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* * * * * * See where it comes !—Behaviour what wert thou Till this man shew'd thee? and what art thou now?
Shakspere. To their wills wedded, to their errors slaves, No man like them they think himself behaves.
Behave yoursel before folk,
As kiss me sae before folk.
But gude sake! no before folk,
Behave yoursel' before folk.
Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate; From brutes what men, from men what spirits know; Or who could suffer being here below.
The beings of the mind are not of clay,
Essentially immortal, they create
And more belov'd existence.
Like the Chaldean, he could watch the stars
What he says
From ostentation as from weakness free,
BELLS. Your flock, assembled by the bells, Encircle you to hear with reverence. Shakspere.
Get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself, And bid the merry bells ring to thy ear, That thou art crowned, not that I am dead.
Jangled they have and jarred,
They seem not now the same.
Herbert. The humble records of my life to search,
I have not herded with mere pagan beasts,
And sometimes I have "sat at good men's feasts," And I have been where bells have knolled to church.
Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells, When on the undulating ear they swim!
Now loud as welcomes! faint now as farewells!
And trembling all about the breezy dells, As fluttered by the wings of cherubim; Meanwhile the bees are chanting a low hymn, And lost to sight the ecstatic lark above, Sings, like soul beatified, of love. Thos. Hood. The bells themselves are the best of preachers; Their brazen lips are learned teachers,
From their pulpits of stone in the upper air,
Sounding aloft, without crack or flaw,
Shriller than trumpets under the law, Now a sermon and now a prayer. The clangorous hammer is the tongue, This way, that way, beaten and swung; That from mouth of brass, as from mouth of gold, May be taught the Testaments, New and Old. And above it the great cross-beam of wood, Representeth the Holy Rood, Upon which, like the bell, our hopes are hung; And the wheel wherewith it is swayed and rung, Is the mind of man, that round and round Sways, and maketh the tongue to sound! And the rope, with its twisted cordage three, Denoteth the Scriptural Trinity Of morals, and symbols, and history; And the upward and downward motions show That we touch upon matters high and low; And the constant change and transmutation Of action and of contemplation
Downward, the scripture brought from on high,
Upward, exalted again to the sky; Downward, the literal interpretation,
Upward, the vision and mystery! Longfellow.
On the pagoda spire,
Their little golden circles in a flutter,
Of golden-nested birds in heaven were singing;
Mrs. E. C. Judson.
Those evening bells—those evening bells-
When noble benefits shall prove
BENEVOLENCE. GRASP the whole worlds of reason, life, and sense. In one close system of benevolence.
Ah! little think the gay, licentious, proud,