honours, triumph, gain, or joys,
+    The richest is the one we lose.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+STRIKING THE TENT.
+
+
+  This quaint round bower, this sheltering canvas cave,
+    In which we ate and slept, and prayed, and planned,
+  Falls in a moment, when to yonder slave
+    Expectant of the sign my hand I wave,
+  All limp and shapeless on the desert sand.
+
+  Depart in peace, O wanderer of Useit!
+    Rejoicing in thy strength the mountain tread,
+  Yet never may'st thou this memento slight;
+    Erect to-day for labour and delight,
+  To-morrow prone among the dusty dead.
+
+
+
+
+THE TURKISH BRIDGE.
+
+
+  Whene'er we saw the arches gleam,
+    We shouted trending down the ridge,
+  "Better by far to ford the stream,
+    Than trust the doubtful Turkish bridge."
+
+  Such, are false promises believed;
+    Such, confidence and love betrayed;
+  Such those who having once deceived
+    A warning offer, not an aid.
+
+
+
+
+THE CROCODILE.
+
+
+  This monstrous Effet on the solid ground
+    Right on and on can work his easy way,
+  But in his cramping plates of armour bound,
+  Slowly and sorely wheels his length around,
+    And so eludes him every nimble prey.
+
+  So have we known through prejudice and use,
+    A mind that crawls in one pernicious groove,
+  A dreary tunnel with the narrowest views,
+  A cumbrous mind inflexibly obtuse,
+    Which reason cannot turn nor feeling move.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE MOUNTAINS OF EL TIH.
+
+
+  The pilgrim on the bleached El Tih
+    Stares at the rocky wall awhile,
+  Nor through the shadeless glare can see,
+    Rift, pathway, or defile.
+
+  Yet, just one burning corner past,
+    Behold the glittering cliffs dispart;
+  He finds himself ascending fast
+    Into the mountain's heart.
+
+  When troubles thus a barrier raise,
+    Oh, yield not to despair or wrath,
+  Press for the turn; by His own ways
+    Great God will show the path.
+
+
+
+
+DAMASCUS IN THE EVENING.
+
+
+  The dream of an enchanted home
+      Set in an emerald frame,
+  Peach bloom, and topaz walls, and dome,
+      And minarets of flame;
+  So the great city flashed on us,
+  Descending Antilibanus.
+
+  From lower slopes a change we see;
+      The towers, like white-stoled maids,
+  All bleached to purest ivory,
+      Arise from purple shades:
+  So the great city smiled on us,
+  Descending Antilibanus.
+
+  But soon within her gates we found
+      The grace and glory gone:
+  Darkness for splendour all around,
+      And clay for precious stone.
+  Was this the joy that beamed on us,
+  Descending Antilibanus?
+
+  Again a change--a door we pass--
+      O magical surprise!
+  Fount, lamps, divans, arcaded glass,
+      A traveller's paradise!
+  Emblems of life and death with us
+  We brought from Antilibanus.
+
+
+
+
+THE TWO GOATS.
+
+
+  Two goats met on an Alpine ridge,
+    Sharp, sheer, and horrible to see;
+  One crouched and formed a living bridge,
+    And so they passed unscathed and free.
+
+  That both might prosper one must bend,
+    Oh, learn the lesson, reader mine!
+  So shalt thou compass mercy's end,
+    And so conform to love divine.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE ARAB WELL.
+
+
+  Ah me! it is a cruel spell
+    For Truth as for mankind,
+  If to the depth of yonder well
+    The goddess be consigned.
+
+  For there the sex in daily rout
+    With scandal taint the air;
+  No lying rumour runs about
+    But hath a mother there.
+
+  Dumb Truth the while in that dark place
+    A laughing-stock is laid;
+  They dash the bucket in her face,
+    Widow, and wife, and maid.
+
+
+
+
+THE DEAD CROCODILE.
+
+
+  Upon the bank of ancient Nile,
+    A shoal of Arab boys
+  Belaboured a dead crocodile,
+    With oriental noise.
+
+  They cursed his mother and his beard,
+    They cursed his spotted sire,
+  They kicked, and smote, and spat, and jeered,
+    And pelted him with mire.
+
+  They lashed a cord around his jaws,
+    They sat astride his back,
+  They twisted round his webbed claws,
+    And made the sinews crack.
+
+  When all at once the cold dead thing,
+    As by Galvani's art,
+  Its flabby tail appeared to swing
+    With momentary start.
+
+  Away, away, fled every one,
+    Round corners and up trees,
+  And left the monster all alone
+    In death's unbroken peace.
+
+  Emblem of cowardice is here,
+    Patent to mind and eye:
+  What they deserve such wretches fear,
+    Without a danger nigh.
+
+
+
+
+THE HYAENA.
+
+
+  I saw a foul hyaena led,
+    Two slaves his snout had bound,
+  Captured within a tomb they said,
+  And showed his jaws still reeking red
+    With blood from holy ground.
