Footnotes
[488:1] Did not our heart burn within us while he talked with us by the way?—Luke xxiv. 32.
Hath not thy heart within thee burned
At evening's calm and holy hour?
S. G. Bulfinch: The Voice of God in the Garden.
[489:1] See Freneau, page [443].
[489:2] Reproof on her lips, but a smile in her eye.—Lover: Rory O'More.
[490:1] See Shakespeare, page [144].
Scott, writing to Southey in 1810, said: "A witty rogue the other day, who sent me a letter signed Detector, proved me guilty of stealing a passage from one of Vida's Latin poems, which I had never seen or heard of." The passage alleged to be stolen ends with,—
"When pain and anguish wring the brow,
A ministering angel thou!"
which in Vida "ad Eranen," El. ii. v. 21, ran,—
"Cum dolor atque supercilio gravis imminet angor,
Fungeris angelico sola ministerio."
"It is almost needless to add," says Mr. Lockhart, "there are no such lines."—Life of Scott, vol. iii. p. 294. (American edition.)
[490:2] Oh for the voice of that wild horn!—Rob Roy, chap. ii.
[492:1] See Massinger, page [194].
[493:1] This proverb, so frequently ascribed to Scott, is a common proverb of the seventeenth century. It is found in Ray and other collections of proverbs.
It is not linen you 're wearing out,
But human creatures's lives.
Hood: Song of the Shirt.
[493:3] Daniel Webster: Speech, Sept. 30, 1842.
[493:4] Huzzaed out of my seven senses.—Spectator, No. 616, Nov. 5, 1774.
[494:1] Fearful concatenation of circumstances.—Daniel Webster: Argument on the Murder of Captain White, 1830.
Fortuitous combination of circumstances.—Dickens: Our Mutual Friend, vol. ii. chap. vii. (American edition).
[494:2] See Spenser, page [27].
Le premier qui fut roi, fut un soldat heureux:
Qui sert bien son pays, n'a pas besoin d'aïeux
(The first who was king was a successful soldier. He who serves well his country has no need of ancestors).—Voltaire: Merope, act i. sc. 3.
[495:1] The very words of a Highland laird, while on his death-bed, to his son.
[495:2] See Dryden, page [275].
[495:4] A power which has dotted over the surface of the whole globe with her possessions and military posts, whose morning drum-beat, following the sun, and keeping company with the hours, circles the earth with one continuous and unbroken strain of the martial airs of England.—Daniel Webster: Speech, May 7, 1834.
Why should the brave Spanish soldier brag the sun never sets in the Spanish dominions, but ever shineth on one part or other we have conquered for our king?—Captain John Smith: Advertisements for the Unexperienced, &c. (Mass. Hist. Soc. Coll., Third Series, vol. iii. p. 49).
It may be said of them (the Hollanders) as of the Spaniards, that the sun never sets on their dominions.—Gage: New Survey of the West Indies. Epistle Dedicatory. (London, 1648.)
I am called
The richest monarch in the Christian world;
The sun in my dominions never sets.
Schiller: Don Karlos, act. i. sc. 6.
Altera figlia
Di quel monarca, a cui
Nè anco, quando annotta il sol tramonta
(The proud daughter of that monarch to whom when it grows dark [elsewhere] the sun never sets).—Guarini: Pastor Fido (1590). On the marriage of the Duke of Savoy with Catherine of Austria.
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JAMES MONTGOMERY. 1771-1854.
When the good man yields his breath
(For the good man never dies).[496:1]
The Wanderer of Switzerland. Part v.
Gashed with honourable scars,
Low in Glory's lap they lie;
Though they fell, they fell like stars,
Streaming splendour through the sky.
The Battle of Alexandria.
Distinct as the billows, yet one as the sea.
The Ocean. Line 54.
Once, in the flight of ages past,
There lived a man.
The Common Lot.
Counts his sure gains, and hurries back for more.
The West Indies. Part iii.
Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive.[496:2]
The World before the Flood. Canto v.
Joys too exquisite to last,
And yet more exquisite when past.
The Little Cloud.
Bliss in possession will not last;
Remembered joys are never past;
At once the fountain, stream, and sea,
They were, they are, they yet shall be.
The Little Cloud.
Friend after friend departs;
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts
That finds not here an end.
Friends.
Nor sink those stars in empty night:
They hide themselves in heaven's own light.
Friends.
'T is not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.
The Issues of Life and Death.
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Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years;
And all that life is love.
The Issues of Life and Death.
Night is the time to weep,
To wet with unseen tears
Those graves of memory where sleep
The joys of other years.
The Issues of Life and Death.
Who that hath ever been
Could bear to be no more?
Yet who would tread again the scene
He trod through life before?
The Falling Leaf.
Here in the body pent,
Absent from Him I roam,
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day's march nearer home.
At Home in Heaven.
If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will paradise be found!
The Earth full of God's Goodness.
Return unto thy rest, my soul,
From all the wanderings of thy thought,
From sickness unto death made whole,
Safe through a thousand perils brought.
Rest for the Soul.
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,
Uttered or unexpressed,—
The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.
What is Prayer?
Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear,
The upward glancing of an eye
When none but God is near.
What is Prayer?