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sornetimes ask her. “It is bearing me away, He is not lost ! though we shall lose his smile, I think ?"

His ringing laugh, his merry harmless jest ; But Flog could always soothe and reassure No more his fluent lips our cares beguile, him, and it was his daily delight to make her His sparkling wit amuse our hours of rest. by her head down on bis pillow, and take

His rayless eyes shall kindle now no more

With mental fire o'er wisdom's written roll, "Now lay me down,” he said ; "and Floy, Her ample realm his tireless zeal explore, come close to me, and let me see you !"

Or from her fount refresh his thirsting soul. Sister and brother wound their arms around each other, and the golden light came stream: Nothing is lost ! for failure cannot be

Where wisdom infinite evolves the plan; ing in, and fell upon them, locked together. ** How fast the river runs between its green In worlds unseen revive things dead to man.

'Tis but a part, and not the whole we see; banks and the rushes, Floy! But it's very Dear the sca I hear the waves ! They always there is recover'd all we mourn'd as Aed, said so!

There is continued all we deem'u as o'er, | Presently he told her that the motion of the There live the loved, not lost, though wept as bost upon the stream was lulling him to rest.

dead, How green the banks were now, how bright Their soaring powers restrain’d by flesh no the flowers growing on them, and how tall the rushes ! Now the boat was out at sea, but gliding smoothly on. And now there was a Not to no end he lived, thought short his day, shore before him. Who stood on the bank - Not fruitless all those weary weeks of pain ;

He pat his hands together, as he had been Early matured for heaven, he pass'd away, used to do, at his prayers. He did not remove Nor death he dreaded, when to die was gain, his arms to do it; but they saw him fold them su, behind her neck.

His parted soul with pure affection burns, “Mamma is like you, Floy. I know her by No true emotion in the dust expires, the face! But tell them that the print upon Warm'd by each human love the soul returns, the stairs at school is not divine enough. And changes earthly for celestial fires. The light about the head is shining on me as I go!"

His mind, now vested with its garb of light,

Sbines all the brighter for its former toil ! The golden ripple on the wall came back

Each studied book increased its conscious szin, and nothing else stirred in the room.

might, The old, old fashion ! The fashion that came in

And made it richer with fair learning's spoil. with our first garments, and will last unchanged until our race has run its course, and And that young form, now wrapt in death's the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll.

long sleep, The old, old fashion-Death!

Waits but the day when God shall say “ReOh thank God, all who see it, for that older

store," fashion yet, of Immortality! And look upon Shall rise in beauty from the mouldering heap, 12, angels of young children, with regards not

Rise to new life, and live to die no more. quite estranged, when the swift river bears us to the ocean!

Dickens. He is not lost! He lives, he lives for aye ;

To these rent hearts this healing hope is given, DEATH-of a Youth.

When from our sight our loved ones pass away, He is not lost! though closed those lustrous All that seems lost to earth is found in heaven. eyes,

Thomas Hill. Though mute those lips, and cold that classic

DEATH BED-of a Child. brow, Though on that face a deepening shadow lies,

What was it he saw that made his heart And only that pale form is left us now.

stand still ? Why was no word spoken between the two ? Thou canst say who hast seen that

same expression on the face dearest to theeHe is not lost! though we have laid him low, that look — indescribable-bopeless-unmisWith loving thoughts stood round his early takable—that says to thee that thy beloved is grave,

no longer thine. On the face of the child, Though o'er his bier the trembling grass shall however, there was no ghastly imprint-only a grow,

ligh and almost sublime expression-the overAnd the old oak its stately branches wave. shadowing presence of spiritual natures—tho

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dawning of immortal life in that childish soul ! To one that is not callous, a state of debt Farewell, beloved child! the bright eternal and embarrassment is a state of positive misery; doors have closed after thee; we shall see thy the sufferer is as one haunted by an evil spirit, sweet face no more. Oh! woe for them who and his heart can know neither rest nor peace watched thy entrance into heaven, when they till it is cast out. But as example is at all shall wake and find only the cold grey sky of times more instructive than precept, a living daily life, and thou gone for ever! Mrs. Stowe. writer shall describe his own feelings when

beset with creditors, and may he prove a DEATH-BED-of the Just.

beacon to the thoughtless ones who are likely

to fall into the same gulf. The death-bed of the just is yet undrawn

Quiet was never my destiny. The first inBy mortal hand, -it merits a divine.

volvement multiplies itself at every move. It Angels should paint it, -angels ever there,

destroys the freedom of the intellect and the There on a post of honour and of joy.