+
+  Vile scribblers in their greed of gold,
+    Thus through death's cerements thrust,
+  'Mid scandals there obscene and old,
+  And tales of darkness best untold,
+    Battening on filthy dust.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+GRATITUDE.
+
+
+  The Moslem who accepts your alms
+    Thanks God alone, the kind and true;
+  The Frank, if guerdon cross his palms,
+    Thanks only you.
+
+  Both kindness here, and grace above,
+    Duly should every heart confess;
+  And they who slight a brother's love,
+    Slight God's no less.
+
+
+
+
+THE NUBIAN BOATMEN.
+
+
+  These bronze-armed slaves so lithe and strong,
+      Row on for many a glassy mile
+      Through burning hours, and all the while
+  They praise in sweet recurring song,
+      "The Lord that brings the Nile."
+
+  O thou, recumbent traveller, note
+      Approval of their simple ways,
+      Who lighten toil with pious lays;
+  'Twere ill adown life's stream to float
+      Without or work or praise.
+
+
+
+
+THE CHRISTIAN PILGRIM.
+
+
+  Now the Christian pilgrim wanders
+    'Mid ravines of sin and care;
+  On the craggy ledge he ponders,
+    Probing all with staff of prayer.
+
+  Freshened by the wayside fountain
+    With the flag of peace still furled,
+  Lo! he hails the shining mountain
+    O'er the ruins of the world.
+
+  There upon the heights of glory,
+    Lettered on the golden clay,
+  He shall read Earth's complex story
+    And his banner float for aye.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE FORGET-ME-NOT.
+
+
+  Among the meadow-grasses dank
+    That fringe the running stream,
+  This little flower begems the bank
+    With turquoise-coloured gleam.
+
+  Emblem of many a mortal's lot,
+    Who, tracking bygone years,
+  Still finds the sweet Forget-me-not
+    Fast by the fount of tears.
+
+
+
+
+TEXTS ON TOMBSTONES.
+
+
+  Where round our church the pious stones
+    Watch the green pillows of the dead,
+  Pass not, but read in reverent tones
+    The silent Scripture overhead.
+
+  From desert peak the storm-cloud poured
+    Light on the tables of the Law,
+  But sunshine here o'er flowers and sward
+    Reveals the grace that softens awe.
+
+  And faith will greet on many a tomb
+    An emblem of His loving speech
+  Who said, if every mouth were dumb
+    The very stones His truth would teach.
+
+
+
+
+ROSE GARDEN AT ASHRIDGE.
+
+
+  Softly at noontide one reposes
+    When sunshine melts the thought to dream,
+  Within this labyrinth of roses
+    Whose centre is the fountain's gleam.
+
+  We match our mortal life and beauty,
+    With this ineffable array
+  Of creatures free from sin and duty,
+    Delicious even in decay;
+
+  And love, in you, O blooms and fountain,
+    A brilliant emblem here to own
+  Of souls upon the shining mountain,
+    Exulting round the Mercy throne,
+
+  Where, lovelier than the loveliest flowers,
+    And all like you in God's employ,
+  They shine their everlasting hours,
+    And shed around a glorious joy.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE HEIFER DEPRIVED OF HER MATES.
+
+
+  For absent friends and interrupted loves
+    See yonder solitary heifer mourn,
+  As questing vainly round the close she roves,
+    Of all her spotted yoke-fellows forlorn.
+
+  Quickened like us this thing of kindred clay
+    Frets with our passions, trembles with our fears,
+  But lacking spirit-wings it finds no way
+    To hopes that shine above the fount of tears.
+
+
+
+
+DUCKS AT PLAY.
+
+
+  They flirt and flounce with many a quack and blow,
+    Those ducks intoxicate with summer rain;
+  Then deeply dive, and hidden long below,
+    From unexpected places rise again.
+
+  Thus our old playmates in life's widening stream,
+    Amid the crossing currents disappear,
+  Yet haply show again as in a dream
+    With startling gladness after many a year.
+
+
+
+
+THE TAME HARE.
+
+
+  Was never beast so cautious seen
+    As Tiny our pet hare;
+  He sniffs at dado, chair, and screen,
+    With such suspicious care.
+
+  Yet when his nightly quest is o'er,
+    Each rift and corner scanned,
+  He'll spring around and snatch his store
+    Of parsley from my hand.
+
+  With Puss let all suspicion end;
+    The jealous heart will rue;
+  Ah! never doubt an ancient friend,
+    Though wary with the new.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE WATCHFUL DOG.
+
+
+  One ear he held, a flapping dockleaf, low,
+    The other pricking like a horn on high;
+  This heeded all around that come and go,
+    And this the larks careering up the sky.
+
+  Smile, twofold man, yet own your emblem here,
+    Spirit and flesh alert for duty's call;
+  And, 'mid the discords of this earthly sphere,
+    Hearken the voice of Heaven above them all.
