THE RUINED COTTAGE. Not speaking much, pleased rather with the joy Keenly industrious. She with pride would tell In Summer, ere the mower was abroad in early Spring, Ere the last star had vanish'd. They who pass'd, Had fail'd, and every leaf and flower were lost I, with my freight of winter raiment, saw And of the poor did many cease to be, 253 And their place knew them not. Meanwhile, abridged Of daily comforts, gladly reconciled To numerous self-denials, Margaret Went struggling on through those calamitous years When her life's helpmate on a sick-bed lay, Smitten with perilous fever. In disease He linger'd long; and, when his strength return'd, He found the little he had stored, to meet Was all consumed. A second infant now Of use or ornament; and with a strange, He mingled, where he might, the various tasks At this the Wanderer paused; THE POWER OF CHARITY. And, looking up to those enormous elms, This hour when all things which are not at rest Why should a tear be on an old man's cheek? From natural wisdom turn our hearts away; And, feeding on disquiet, thus disturb The calm of Nature with our restless thoughts?" 255 WILLIAM WORDSWORTH: 1770-1850. THE POWER OF CHARITY. In all reason and equity, if I would have another my friend, I must be a friend to him; if I pretend to charity from all men, I must render it to all in the same kind and measure. Hence is the law of charity well expressed in those terms, "of doing to others whatever we would have them do to us"; whereby the palpable equity of this practice is demonstrated. Let us consider that charity is a right noble and worthy thing; greatly perfective of our nature; much dignifying and beautifying our soul. It rendereth a man truly great, enlarging his mind unto a vast circumference, and to a capacity near infinite; so that by it a general care doth reach all things, by an universal affection doth embrace and grasp the world. By it our reason obtaineth a field or scope of employment worthy of it, not confined to the slender interests of one person or place, but extending to the concerns of all men. Charity is the imitation and copy of that immense Love which is the fountain of all being and all good; which made all things, which preserveth the world, which sustaineth every creature: nothing advanceth us so near to a resemblance of Him who is essential love and goodness; who freely and purely, without any regard to His own advantage or capacity of finding any beneficial return, doth bear and express the highest good-will, with a liberal hand pouring down showers of bounty and mercy on all His creatures; who daily putteth up with numberless indignities and injuries, upholding and maintaining those who offend and provoke Him. Charity rendereth us as Angels, or peers to those glorious and blessed creatures who, without receiving or expecting any requital from us, do heartily desire and delight in our good, are ready to promote it, do willingly serve and labour for it. Nothing is more amiable, more admirable, more venerable, even in the common eye and opinion of men: it hath a beauty and a majesty apt to ravish every heart; even a spark of it in generosity of dealing breedeth admiration; a glimpse of it in formal courtesy of behaviour procureth much esteem, being deemed to accomplish and adorn a man : how lovely, therefore, and truly gallant is an entire, sincere, constant, and uniform practice thereof, issuing from pure good-will and affection! Love, indeed, or goodness for true love is nothing else but goodness exerting itself in direction towards objects capable of its influence is the only amiable and honourable thing. Power and wit may be admired by some, or have some fond idolaters; but, being severed from goodness, or abstracted from their subserviency to it, they cannot obtain real love, they deserve not any esteem. For the worst, the most unhappy, the most odious and contemptible of beings do partake of them in a high measure: the Prince of Darkness hath more power, and reigneth with absolute sovereignty over more subjects by many, than the great Turk; yet with all his power and all his wit he is most wretched, most detestable, most despicable and such in proportion is every one who partaketh in his dispositions of malice and uncharitableness. : If we have not charity towards men, we shall have enmity with them; and upon that do wait troops of mischief: we shall enjoy nothing quietly or safely, we shall do nothing without opposition and contention; no conversation, no commerce will be pleasant: clamour, obloquy, tumult, and trouble will surround us; we shall live in perpetual danger, the enmity of the meanest and weakest creature being formidable. But all such mischiefs charity will prevent or remove; damming DIVINE PROVIDENCE IN HUMAN ART. 257 up the fountains or extirpating the roots of them. For who will hate a person that apparently loveth him? who can be so barbarous or base as to hurt that man whom he findeth ever ready to do him good? what brute, what devil, can find in his heart to be a foe to him who is a sure friend to all? As charity restraineth us from doing any wrong, or yielding any offence to others in thought, in word, in deed; from hatching any mischievous designs against our neighbour; from using any harsh, virulent, biting language; from any rugged, discourteous, disobliging behaviour; from any wrongful, rigorous, severe dealing towards him; so it consequently will defend us from the like treatment. For scarce any man is so malicious as, without any provocation, to do mischief: no man is so incorrigibly savage as to persist in committing outrage upon perfect innocence, joined with patience, with meekness, with courtesy. Charity will melt the hardest heart, and charm the fiercest spirit; it will bind the most violent hand, it will still the most obstreperous tongue: it is the best guard that can be of our safety from assaults, of our interest from damage, of our reputation from slander, detraction, reproach. ISAAC BARROW: 1630-1077. DIVINE PROVIDENCE IN HUMAN ART. MAN is proud of art and skill more than of all things else. Virtue and piety are indeed greater and nobler, but they make men humble, not proud; and even they are indebted to the arts of civilized life for the basis of intelligence, knowledge, culture, and refinement, on which alone they can be built up in their full strength and beauty, and by means of which alone they can have their due manifestation and influence. But what man has done for himself and for his earthly home, the wastes he has reclaimed; the cities he has built; the grandeur and beauty he has embodied in architecture, enshrined in marble, portrayed on canvas; the enslaving to his uses of the giant and wayward forces of Nature; the overcoming of obstacles that once seemed insurmountable; the sovereign command which he exercises in the entire realm of material forces and agencies ;- these are the burden of his self-praise and especially we are never weary of |