heart, and drives one into a state of mistiness, A death-bed's a detector of the hear:;

which seeks extrication by the very means Here tired Dissimulation drops her mask : Virtue alone has majesty in death.

which augment it. It encourages self-delusions Young. .

for the sake of momentary peace; and, like DEATH-BED-Repentance on a.

inebriety, buys oblivion at the expense of

The “ Fool ! ,fool ! fool!" were the last words of creditor, wbo thinks himself sure of his debt

quickly-succeeding pain and sickness. one on his dying bed, who, it is to be feared,

at last, delights in giving credit, because he has had procrastinated bis repentance too long and

his debtor at his mercy, makes his own usurious too fearfully; while the humble Christian, sensible of a thousand failings and imperfec- who lives on credit does not dare examine

terms with him, and gorges on bis blood. He tions, still looks with the eye of faith on his bills; and the creditor charges according to Redeemer; and his soul, like the flight of an

the degree of his owu wide conscience. Thus eagle towards the heavens, soars to the regions there is a difference of at least cent. per cent. of everlasting happiness.


in every article the debtor consumes ; and two

thousand pounds a-year with him, will not go Whatever stress some may lay upon it, a

so far as one in the hands of him who pays death-bed repentance is but a weak and slender | ready money, and looks to his accounts. plank to trust our all upon.

Sterne Pecuniary embarrassment weakens and chairs

the mind; and, perhaps, the worst effect of DEATH-BED-Secrets of the.

all is in the indignities to which it subjects It is a fearful thing to wait and watch for its victim. There is no rule of life, therefore, the approach of death; to know that hope is more urgent than to avoid it; nor has a caregone, and recovery impossible ; and to sit and less man the slightest suspicion of what may count the dreary hours through long, long be the effect of overlooking a comparatively nights,—such nights as only watchers by the slight error.

Bridges bed of sickness know. It chills the blood to hear the dearest secrets of the heart-the pent- DEBT-Miseries of. up, hidden secrets of many years-poured forth Debt haunts the mind : a conversation about by the unconscious, helpless being before you; justice troubles it; the sight of a creditor fills and to think how little the reserve and cunning it with confusion ; even the sanctuary is not a of a whole life will avail when fever and deli- ' place of refuge. The borrower is servant to rium tear off the mask at last. Strange tales the lender. A life at another man's table is have been told in the wanderings of dying men; not to be accounted for a life. It is mean to tales so full of guilt and crime, that those who flatter the rich; it is humiliating to be the stood by the sick person's couch have fled in object of pity. To be the slave of unattain. horror and affright, lest they should be scared able desires is to be despicable and wretched. to madness by what they heard and saw; and Independence, so essential to the virtues and many a wretch has died alone, raving of deeds pleasures of a man, can only be maintained by the very name of which has driven the boldest setting bounds to our desires, and owing no man away.

Dickens. man anything. A habit of boundless expense

undermines and destroys the virtues even in a DEBT-Keeping out of.

mind where they seem to dwell. It becomes “Out of debt, out of danger," is, like many difficult, and at last impossible, to pay puno other proverbs, full of wisdom ; but the word tually. When a man of sensibility thinks of danger does not sufficiently express all that the low rate at which his word must hencethe warning demands.

forth pass, he is little in his own eyes; but

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düiculties prompt him to study deceiving as DECEIT-Entanglement of.
10 art, and at last he lies to his creditors with Oh! what a tangled web we weave,
out a blush.

How desolate and how woful When first we practise to deceive. des bis mind appear, now that the feuce of

Sir Walter Scott. truth is broken down! Friendship is next dis- DECEIT—Execrated. solved. He felt it once; he now insinuates who dares think one thing, and another tell, himself by means of professions and senti- My heart detests him as the gates of hell. ments which were once sincere. He seizes the

Pope. . moment of unsuspecting affection to ensnare DECEIT-Hypocrisy of. the friends of his youth, borrowing money

What man so wise, what earthly wit so rare, which he never will pay, and binding them for

As to descry the crafty, cunning train debts which they must hereafter answer. At this rate be sells the virtuous pleasures of By which Deceit doth mask in visor fair,

And seem like Truth, whose shape she well loving and being beloved. He swallows up the

can feign.

Spenser. pročision of aged parents, and the portion of Esters and brethren. The loss of truth is fülowed by the loss of humanity. His calls Ah, that Deceit should steal such gentle shapes,

And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice! are still importunate. He proceeds to fraud, and walks on precipices. Ingenuity, which in DECEIT-a Serpent.