+
+
+
+
+THE PUPPIES AND THE THUNDER.
+
+
+  We heard the puppies madly scold,
+    When crashed on high the thundering peal;
+  They leaped aloft, as though to hold
+    The lightning by the heel.
+
+  And as the flashes followed fast,
+    Still sharper rang the yelping tone,
+  Till hoarse and worn they sank at last,
+    Yet rolled the thunder on.
+
+  So worth above detraction's rout
+    Maintains its even lofty course,
+  And clamour ceases, wearied out
+    With its own futile force.
+
+
+
+
+EMBLEM OF TRUE PHILOSOPHY.
+
+
+  At fashion's call with cruel shears
+  They cropped poor Tray's superfluous ears;
+  Twice shrieked the mutilated pup,
+  Then sniffed and ate the fragments up,
+  Nor stayed his losses to deplore,
+  But wagged his tail and craved for more.
+  Here, without Tupper, we may see
+  The marrow of philosophy,
+  The how and where with natural ease
+  To stow away our miseries;
+  Nor simply to gulp down our pain,
+  But turn disaster into gain;
+  And when her scissors shear our pate
+  To batten on the spoils of Fate.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE GUIDE-POST.
+
+
+  Vainly, unlettered youth, you come
+    And scrutinise each painted word,
+  No aid those arms all fixed and dumb,
+    To your perplexity afford.
+
+  God's ministers life's guide-posts are,
+    And to the people roundly tell
+  At each cross road and thoroughfare,
+    The track to Heaven, the ways to Hell.
+
+  Still more, they purge the darkened mind
+    With helping hands and tongues of fire;
+  What boots the guide-post to the blind,
+    Or paralytic in the mire?
+
+
+
+
+THE WAYSIDE MONITOR.
+
+
+  To one of Nature's loving tricks
+      Chance lent a solemn power,
+  A skull beneath a crucifix
+      Upheld a shining flower.
+
+  This by the road a traveller saw,
+      And wondering could not chuse
+  But nearer still and nearer draw,
+      In silence then to muse.
+
+  To faith he owned with bated breath
+      An emblematic call;
+  Life blooming in the jaws of death,
+      And Jesus over all.
+
+
+
+
+THE BOOMERANG.
+
+
+  On isles within a distant zone,
+  Where bows are slighted or unknown,
+  Of toughest wood they say is made
+  A missile with a curving blade,
+  Which at an angle cleaves the air,
+  And smites its victim unaware.
+  But, should a hand unskilful throw,
+  It works an unexpected woe,
+  Swift on its owner whirling back
+  Like levin on its deadly track.
+  So from malicious lips slung forth,
+  False words of calumny or wrath
+  Recoil upon the utterer's heart,
+  Inflicting with remorseful dart
+  The festering wound, so slow to heal
+  In breasts that are not brass or steel.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE WRONG PLACE.
+
+
+  Friend Colin reared his country seat
+    Close to a group of noble trees,
+  He blessed their shadows in the heat,
+    He blessed their music in the breeze.
+
+  Grown old and sere, he dreads their fall,
+    'Tis safety waging war with taste;
+  He cries, "Down with them one and all,
+    Were never wych elms so misplaced."
+
+  So they who neither thought nor planned
+    Hold for secure some transient good,
+  And having built upon the sand,
+    Declaim against the wind and flood.
+
+
+
+
+THE WRONG TIME.
+
+
+  Some indiscreet Abderite boys
+      Within a limpet's hollow,
+  Offer'd in laurel-juice blue flies
+      As victims to Apollo.
+
+  The god appeased will bless, they thought,
+      Our tasks of prose and rhyme;
+  So they the flitting insects caught,
+      But lost the flitting time.
+
+  When Pedagogue their progress tries,
+      Nor finds the lesson done,
+  In vain they plead the sacrifice,
+      He whips them every one.
+
+
+
+
+TRAVELLING FOR EXCITEMENT.
+
+
+  I heard the great gorilla roar,
+    My icy blood did curdling creep,
+  Astride the Erymanthian boar,
+    The brute came crashing through my sleep.
+
+  I woke, and there all fleecy white,
+    My dainty dog in sunshine played,
+  His feathery paw, which caused the fright,
+    Upon my bosom gently laid.
+
+  "Thank heaven," I gasped, and quivering cried,
+    For still the roaring shook my ear,
+  "Why seek Gaboona's deadly tide,
+    When I can thrill in safety here?"
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE HAWSER.
+
+
+  We saw a crew in bygone years
+    Bear out a hawser long and good,
+  Which to the tune of mighty cheers
+  That stirred our hearts and stunned our ears,
+    Drew forth a barque from shoal and mud.
