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Speak, history! who are life's victors ? Unroll thy long annals, and say,-
Are they those whom the world called the victors, who won the success of a day?
The Martyrs, or Nero? The Spartans who fell at Thermopylæ's tryst,
Or the Persians and Xerxes ? His judges, or Socrates ? Pilate, or Christ?

William W. Story ("10 Victis," Blackwood's Magazine).

The best of men
That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer ;
A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit,
The first true gentleman that ever breathed.

Thomas Dekker.
The good are better made by ill,
As odors crushed are sweeter still.

Samuel Rogers.
Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might;
Smote the chord of Self, that trembling, passed in music out of sight.

Alfred Tennyson.
The thousands that, uncheered by praise,
Have made one offering of their days;
For truth, for heaven, for freedom's sake,
Resigned the bitter cup to take ;
And silently, in fearless faith,
Have bowed their noble souls to death.

Felicia D. Hemans.

The pious man,
In this bad world, when mists and couchant storms
Hide heaven's fine circlet, springs aloft in faith
Above the clouds that threat him, to the fields
Of ether, where the day is never veiled
With intervening vapors, and looks down
Serene upon the troublous sea, which hides
The earth's fair breast; that sea whose nether face
To grovelling mortals frowns and darkens all,
But on whose billowy back, from man concealed,
The glowing sunbeams play.

Henry Kirke White.
But all through life I see a cross,

Where sons of God yield up their breath;
There is no gain except by loss,

There is no life except by death.

There is no vision but by faith,
No glory but by bearing shame,
Nor justice but by taking biame;

And that Eternal Passion saith,
Be emptied of glory and right and name.

Olrig Grange.

So many great
Illustrious spirits have conversed with woe,
Have in her school been taught, as are enough
To consecrate distress, and make us
E’en wish the frown beyond the smile
Of fortune.

James Thomson.
Ah! languid hand, safe in some scented glove,

Drop that bright prayer-book; catch at rock and thorn;
Give alms of bread — give truer alms of love -
To other hands whose stains and scars you scorn!

Sarah M. Bryan Piatt.

There is a grandeur in the soul that dares
To live out all the life God lit within ;
That battles with the passions hand to hand,
And wears no mail, and hides behind no shield; ...
And that with fearless foot and heaven-turned eyes
May stand upon a dizzy precipice,
High over the abyss of ruin and not fall.

Sara J. Clarke Lippincott.
I know the hand that is guiding me

Through the shadow to the light,
And I know that all betiding me

Is meted out aright;
I know that the thorny path I tread

Is ruled by a golden line;
And I know that the darker life's tangled thread,
The richer the deep design.

A non. (British Evangelist).

I've found some wisdom in my ques

That's richly worth retailing :
I've learned that, when one does his best,

There's little harm in failing.
I may not reach what I pursue,

Yet will I keep pursuing :
Nothing is vain that I can do,
Since soul-growth comes of doing.

Charles G. Ames.
Ah! let us hope that to our praise

Good God not only reckons
The moments when we tread his ways,

But when the spirit beckons;
Chat some slight good is also wrought

Beyond self-satisfaction,
When we are simply good in thought,
Howe'er we fail in action.

James R. Lowell.
Who never ate his bread in sorrow,

Who never spent the darksome hours
Weeping and watching for the morrow,
He knows you not, ye unseen Powers.

Thomas Carlyle. [A paraphrase of

Wer nie sein Brod mit Thränen ass,

Wer nicht die kummervollen Nächte
Auf seinem Bette weinend sass
Der kennt euch nicht, ihr himmlischen Mächte.

Goethe (Wilhelm Meister, Look II., chap. xii.).]

How happy is he born or taught,

Who serveth not another's will;
Whose armour is his honest thought,

And simple truth his highest skill :
Whose passions not his masters are ;

Whose soul is still prepared for death;
Not tied unto the world with care

Of prince's ear or vulgar breath:
Who God doth late and early pray

More of his grace than goods to lend,
And walks with man from day to day,

As with a brother and a friend.

This man is freed from servile bands

Of hope to rise, or fear to fall.
Lord of himself, though not of lands,
And having nothing, yet hath all.

Sir Henry Wotton. 1568-1639. [A paraphrase of

Non possidentem multa vocaveris

Recte beatum ; rectius occupat
Nomen beati, qui deorum

Muneribus sapienter uti,
Duramque callet pauperium pati,

Pejusque leto flagitium timet;
Non ille pro caris amicis

Aut patri perire. Horace (Odes IV.9). Died 9 B.C.]

No specious, transient boon I bring :

Stern Truth alone thy faith can speed.
The source whence all pure blessings spring
Is thy Creator. He decreed

To sluggards no immortal deed.
There's many a maze that goes amiss.

One straight and narrow path doth lead
To heights of Glory and of Peace; .

And Toil and Vigil guard the gates of Bliss.
Socrates ("Arete,in the Choice of Hercules in Xenophon's Memorabilia). 470-

400 B.C. Paraphrase by B. F. B.

It is better by a noble boldness to run the risk of being subject to the evils that we anticipate than to remain in cowardly listlessness for fear of what may happen.- Herodotus.