Shakspeare. a better cause might have illustrated his name, is exerted to evade the law, to deceive the Think'st thou there are no serpents in the world world, to cover poverty with the appearance of But those who slide along the grassy sod, Fealth, to sow unobserved the seeds of fraud. And sting the luckless foot that presses them?


There are who in the path of social life,
DEBTOR-and Creditor.

Do bask their spotted skins in fortune's sun,
And sting the soul.

Joanna Baillie.
Į The greatest of all distinctions in civil life
is that of debtor and creditor; and there DECEPTION-Characteristics of.
Deeds no great progress in logic to know which,

He who attempts to make others believe in in that case, is the advantageous side. He who

means which he himself despises, is a puffer; can say to another, “Pray, master,” or “Pray, he who makes use of more means than he my lord, give me my own," can as justly tell knows to be necessary, is a quack; and he win, "It is a fantastical distinction you take who ascribes to those means a greater efficacy apon you, to pretend to pass upon the world than his own experience warrants, is an im• my master or lord, when, at the same time


Lavater. that I wear your livery, you owe me wages; ot, while I wait at your door, you are ashamed DECEPTION-Poignancy of. to see me until you have paid my bill.” Steele.

Of all the agonies in life, that which is most DEBTS-Neglect of.

poignant and harrowing, that which for the

time annihilates reason, and leaves our whole A man who owes a little can clear it off in a organisation one lacerated, mangled heart—is Ferf little time, and, if he is a prudent man, will ; the conviction that we have been deceived whereas a man who, by long negligence, owes where we placed all the trust of love. s great deal, despairs of ever being able to pay,

Bulwer Lytton. and therefore never looks into his accounts DECEPTION-Self.


It many times falls out that we deem our

selves much deceived in others, because we DEBTS-Payment of.

first deceived ourselves. Sir Philip Sidney. Paying of debts is, next to the grace of God, the best means in the world to deliver

DECEPTION(Self)-the Worst of Frauds. you from a thousand temptations to sin and The first and worst of all frauds is to cheat vanity. Pay your debts, and you will not have oneself. All sin is easy after that. Bailey. wherewithal to buy a costly toy or a pernicious pleasure. Pay your debts, and you will not DECEPTION (Self)—a Present Pleasure. hare what to lose to a gamester. In short, pay Many a man has a kind of a kaleidoscope, Tour debts, and you will of necessity abstain where the bits of broken glass are his own from many indulgences that war against the merits and fortunes, and they fall into harspirit, and bring you into captivity to sin, and monious arrangements, and delight him, often cannot fail to end in your utter destruction, most mischievously and to his ultimate detri

Delany. I ment; but they are a present pleasure. Helps.


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DECISION-Steadfastness in.

Why, then, to me this restless world's but Sighs, groans, and tears proclaim his inward hell, pains,

'Till this misshapen trunk's aspiring head But the firm purpose of his heart remains. Be circled in a glorious diadem

Dryden. But then 'tis fix'd on such a height: oh! I DECISION-Want of.

Must stretch the utmost reaching of my soul. Men first make up their minds (and the

Shakspeare. smaller the mind the sooner made up), and DEGENERACY-Public. seek for the reasons; and if they chance to

These our times are not the same, Aruntiu, stumble upon a good reason, of course they do These men are not the same ; 'tis we are base, not reject it. But though they are right, Poor, and degenerate from th’ exalted strain they are only right by chance. Whately. Of our great fathers :-where is now the soul

Of godlike Cato? he that durst be good, DEFERENCE-Modesty of.

When Cæsar durst be evil ; and had power, Deference often shrinks and withers as

Scorning to live his slave, to die his master! much upon the approach of intimacy, as the Or where's the constant Brutus that, being sensitive plant does upon the touch of one's proof finger.

Shenstone. | Against all charm of the benefits, did strike

So brave a blow into the monster's heart, DEFERENCE-Qualities of.

That sought unkindly to enslave his country! Deference is the most complicate, the most Oh! they are Aed the light! those mighty indirect, and the most elegant of all compli- spirits ments, and before company is the genteelest Lie rack'd up with their ashes in their urns, kind of flattery.

Ibid. And not a spark of their eternal fire

Glows in a present bosom. All's but blaze, DEFINITION-Utility of.

Flashes and smoke, wherewith we labour so, All arts acknowledge that then only we

There's nothing Roman in us; nothing good, know certainly, when we can define; for defi- Gallant, or great ; 'tis true what Cordus says, nition is that which refines the pure essence of Brave Cassius was the last of all the race. things from the circumstance. Milton.