+
+  Large-hearted love thus flies to save
+    Some victim of life's treacherous sea,
+  From the oppressor's deadly cave,
+  From calumny's o'erwhelming wave,
+    Or sordid sink of poverty.
+
+
+
+
+TRAINED CORMORANTS.
+
+
+  These cormorants bear a metal ring,
+    The channel of their greed to stay,
+  So trained--they are not taught to sing--
+  They dive at will and catch and bring,
+    But cannot gorge the prey.
+
+  When orators in their excess
+    Blab forth what prudence would conceal,
+  Say, could their partisans wish less
+  Than for a ring their throats to press,
+    And throttle half their zeal?
+
+
+
+
+THE BAT.
+
+
+  O plumeless bird, O legless mouse;
+      Between the night and day,
+  Flitting around my summer-house
+      In quest of insect prey.
+
+  In thee a type of man is seen,
+      Half ape, half angel he,
+  Hope chases the dim hours between
+      Blank and eternity.
+
+  But when his twilight course is o'er,
+      Freed from the bestial clay,
+  Above the angels he shall soar
+      In everlasting day.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+WATERFALL BY THE SEA.
+
+
+  This little fountain night and day
+    So far from all the flowers,
+  Chants to itself, and flings away
+    A wealth of diamond showers.
+
+  Incessantly without demand,
+    Here Nature's purest gift
+  Moistens the unproductive sand,
+    Or floats the base sea-drift.
+
+  So from the living Rock above,
+    On stony hearts and ears
+  The message falls of Gospel love,
+    Where not a fruit appears.
+
+  Judge not, O stranger, thus, but know
+    There many a thirsty fleet
+  Has filled its casks to overflow,
+    And found the water sweet.
+
+  Though hearts awhile may stony prove,
+    And fruitless as the main,
+  God's mingled stream of truth and love
+    Has never flowed in vain.
+
+
+
+
+THE DYING SWAN.
+
+
+  _Host._
+
+  Tell me, O pilgrim! for my soul is stirred,
+    On what far shore the willing winds prolong
+  The melody of that imperial bird
+    Which sings to chill-eared death its only song.
+
+
+  _Pilgrim._
+
+  Not mine Ogygian secrets to impart;
+    But this they said where vague Meander shone,
+  That only he who hath the poet's heart
+    May hear the music of the dying swan.
+
+
+
+
+THE PEACOCK.
+
+
+  O paragon of feathered grace,
+    What charms thy neck enfold,
+  Backed by that glorious orbed space
+    Thick starred with eyes of gold.
+
+  Though Philomela soothe the night,
+    'Tis thine to paint the day;
+  And each a splendour and delight
+    Sheds on our earthly way.
+
+  So in thy beauty I rejoice,
+    Nor flout thy tuneless cries;
+  Peacocks with Philomela's voice,
+    Sing but in Paradise.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE HUNTER.
+
+  True Faith.
+
+
+  A royal boon for man's delight
+    We deem this noble steed,
+  So great in his enduring might
+    Of courage, spring, and speed.
+
+  And as from coronet to crest
+    I muse the creature o'er,
+  There rises freely in my breast
+    One happy emblem more.
+
+  'Tis Faith, the spirit-steed so strong,
+    God's gift to our poor race,
+  Which bears the soul of man along
+    Through duty's arduous chase.
+
+  With reason's rein his fervour guide
+    O soul, he'll carry thee
+  Safe up the jagged mountain's side
+    As on the level lea.
+
+  Alike to him the morn outspread,
+    Or midnight on his way,
+  The fields of light where he was bred
+    Know neither night nor day.
+
+  The floods in vain lift up their voice,
+    No slough makes him despond;
+  His rider smiles at ocean's voice,
+    And cries, "Beyond! beyond!"
+
+  He leaps with a sublime delight
+    O'er aether's flaming zones,
+  And cheers the rider with the sight
+    Of Heaven and all its thrones.
+
+  Best at the last, he knows not death;
+    And when the chase is o'er,
+  Changes the simple name of "Faith"
+    To "Joy for evermore."
+
+
+
+
+THE RACER.
+
+
+  While to the racer swift and strong,
+      Inexorable fate
+  Assigns the weight, the spur, the thong,
+  The choking struggle sharp and long,
+      The owner wins the plate.
+
+  Falls to the hind rasped down by toil,
+      And prematurely old,
+  The scanty dole his only spoil
+  From lifelong battle with the soil,
+      The master wins the gold.
+
+  Now comes a crying through the air,
+      The peasant's righteous call;
+  Lords of the land in liberal care
+  Earth's profit with the workers share,
+      And we'll be winners all.
+
+
+
+
+THE SYBARITES.
+
+  Valour, not ornament, Wins the life tournament.
+
+
+  The silken Sybarites, we know,
+    In their superfluous elegance,
+  To measured music, swift or slow,
+    Had trained their battle steeds to dance.
