A GOOD WOMAN. NOT as all other women are Rapt in herself she dwelleth not Life hath no dim and lowly spot She doeth little kindnesses, Which most leave undone, or despise; She hath no scorn of common things, She is most fair, and thereunto She is a woman: one in whom Though knowing well that life hath room 1 rapt in-lost in contemplation of. We love her with a love as still And, on its full, deep breast serene, It flows around them and between, James Russell Lowell: born, 1819. (See page 22.) FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE. WHENE'ER a noble deed is wrought, The tidal wave of deeper souls Out of all meaner cares. Honour to those whose words or deeds And by their overflow Raise us from what is low! Thus thought I, as by night I read The trenches cold and damp, The wounded from the battle-plain, The cheerless corridors, The cold and stony floors. Lo! in that house of misery Pass through the glimmering gloom, And slow, as in a dream of bliss, As if a door in heaven should be The light shone and was spent. A lady with a lamp shall stand Heroic womanhood. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: born, 1807. (See page 14.) Miss Nightingale, youngest daughter of Mr. W. E. Nightingale of Embley Park, Hants, was born at Florence in 1820. Her whole life has been marked by the purest philanthropy, and chiefly spent in the study and practice of hospital management and nursing. At the time of our alliance with Turkey and France in war with Russia, (1854,) Miss Nightingale undertook the direction of a band of lady-superintendents and nurses who were sent out to our military hospitals in the Crimea, where, by her skilful organization, her untiring zeal, and personal devotion, she saved the lives of many of our sick soldiers, and alleviated the sufferings of all. THE EVERLASTING MEMORIAL. Up and away, like the odours of sunset, That sweeten the twilight as darkness comes on; So be my life, a thing felt but not noticed, And I but remembered by what I have done. Yes, like the fragrance that wanders in freshness, So would I be to this world's weary dwellers, Needs there the praise of the love-written record, I need not be missed if another succeed me; To reap down those fields which in spring I have sown ; He who ploughed and who sowed is not missed by the reaper, He is only remembered by what he has done. Not myself, but the truth that in life I have spoken, Shall pass on to ages; all about me forgotten, Save the truth I have spoken, the things I have done. So let my living be, so be my dying; So let my name lie, unblazoned, unknown; Unpraised and unmissed, I shall still be remembered; Yes, but remembered by what I have done. Horatius Bonar: born, 1808. Dr. Horatius Bonar is a minister of the Scotch Church, and one of the council of the university of Edinburgh. He is the author of some prose works and of several volumes of poetry, the best-known being Hymns of Faith and Hope, from which the above is taken. Dr. Bonar has edited The Christian Treasury for many years, and the Quarterly Journal of Prophecy since its commencement. DARTSIDE-1849. I CANNOT tell what you say, green leaves, But I know that there is a spirit in you, I cannot tell what you say, rosy rocks, But I know that there is a spirit in you, I cannot tell what you say, brown streams, But I know that in you too a spirit doth live, "Oh green is the colour of faith and truth, And brown of the fruitful clay. Sweet earth is faithful, and fruitful, and young, And you shall know what the rocks and the streams, Charles Kingsley: 1819-1875. Charles Kingsley is better known by his prose works than by his verse. But he was a poet at heart, and all his work has the clear ring of true poetry. He was a ready friend of all who were oppressed, and he spoke and wrote fearlessly in their behalf. His novels of Hypatia and Alton Locke are examples of this kind of championship; while Two Years Ago and Westward Ho! deservedly rank as noble works for the manly virtues they describe and teach. Kingsley was rector of Eversley in Hampshire, and became successively Canon of Chester and Canon of Westminster. THE TEACHINGS OF NATURE. |