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ADDRESS TO LIGHT.
* In unapproached light
Thus with the year
But-clad in sober gray-
Nor blinds to what is right.
Nor flattery make it grow;
* Vide Milton on his blindness, page 196.
He envies not the deepest sage;
Is in the cause of right;
A lord, at least in mind-
It is this sense of duty which makes all men essentially equal, and which removes all the distinctions of the world. Through this the ignorant and the poor may become the greatest of the race; for the greatest is he who is most true to the principle of duty. It is not improbable that the noblest human beings are to be found in the least favoured conditions of society, among those whose names are never uttered beyond the narrow circle in which they toil and suffer, who have but two mites” to give away, who have perhaps not even that, but who " desire to be fed with the crumbs which fall from the rich man's table;" for in this class may be found those who have withstood the severest temptation, who have practised the most arduous duties, who have confided in God under the heaviest trials, who have been most wronged and have forgiven most; and these are the great, the exalted. It matters nothing what the particular duties are to which the individual is called, how minute or obscure in their outward form. Greatness in God's sight lies not in the extent of the sphere which is filled, or of the effect which is produced, but altogether in the power of virtue in the soul, in the energy with which God's will is chosen, with which trial is borne, or with which goodness is loved and pursued.
That some should be richer than others is natural, and is necessary, and could be prevented only by gross violations of right. Leave men to the free use of their powers, and some will accumulate more than their neighbours. But, to be prosperous is not to be superior, and should form no barrier between men. The only distinctions which should be recognized are those of the soul, of strong principle, of incorruptible integrity, of usefulness, of cultivated
intellect, of fidelity in seeking for truth. A man, in propor. tion as he has these claims, should be honoured and welcomed everywhere. I see not why such a man, however coarsely if neatly dressed, should not be a respected guest in the most splendid mansions, and at the most brilliant meetings. A man is worth infinitely more than the saloons, and the costumes, and the show of the universe. He was made to tread all these beneath his feet. What an insult to humanity is the present deference to dress and upholstery, as if silkworms, and looms, and scissors, and needles, could produce something nobler than a man! Every good man should protest against a caste founded on outward prosperity, because it exalts the outward above the inward, the material above the spiritual; because it springs from and cherishes a contemptible pride in superficial and transitory distinctions; because it alienates man from his brother, breaks the tie of common humanity, and breeds jealousy, scorn, and mutual ill-will. Can this be needed to social order ?-CHANNING.
OPPORTUNITIES OF THE DAY.
For the far-off, unattained and dim;
Offers up its low perpetual hymn ?
All thy restless yearning it would still,
Thine own sphere, though humble, first to fill.
Thou no ray of light and joy canst throw,
To some little world through weal and woe.
No fond voices answer to thine own;
By daily sympathy and gentle tone.
Not by works that give thee world-renown,
Canst thou earn and wear the immortal crown.
Every day a rich reward will give :
And truly loving, thou canst truly live.
Proud proprietors in pomp may shin
Thou art wealthier-all the world i
Sweetly to her worshipper she sings
Round her trusting child she fondly
Locksley Hall far in the distance overlooks the sandy tracts,
Ah for some retreat Deep in yonder shining Orient, where my life began to beat; Larger constellations burning, mellow moons and happy skies, Breadths of tropic shade and palms in cluster, knots of paradise. Foolish such a dream and fancy! I know well my words are wild, For I count the grey barbarian lower than the Christian child, Mated with a squalid savage-what to me were sun or clime ? I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of timeI, that rather held it better men should perish one by one, Than that earth should stand at gaze like Joshua's moon in Ajalon! Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range. Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change. Thro' the shadow of the globe we sweep into
the younger day: Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay. Mother Age (for mine I knew not) help me as when life begun: Rift the hills, and roll the waters, flash the lightnings, weigh the 0, I see the crescent promise of my spirit hath not set, Ancient founts of inspiration well thro' all my fancy yet: Howsoever, these things be a long farewell to Locksley Hall! Now for me the woods may wither, now for me the roof-tree fall.
Of all the arts beneath the heaven,
It soothes the spirit all to love. I consider music to be the most graceful accomplishment and delightful recreation that adorns this hard working world, and renovates our busy, overcharged existence. Its negative import is great; it provides an amusement for our people, and keeps many from the ale-house and midnight brawls. Its positive importance and value are inestimable; for the combining chords that regulate our own being are so interwoven-sense with principle-that the very character assumes a clothing from external circumstances. I am aware that from every altar, however pure and sacred, fire might be stolen and desecrated; but we should emulate the flame, which, while it enlivens all around, points to the skies.
THE TRUE POET.
Far higher thoughts his towering mind engage-
Nature and God his animating theme,
How much of Paradise to earth still clings,
He grieveth too that man on man should frown,
Oh that fair Love again would claim his own,