+
+  'Twas thus they fell before the flutes
+    Of that sagacious Spartan crew,
+  For with the caracoling brutes
+    What could such dainty riders do?
+
+  O tutors! nerve your pupils' hearts
+    With energy for strenuous deeds,
+  Or all your sciences and arts
+    May prove but Sybaritic steeds.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+FRANCIS PERRIER THE ENGRAVER.
+
+  With our needs change our deeds.
+
+
+  That coinless youth who left his home
+    Was wealthy in an ardent soul,
+  For, failing other ways to Rome,
+    He led the blind and shared his dole.
+
+  But when the guidance reached its end,
+    The sacred seat of art and fame,
+  His skilful burin stood his friend,
+    And won him competence and name.
+
+  He leads no more the poor and blind,
+    His walk in life is altered quite;
+  The rich he guides to art refined,
+    And caters for the keenest sight.
+
+
+
+
+ROME.
+
+
+  Three symbols in one sketch combine
+    The charms, O Rome, we find in thee,
+  The dome, the monument, the pine,
+    Nature, and Art, and Memory.
+
+
+
+
+THEODORIC.
+
+  "Conscience makes cowards of us all."
+
+
+  A tale grotesque in old-world story read
+    Of conscience in its dread fantastic force,
+  Tells at a banquet how a fish's head
+    Wrought in the tyrant an insane remorse.
+
+  For great Theodoric with blood imbrued,
+    Blood of the guiltless, was to death struck down,
+  When in the dull-eyed sturgeon's face he viewed
+    Stark murdered Symmachus' avenging frown.
+
+
+
+
+SOCIAL LIFE A PICNIC.
+
+
+  By many an image, saint and sage
+    Have figured human life;
+  A mart, a maze, a pilgrimage,
+    A race, a battle strife.
+
+  And many another he might phrase
+    Who studies as they pass
+  The human emmet's social ways,
+    Through observation's glass.
+
+  So in my emblem I compare
+    Life to that summer feast
+  Where every guest supplies a share,
+    The greatest and the least,
+
+  In this wide hall which God hath built
+    And hung with landscapes round,
+  Whose belted dome at night is gilt
+    With stars on azure ground.
+
+  And here beneath the varying sky,
+    'Mid meadows, streams, and trees,
+  I place my motley company
+    Reclined in summer ease.
+
+  In circles set by chance or choice,
+    Custom, or birth, or creed;
+  Yet none so wide but hand or voice
+    May minister at need.
+
+  To live and let live their intent,
+    And viands interchange,
+  Piquant, and sweet, and succulent,
+    The homely and the strange.
+
+  Bitters and acids some supply,
+    And some the loving cup,
+  While some exhibit wondrously
+    A zeal for stirring up.
+
+  Lo, where apart by fount and rock
+    Sit lovers all in pairs;
+  Here grin buffoons, here cynics mock
+    Our follies and our cares.
+
+  See too the bores, expect no less
+    From any crowd on earth;
+  These teach us patience, we confess,
+    And give them ample berth.
+
+  Now let us range from group to group,
+    And mingle where we may;
+  Let no one scoff, or scorn to stoop,
+    It is but clay to clay.
+
+  Here all may gain, and all rejoice
+    Beneath the genial law
+  Proclaimed by Nature's loving voice
+    From Siam to Loch Awe.
+
+  "Mingle," she cries, "a glance, a tone
+    May play an angel's part,
+  And serve to pulverise the stone
+    Which chills the lonely heart."
+
+  "Mingle," she cries, "Who loves us best,
+    Society decreed;
+  And inequality the test
+    Of love in every need."
+
+  Here some are grand in gems and silk,
+    Some grim in ragged grey,
+  Poor parents bring but "mother's milk,"
+    And millionaires Tokay.
+
+  Some as if empty-handed come;
+    Yet with brave sound and show
+  Add to the brilliance and the hum;
+    Life scarce might these forego.
+
+  And faithful guests will aye believe
+    The poor who nought afford,
+  Welcomed, bring more than they receive,
+    In blessings from the Lord.
+
+  And surely 'twere a godless roll
+    Whose record should exclude
+  The hearts that feed the hungry soul
+    With spiritual food.
+
+  The cates that wit and science bring,
+    Beauty, and art, and joy,
+  The arms that toil and tongues that sing
+    Might Homer's lyre employ.
+
+  My emblem briefly would express
+    The wealth of deed and speech
+  Man brings to man, wherewith to bless
+    All hearts within their reach,
+
+  So they observe as they approve,
+    The golden rule divine,
+  His sacramental law of Love
+    Who blessed the bread and wine.
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+THE HIPPOCAMPUS, OR SEA-HORSE.
+
+
+  Sea minnow this with pony's crest,
+    Just one of Amphitrite's toys,
+  With which her Nereids coax to rest
+    The little stormy Triton boys;
+
+  In truth, a tiny twisted thing
+    Which cast upon that golden shore
+  The dark-eyed boys to strangers bring
+    Where sang Parthenope of yore.
