Have Love! Not love alone for one; Thus grave these lessons on thy soul— Hope, Faith, and Love- and thou shalt find Strength when life's surges rudest roll, HASTE NOT, REST NOT! JOHANN WOLFGANG VON Goethe. WITHOUT haste! without rest! Storm or sunshine, guard it well! Heed not flowers that round thee bloom, Bear it onward to the tomb! Haste not! Let no thoughtless deed Mar for aye the spirit's speed! Ponder well, and know the right, Rest not! Life is sweeping by, Something mighty and sublime When these forms have passed away. Do the right, whate'er betide! GALILEO. EDWARD EVERETT. Galileo, the astronomer, for avowing his belief that the earth moves round the sun, was twice persecuted by the Inquisition and compelled to retract his utterances. After his recantation he repeated in a low tone: "It does move." YES, noble Galileo, thou art right. "It DOES move." Bigots may make thee recant it, but it moves nevertheless. Yes, the earth moves, and the planets move, and the mighty waters move, and the great sweeping tides of air move, and the empires of men move, and the world of thought moves, ever onward and upward, to higher facts and bolder theories. The Inquisition may seal thy lips, but they can no more stop the progress of the great truths propounded by Copernicus, and demonstrated by thee, than they can stop the revolving earth. Close, now, venerable sage, that sightless, tearful eye : it has seen what man never before saw; it has seen enough. Hang up that poor little spy-glass; it has done its work. Not Herschel nor Rosse has, comparatively, done more. Franciscans and Dominicans deride thy discoveries now; but the time will come when, from two hundred observatories in Europe and America, the glorious artillery of science shall nightly assault the skies; but they shall gain no conquests in those glittering fields before which thine shall be forgotten. Rest in peace, great Columbus of the heavens ; —like him, scorned, persecuted, broken-hearted! In other ages, in distant hemispheres, when the votaries of science, with solemn acts of consecration, shall dedicate their stately edifices to the cause of knowledge and truth, thy name shall be mentioned with honor. VIRTUE. GEORGE HERBERT. SWEET day! So cool, so calm, so bright, Sweet rose! whose hue, angry and brave, And thou must die. Sweet spring! full of sweet days and roses, My music shows ye have your closes, Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives, But, though the whole world turn to coal, LINES FOUND IN THE HAND OF THE STATUE OF NIGHT AT FLORENCE IN THE SIXTEENTH CENTURY. GIOVANNI STROZZI. TRANSLATION ANONYMOUS. CARVED by an Angel in this marble white MICHAEL ANGELO'S REPLY. TRANSLATION ANONYMOUS. GRATEFUL is sleep while wrong and shame survive, Oh then awake me not-Hush! Whisper low! “POVERI! POVERIS!" "Feed my sheep." JOAQUIN MILler. COME, let us ponder; it is fit— Born of the poor, born to the poor. The poor of purse, the poor of wit, Were first to find God's opened door Were first to climb the ladder, round by round, That fell from heaven's door unto the ground. God's poor came first, the very first! God's poor were first to see, to hear, To feel the light of heaven burst Full on their faces. Far or near, His poor were first to follow, first to fall! THE VICTIM. ALFRED TENNYSON. A PLAGUE upon the people fell, For on them brake the sudden foe; To Thor and Odin lifted a hand: |