TIME.

SEE, then, that ye walk circumspectly, not as fools, but as wise,

Redeeming the time, because the days are evil. EPHESIANS, v, 15, 16.

A thousand years, in Thy sight, are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night. PSALM CX, 4.

Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble. JOB, xiv, 1.

A MOMENT is a mighty thing
Beyond the soul's imagining;

For in it, though we trace it not,
How much there crowds of varied lot;

How much of life, life cannot see

Darts onward to eternity! ROBERT MONTGOMERY.

ALL hail, thou viewless one! whose lonely wings
Sweep o'er the earth, unwearied and sublime!
Mysterious agent of the King of kings,

Whom conquerors obey, and man calls Time!
Compared with thee, even centuries in their might,
Seem but like atoms in the sun's kroad ray;
Thou sweep'st them on, in thy majestic flight,
Scattering them from thy plumes, like drops of spray
Cast from the ocean, in its scornful play.

MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY.

IT is ten o'clock:

Thus may we see how the world wags;
'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine;
And after an hour more, 't will be eleven;
And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe,
And so from hour to hour we rot and rot,
And thereby hangs a tale.

SHAKSPEARE.

CONSIDER every hour

Of life, each moment, as an interval
On which eternal happiness depends.

SAMUEI HAYES.

TIME's glory is to calm contending kings,
To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light;
To stamp the seal of time on aged things,
To wake the morn, and sentinel the night,
To wrong the wronger, till he render right.
SHAKSPEARE.

BE silent and still, for his end draweth near,
And watch with a quivering breath;

No mortal eye beheld his birth,

But all shall behold his death,

For the nations from every land and clime
Shall gather to gaze on the close of Time.

The Moon shall look down with a tearful eye,
And the Sun shall withhold his fire,
And the hoary Earth, all parched and dry,

Shall flame for his funeral pyre,

When the Angel, that scandeth on earth and shore, Proclaimeth that "Time shall be no more!"

EDWARD POLLOK.

O TIME! the fatal wreck of mortal things,
That draws oblivion's curtain over kings,
Their sumptuous monuments, men know them not,
Their names, without a record, are forgot,

Their parts, their ports, their pomp's all laid i' the dust,
Nor wit, nor gold, nor buildings, 'scape Time's rust;
But he whose name is 'graved in the white stone,
Shall last and shine when all of these are gone.
MRS. ANNE BRADSTREET.

HEIR of eternal life, reflect, O man,

What to thyself thou owest, whose endless doom
Hangs on this squandered moment, or the next.

TIME destroyed,

GEORGE BALLY.

Is suicide where more than blood is spilt. YOUNG.

THROW years away !

Throw empires, and be blameless. Moments seize Heavens on their wing: a moment we may wish, When worlds want wealth to buy.

YOUNG.

Now! It is gone.—Our brief hours travel post,
Each with its thought or deed, its Why or How:
But know each parting hour gives up a ghost,
To dwell within thee an eternal Now!

BEFORE my breath, like blazing flax,

Man and his marvels pass away; And changing empires wane and wax, Are founded, flourish, and decay.

COLERIDGE.

Redeem mine hours the space is brief-
While in my glass the sand grains shiver,
And measureless thy joy or grief,

When Time and thee shall part, for ever!

SIR WALTER SCOTT.

O TIME! than gold more sacred; more a load
Than lead to fools, and fools reputed wise.
What moment granted man without account?
What years are squandered, wisdom's debt unpaid !
Our wealth in days all due to that discharge.

YOUNG

TOIL-LABOUR.

IN the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground
GENESIS, iii, 19.

IN labourers' ballads oft more piety

God finds, than in Te Deums' melody.

DR. DONNE.

CHEERED with the view, man went to till the ground
From whence he rose; sentenced indeed to toil,

As to a punishment, yet (even in wrath

So merciful is Heaven) this toil became
The solace of his woes, the sweet employ
Of many a live-long hour, and surest guard
Against disease and death.

BP. PORTEUS.

(See also WORKS.)

THE TONGUE.

Ir any man among you seem to be religious, and bridleth not his tongue, but deceiveth bis own heart, that man's religion is vain. JAMES, i, 26.

The tongue is a little member, and boasteth great things. Behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth!

And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity: so is the tongue among our members, that it defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire of hell. JAMES, iii, 5, 6.

The tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison.

Therewith bless we God, even the Father; and therewith curse we men, which are made after the similitude of God.

Out of the same mouth proceedeth blessing and cursing. My brethren, these things ought not so to be. JAMES, iii, 8—10.

The tongue of the wise useth knowledge aright, but the mouth of fools poureth out foolishness. PROVERBS, XV, 2.

A wholesome tongue is a tree of life, but perverseness therein is a breach in the spirit. PROVERBS, XV, 4.

THE man

In whom this spirit entered, was undone.

His tongue was set on fire of hell, his heart

Was black as death, his legs were faint with haste

To propagate the lie his soul had framed.

LIKE a moral pestilence,

POLLOK.

Before his breath the healthy shoots and blooms
Of social joy and happiness, decayed.

POLLOK.

SWEAR not; an oath is like a dangerous dart,
Which, shot, rebounds to strike the shooter's heart.
THOMAS RANDOLFIL

FIRST think; and if thy thoughts approve thy will,
Then speak; and, after, that thou speakest fulfil.
THOMAS RANDOLPH.