+
+  Device befitting sculptured page
+    Quaintly with whiffs of song entwined,
+  Waif from the ebbing tide of age,
+    A Hippocampus of the mind,
+
+  Which seeks from out the old and new,
+    A happy cento to compile,
+  Whose signs and words around may strew
+    The soothing of a quiet smile.
+
+  Now in the fish some hearts may claim
+    A symbol ever dear to us;
+  And some the pony pet, though lame,
+    A little mule of Pegasus.
+
+  Then haste, thou atom of a book,
+    To young and old with cheery call;
+  In town, or train, or pastoral nook,
+    Thy message has a word for all.
+
+
+
+
+BIVALVES
+
+
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+BIVALVES.
+
+
+ABSTINENCE AND TEMPERANCE.
+
+  Proud Abstinence the gifts of Heaven denies;
+      But Temperance the Giver justifies.
+
+
+AFFECTATION AND RUDENESS.
+
+  Affected manners irritate we know,
+  But rudeness hurts us like a clumsy blow.
+
+
+ALMSGIVING.
+
+  Deny yourself how much let no one see;
+  God loves a secret costly charity.
+
+
+ARCHITECT.
+
+  O Architect! beware how you begin:
+  Who founds in error elevates a sin.
+
+
+ART.
+
+  When Genius took fair Nature to his heart,
+  She bore a daughter, and her name is Art.
+
+
+ART.
+
+  Five powers combine for Art's successful course:
+  Truth, beauty, passion, unity, and force.
+
+
+BEAUTY.
+
+  A stream to feed love, joy, and wonder given;
+  It blesses Earth, but springs and ends in Heaven.
+
+
+BOOKS.
+
+  Books I prefer, for when not to my mind,
+  I shut them up; not so with human kind.
+
+
+CANDOUR.
+
+  You speak out what you think, I hear you boast;
+  To think out what you speak would profit most.
+
+
+CANDOUR.
+
+  You always speak your mind; then cautious be;
+  No mind from prejudice is always free.
+
+
+CERTAIN PREACHERS.
+
+  He preaches like those thorn trees which men say
+  Pierce to the quick, and hold you half the day.
+
+
+CHRISTIAN LOVE.
+
+  A loving nature is a lovely prize,
+  But Christian love all nature beautifies.
+
+
+COMMUNISM.
+
+  Equalise all men! let a year go round,
+  And where will your equality be found?
+
+
+COMPARISON OF POETS.
+
+  Comparison of poets nought avails:
+  Eagles with pards, gazelles with nightingales!
+
+
+CONTROVERSIALIST'S USE OF THE BIBLE.
+
+  An armourer's store they make the Book; O scandal!
+  Where each may find a blade to suit his handle.
+
+
+COWARDICE.
+
+  Alone, the coward is his shadow's slave:
+  Spectators make the vain enact the brave.
+
+
+CRITICISM.
+
+  Truth, taste, and learning, twine the living three,
+  And thou, O critic, shalt my Hermes be.
+
+
+DELUSION.
+
+  For seven years only will this world be seen,
+  Says one; but hires a mansion for fourteen.
+
+
+DETRACTION.
+
+  Like a bad habit oft this vice prevails,
+  Some nibble characters as some their nails.
+
+
+DIFFERENCE IN JUDGING OTHERS.
+
+  The bad condemn with savagery and sneer,
+  The good arraign in sorrow and in fear.
+
+
+DREAMS.
+
+  Sleep hath drugged Reason; Fancy Memory weds;
+  Lo, the wild offspring with a hundred heads.
+
+
+DUTY TO GOD.
+
+  What frenzy dreams of an unpunctual sun?
+  Lord, as in Heaven, on Earth Thy Will be done.
+
+
+EARTH.
+
+  To him who sets on earth his only care,
+  Life is idolatry, and Death despair.
+
+
+ELEVATED NONENTITY.
+
+  Through all these years attendance thus to dance,
+  To gain a public insignificance!
+
+
+ENTHUSIASTS.
+
+  But for such flight, although it frantic seems,
+  Spirits would crawl; no mean without extremes.
+
+
+EXPERIENCE.
+
+  The hard-won fruit of failure and of sorrow,
+  The wisdom many buy, but few will borrow.
+
+
+FACTS AND IDEAS.
+
+  We cherish our ideas like hot-house flowers,
+  Fact, stubborn ass, breaks in and all devours.
+
+
+FACTS AND IMAGINATION.
+
+  In facts amassed a world chaotic lies,
+  Imagination bids the Kosmos rise.
+
+
+FAITH.
+
+  Faith prays more fervently for love than light;
+  Love's voice will guide to Heaven though all be night.
+
+
+FAITH WITHOUT LOVE.