The heroic, disciplinary, probationary, testing phase of human experience thus particularly emphasized by Socrates and Herodotus has been recently well considered in a discourse by Dr. J. F. Clarke, - text, James i., 2: “ Count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations”:

All that man does needs to be tested. “He that is first in his own cause seemeth just, but his neighbor cometh and searcheth him.” Critics may be an evil, but they are a necessary evil. Even critics themselves need to be criticised. Who shall judge the judges ? There comes after them all a much more awful critic, a judge whose decisions are infallible, subject to reversal in no higher court of appeal,- time, the avenger, the great critic of all human works. Time applies to all the deeds of man the test of God's laws and the nature of things. These condemn and acquit, punish and reward, strictly according to truth. In the long run, the good and the bad are both found out. This fire tries every man's work, burns the wood, hay, and stubble, and when its flame has ceased leaves the gold, silver, and marble standing in their permanent beauty, a joy forever. All the critics in the world cannot put down a good book, and all the puffs in all the magazines and newspapers cannot give to a poor one a permanent success. You may call a bad general a Napoleon a thousand times, but the terrible day of battle comes, and the fire tries his work.

The machine which will not work may be ever so ingenious, but it is a failure. The doctor who cannot cure his patients may have grad. uated with the highest honors and be covered over with decorations; the lawyer who cannot gain his cases, the minister who cannot interest his hearers, the architect whose houses are cold, damp, illarranged, the painter whose pictures do not give pleasure,- all popularity, all mutual admiration, cannot save them. This is the fire which tries every man's work. Does it do what it was made to do? that is the question. I have listened to old men talking together. They were successful men,- great lawyers, mighty merchants, worldrenowned statesmen. Of what did they speak with the most satisfaction? They loved to talk of their boyhond and youth, of their days of poverty and hard struggle. The rich man described the time when he found it hard to get a half-dollar. Daniel Webster used to tell with delight how he went out as a boy in the early, chilly morning to drive in the cows, went barefoot through the frosty grass, and warmed his poor little bare feet in the places where the cows had been lying. These men felt they then got their strength of character. At the time, these things seemed hard; but, as they look back on them, they enjoy them better than all their subsequent successes.

Perhaps, in some other world, we shall, in a like manner, look back on our hours of anguish, our long days of bereavement, loneliness, and sorrow, and feel that in those moments the seeds were planted of the greatest and noblest development of our souls. Then we learned generosity, loyalty, truth, manliness. Then we were becoming fittest to do some work for God and man. It seems hard and unintelligible now: perhaps hereafter it will be all plain.- Boston Saturday Evening Gazette, July 2, 1881.

The mighty pyramids of Stone

That wedge-like cleave the desert airs,
When nearer seen and better known,

Are but gigantic flights of stairs.
The distant mountains that uprear

Their solid bastions to the skies
Are crossed by pathways that appear

. As we to higher levels rise.
The heights by great men reached and kept

Were not attained by sudden flight;
But they, while their companions slept,

Were toiling upward in the night.
Standing on what too long we bore

With shoulders bent and downcast eyes,
We may discern – unseen before -

A path to higher destinies.
Nor deem the irrevocable Past,

As wholly wasted, wholly vain,
If, rising on its wrecks, at last,
To something nobler we attain.

Henry W. Longfellow (The Ladder of St. Augustine).

CHAPTER XVI.

INTROSPECTION.

What Three Forms of Temptation would be likely to arise and

to recur " for a Seasonin the Mind of a Young Man, if he were placed in the then Circumstances of Jesus

TO GET body gratification, to get fame, to get power. Jesus may be imagined to have come to the baptism with the problem considerably well solved, that had long been depressing his tender nature: How shall the misfortunes that through human selfishness befall the Jewish people — nay, even the whole world — be remedied? Evidently, the entire community will be righted, if all the individuals thereof be righted. Next, then, how is the individual soul to be harmonized with its environment? Evidently, by making the will at one with the design of its Author. Next, then, how is attainable this at-one-ment, this faith that works by love, this fidelity to the unseen Force and Source of goodness, this holding on to the Power not ourselves that makes for righteousness ? Jesus had verified Micah's answer: let one do justly, love mercy, and walk humbly, and to him that ordereth his life conduct aright shall be shown salvation from selfishness. His Ideal shall save and be saved.

In a word, objectively all depends on conduct, and subjectively all depends on spiritual condition. His observation, his experience, and his recent prolonged meditations in solitude had resulted in his hitting upon the two essentials of such spiritual condition: (1) The Method, Introspection; (2) The Secret or Means, Self-renunciation. To this condition he had attained, until there was in his person, his presence, his manner, his accents, a something full of grace and truth, a something which can best-but, then, only approximately - be translated * sweet reasonableness. It needed no proclamation from the Baptist, no voice from the sky, to convince Jesus that there was

*From "epieikeia(II. Cor. x., 1), “ gentleness of Christ.”

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