St. James the Apostle. JULY 25. HIS Apostle owed his peculiar designation to the necessity of discriminating between him and his namesake who was called the Less; although it has been left doubtful whether he received the title of Great on account of his seniority, his superior stature, or the particular favour bestowed upon him by our Lord, of whose kindred he was. His father was Zebedee, a fisherman of some substance; and his mother, Mary, surnamed Salome, was cousin-german-Hebraicè sister-to the Blessed Virgin. James was therefore the Brother of St. John the Evangelist, with whom and St. Peter he was associated in so close an intimacy with Christ as to be admitted to situations of affection and confidence from which the rest of the Twelve were excluded. The two brothers, James and John, were called by Christ, Boanerges, or Sons of Thunder, possibly from the noble vehemence and the moral power of their teaching, which seemed to reverberate throughout the world. Salome was ambitious for her sons, and they for themselves: and a prayer was presented to Christ, that they might be His assessors, one on the right hand and one on the left, in His kingdom-a prayer which brought down upon them a rebuke from our Lord, and which stirred the indignation and jealousy of the other disciples. Rash was the tongue, and unadvisedly bold, Which sought, Salome, for thy favoured twain His bath baptismal. Lord, by Thee enrolled Most meet Thy wisdom deems; whate'er the place, The foregoing Sonnet is taken from the late Bishop Mant's 'Happiness of the Blessed,' in which volume it has for its title, 'The Ambitious Disciples;' and the one which follows, from the same volume, defines the spirituality of the method to be observed in order to attain the objects of Christian Ambition.' 'Ambition is the vice of noble souls!' If 'tis a vice, then let those souls beware, To win thy bright unfading diadem By works of love!-Around his brows shall shine Reflects the image of the GOOD SUPREME. Ambition is one of the most common phases of discontent; but although its spring be simple and readily intelligible, its streams and currents are many and perplexing. Its phenomena are wellnigh endless. Now it would rule, now it would love, now it would execute justice, now it would bring hope and safety-but always without and beyond the bounds of ordained and legitimate activity. In the series of Sonnets which we are about to present to the reader, the changing desire to stand in different, though always in spectacular and magnificent, relations to the world according to its different phases is exhibited, and, in the last of them, rebuked. The cravings of an indiscriminating benevolence, equally with the impulses of an utterly selfish ambition, must be tamed to acquiescence. Neither the sovereignity of the world, nor the salvation of the world, can be relegated to any hand which is less than divine; and a reasonable humility will forbid the violent appropriation of any peculium, as well that of a fellow-man as of the Creator of all men. The words of Jesus may in this respect be regarded as a universal canon of life and practice :- Render to Cæsar the things that are Cæsar's, and to God the things that are God's.' The 'Sonnets' referred to are transcribed from the 'Churchman's Family Magazine' for December, 1866. PHASES OF AMBITION. Ten fathoms on the other side of steep, The mighty cliff on whose bare top I stood O'erhung the ravings of the breaking flood, And mocked unmoved the trouble of the deep; It seemed nor land nor sky, but more the keep Where spirits of a godlike hardihood Planned all aloft their own aërial good, The arch of heaven seemed scarce a mile above; In sunshine higher than the line of snow, I scorned Olympus and its puny Jove: And many a gossamer cloud that sailed between, I looked before, behind, on either hand; And to my thought Earth seemed a sleeping queen. I. who, upon my glorious vantage-stand, Yet stooped to tenderness for things so fair; Commended Nature in her regal pall; And as she dearer grew, and yet more dear, Keener my eye became, so that the whole And, peering from my aëry eminence, Cities and men first fixed my wandering sense Of sight; then struck my ear; then vexed my soul, And all things grouped in one supreme offence. And murder murder slew; and crime shamed crime; Then, in a grand impatience of the time, Fiercely I prayed, 'Lord, let me smite the world!' And up from battle-field and flowery mead, All life to all things but to woe was dead, A bank of clouds formed out of countless tears Where all guilt's banners flaunted forth unfurled, The signals of a myriad deep despairs 321 |