+
+  Who loveless faith imbibes, that devil's drink,
+  Makes life a mad-house, death a fiery sink.
+
+
+FAITH AND REASON.
+
+  Reason, God's revelation shows to Faith,
+  Faith, Reason arms for sorrow or for death.
+
+
+FAITH'S EFFECT.
+
+  Pierced hearts by faith may light and cheerful be;
+  Pure gold admits the finest filigree.
+
+
+FEAR OF PEDANTRY.
+
+  Scared by the name of pedant, many flee
+  Into pert slang or tedious levity.
+
+
+FIRE-EATER.
+
+  The roar of cannon-balls delights his ears,
+  To him it is the music of the spheres.
+
+
+FOOLHARDINESS.
+
+  Take sense away and men won't dare the less,
+  But courage then we call foolhardiness.
+
+
+FRIENDSHIP.
+
+  Scan not a friend with microscopic glass;
+  You know his faults, then let his foibles pass.
+
+
+GENIUS.
+
+  Draws like Prometheus from the heavenly hearth
+  Creative fire that glorifies our earth.
+
+
+GENIUS AND TALENT.
+
+  This, Talent reproduces to a turn,
+  Brightly it shines, but ah! it will not burn.
+
+
+HALF BETTER THAN THE WHOLE.
+
+  Share happy fortune with thy friend, my soul,
+  So shall thy half be better than the whole.
+
+
+HAPPINESS.
+
+  Isle of our hopes beyond the sea of tears,
+  Reefed round with sin and woe, delays and fears.
+
+
+HEARTLESS FUN.
+
+  Her rattling mouth-peals yield me no delight,
+  She laughs but with her teeth, and means to bite.
+
+
+HISTORY.
+
+  Fragments of fact mosaic-like combined,
+  All toned and tinted to the artist's mind.
+
+
+IGNORANT ANTAGONISM.
+
+  Wise opposition challenges advance,
+  But we recoil from arguing ignorance.
+
+
+ILL-NATURED SATIRE.
+
+  It wears away all love this trenchant art;
+  Whittling with keen-edged wit the hearer's heart.
+
+
+IMPARTIALITY.
+
+  Justice is easy, barring love or grudge;
+  But to thyself, that proves the righteous judge.
+
+
+IMPENITENT TEARS.
+
+  'Tis not for sin he droops his tearful eye,
+  'Tis not for sin, but the discovery.
+
+
+INCONSTANCY.
+
+  From love to love the heart inconstant veers
+  As passion fills the sail, and fancy steers.
+
+
+INJUDICIOUS PRAISE OF A PICTURE.
+
+  He praised the scarlet cap; this vexed my soul.
+  To praise a portion thus--condemns the whole.
+
+
+JEALOUSY.
+
+  Strange freak of selfishness which fiends approve,
+  With love intoxicate it murders love.
+
+
+JOKING.
+
+  Join in his joke against himself and friends,
+  But do so mildly or your friendship ends.
+
+
+JUST AND GENEROUS.
+
+  Art just? be more--be generous all the while;
+  Dost give? give quickly with a loving smile.
+
+
+LIFE.
+
+  Life is a task which takes a life to know;
+  How it is learnt another life must show.
+
+
+LIFE.
+
+  Life is a long enigma; true, my friend;
+  Read on, read on, the answer's at the end.
+
+
+LIFE'S GARDEN.
+
+  Life's garden tilled with toil and tears we see;
+  No Paradise, sometimes Gethsemane.
+
+
+LIGHT AND SHADE.
+
+  He never marked the sunshine on his track,
+  Till from the chilly shadows he looked back.
+
+
+LITERARY QUARRELS.
+
+  Hard thrusts and ink shed mark the scribbler's strife,
+  Charge, counter-charge, war to the paper-knife.
+
+
+LIMPNESS.
+
+  Your feeble minds and self-indulgent wills,
+  Are patients ready to gulp Satan's pills.
+
+
+LOVE.
+
+  Let not Love sleep cocoon-like, self-infurled,
+  Spin the fair silk, O man, and clothe the world.
+
+
+LOVE THE TYRANT.
+
+  Sweet playfellow is Love, but let him rule,
+  A tyrant he becomes, and you his fool.
+
+
+LOVE AND TRUTH.
+
+  Love without Truth is but a bubble fair;
+  Burst through the glitter, and your joy is air.
+
+
+MAN'S VIEW OF PROVIDENCE.
+
+  What suits their turn is providential all;
+  That which does not by other names they call.
+
+
+OBSCURE SPECULATION.
+
+  If "fools rush in where angels fear to tread,"
+  When wise men follow what is to be said?
+
+
+ORIGINALITY.
+
+  A dexterous following is admired by all,
+  But few dare praise the brave original.
+
+
+PAINTERS.
+
+  Painters are men, and haply Claude and Titian
+  Discussed as we brown pink, and composition.
+
+
+PEACE AND WAR.
+
+  Broken is many a heart by war accurst;
+  Some think by peace and plenty they would burst.
+
+
+POINT OF VIEW.
+
+  He views all subjects from one point alone;
+  Need it be said that point is just his own?
+
+
+PRE-RAFFAELITES.
+
+  Make to the whole subservient every part;
+  Your piecemeal excellence shows skill not art.
+
+
+PRIDE.
+
+  "I have no pride, not I," the donkey cries;
+  "What can an ass be proud of?" fox replies.
+
+
+PRIDE IN SMALL MATTERS.
+
+  "How splendidly I milk!" you make me laugh;
+  Who milks a cow the best must be a calf!
+
+
+PROOF OF WORTH.
+
+  Slight not the world, but still console thy breast
+  When those esteem thee most who know thee best.
+
+
+RECRIMINATION.
+
+  Do not recriminate; that biting strain
+  Backward and forward will saw love in twain.
+
+
+SCHOLARSHIP.
+
+  For scholarship few read, not one in twenty;
+  But make it Fellowship, and you'll find plenty.
+
+
+SCRIPTURE AND PRIDE.
+
+  Who weighs his worth by God's eternal word
+  Finds pride a curse, and vanity absurd.
+
+
+SELF.
+
+  On your own merits to descant be shy,
+  Or false, or true, the end is vanity.
+
+
+SELF-LOVE.
+
+  Monimia's constancy we all must feel,
+  She loves herself, and is as true as steel.
+
+
+SHAKSPEARE AND MILTON.
+
+  A lofty Christian shrine our Milton is,
+  But Shakspeare is the world's metropolis.
+
+
+SLOW WIFE AND FAST HUSBAND.
+
+  On his wild ways as calmly smileth she,
+  As the May moon upon a roaring sea.
+
+
+SORROW.
+
+  Sorrow's dark storm he blesses through all years
+  Who finds the priceless pearl among his tears.
+
+
+TENNYSON AND PETRARCH.
+
+  Love's laureate crown Italian Petrarch won;
+  Friendship's we twine for British Tennyson.
+
+
+TERROR.
+
+  The quivering flesh ignores the will's control,
+  Unnerved beneath the palsy of the soul.
+
+
+THE EPIGRAM.
+
+  Who for an epigram would try, nor fail,
+  Puts Attic salt upon his verse's tail.
+
+
+THE MOROSE MAN.
+
+  Carries within his heart a little hell,
+  And all his phrases of the sulphur smell.
+
+
+THE PROUD MAN.
+
+  Failing to rule shuts up his swelling breast;
+  Himself he cannot please, and scorns the rest.
+
+
+THE VAIN MAN.
+
+  Craves To Seem First in Matters Great Or Small;
+  Always, in Short, To Be Admired of All.
+
+
+THE LIKENESS BETWEEN THEM.
+
+  In this at least the proud and vain agree;
+  Each in his heart cries, "Fall and worship me!"
+
+
+THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THEM.
+
+  This, praise devoureth howsoe'er exprest,
+  This, starves in sullen fast denied the best.
+
+
+TO A TEAR.
+
+  O symbol dubious of mirth or woe!
+  Is't wit, or grief, or onions makes you flow?
+
+
+TRUTH AND LOVE.
+
+  Truth without Love its mark must often miss,
+  It gives a cuff when you expect a kiss.
+
+
+WAR.
+
+  Thousands on distant fields endure and die;
+  Thousands at home can give no reason why.
+
+
+WEAK AND STRONG.
+
+  Some by the strength of others keep alive;
+  But full as many on their weakness thrive.
+
+
+WISDOM.
+
+  Queen of all knowledge, thou, in every age!
+  Science thy counsellor, and Art thy page.
+
+
+WIT AND HUMOUR.
+
+  Wit from the mind, and Humour from the mode,
+  And each helps Mirth to cheer life's weary road.
+
+
+WIT, HUMOUR, AND COMEDY.
+
+  Humour is mode and form, Wit thought and sprite;
+  Both to combine is Comedy's delight.
+
+
+WIT, BEAUTY, AND PRONUNCIATION.
+
+  Like Cupid's bow her vermeil lip she bends,
+  And with a twang her flashing wit descends.
+
+
+WOMAN LOVES MAN OF RENOWN.
+
+  Dearer his name than beauty, youth, and pelf;
+  She'd be his Fame, and blow the trump herself.
+
+
+YOUTH AND AGE.
+
+  About the world Youth loves to peer and cruise,
+  About the world Age loves to hear and muse.
+
+
+
+
+  _Printed by R. & R. CLARK, Edinburgh._
+
+
+
+
+TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES:
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+  Superscripted text is preceded by a carat character with superscripted
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+
+  Punctuation has been corrected without note.
+
+  Obvious typographical errors have been corrected as follows:
+    Page 17: turn's changed to turns
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