DEGREES-Social Necessity
DEFORMITY-Causes of.
Deformity is either natural, voluntary, or

Take but degree away, untune that string, adventitious, being either caused by God's And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing

meets Providence (by men.

nicknamed chance), or by men's cruelty.


In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters

Should lift their bosoms higher than the DEFORMITY-of the Heart.


And make a sop of all this solid globe : Deformity of heart I call

Strength should be lord of imbecility, The worst deformity of all ;

And the rude son should strike his father For what is form, or wbat is face,

dead : But the soul's index, or its case ? Cotton.

Force should be right; or, rather, right and DEFORMITY-of Person.


(Between whose endless jar justice resides) But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,

Should lose their names, and so should justice I, that am curtail'd of man's fair proportion,

too. Deform’d, unfinish'd, sent before my time

Then everything includes itself in power, Into this breathing world, scarce half made Power into will, will into appetite; up,

And appetite a unjversal wolf. And that so lamely and unfashionable,

So, doubly seconded with will and power, That dogs bark at me as I halt by 'em.

Must make perforce a universal prey, Why I, in this weak, this piping time of peace, And, last, eat up himself.

Troilus. Have no delight to pass away my hours, Unless to see my shadow in the sun,

DEJECTION-Definition of. And descant on my own deformity : Then since this earth affords no joy to me, A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear; But to command, to check, and to o'erbear A stiled, drowsy, unimpassion'd grief, such

Which finds no natural outlet, nor relief, As are of bappier person than myself, — In word, or sigh, or tear.



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DELAYS-Dangers of.

DEMOCRACY-Tyranny of. Shun delays, they breed remorse :

In every village there will arise a miscreant, Take thy time, while time is lent thee; to establish the most grinding tyranny, by Creeping snails have weakest force ;

calling himself the people. Sir Robert Peel. Fly their fault, lest thou repent thee; Good is best when sooner wrought,

DENIAL (Self)-The Advantages of. Ling'riog labours come to nought.

They that do much themselves deny,

Receive more blessings from the sky. Creech. Hoist up sail while gale doth last

Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure ! DEPENDENCE-on Others. Seek not time when time is past

In an arch, each single stone, which, if ! Sober speed is wisdom's leisure :

severed from the rest, would be perhaps deAfter-wits are dearly bought :

fenceless, is sufficiently secured by the solidity Let thy fore-wit guide thy thought.

and entireness of the whole fabric of which it is a part.

Hon. Robert Boyle. Time wears all his locks before ; Take thou hold upon his forehead;

There is none made so great, but he may When he flees, he turns no more,

both need the help and service, and stand in And behind his scalp is nakod.

fear of the power and unkindness, even of the Works adjourn'd have many stays;

meanest of mortals.

Seneca. Leng demurs breed new delays. Southwell.

DEPENDENCE-on Self. DELICACY-Destruction of.

Depend on no man, on no friend, but him If you destroy delicacy and a sense of shame who can depend on himself. He only who in a young girl, you deprave her very fast.

acts conscientiously towards himself will act so Mrs. Stowe. towards others, and vice versa.

Lacuter. DELL-Description of a.

DEPORTMENT-Advantages of.
Through the dell

What's a fine person, or a beauteous face, Silence and Twilight here, twin-sisters, keep

Unless deportment gives them decent grace ? Their noon-day watch, and sail among the

Bless'd with all other requisites to please, shades

Some want the striking elegance of ease; Like vaporous shapes half seen : beyond, a 1

The curious eye their awkward movement tires ; well,

They seem like puppets led about by wires. Dark, gleaming, and of most translucent wave,

Churchill. Images all the woven boughs above,

And each depending leaf, and every speck
Of azure sky, darting between their chasms;

It is easy to exclude the noon-tide light by Sor anght else in the liquid mirror lave

closing the eyes; and it is easy to resist the Its portraiture, but some inconstant star

clearest truth by hardening the heart against it. Between one foliaged lattice twinkling fair,


DESERT-Aridity of the. O painted bird, sleeping beneath the moon, Or gorgeous insect, floating motionless, The weary Arabs roam from plain to plain, Caconscious of the day, ere yet bis wings

Guiding the languid herd in quest of food; Have spread their glories to the gaze of noon.

And shift their little homes' uncertain scene

Shelley. With frequent farewell : strangers, pilgrims all, DELUGE-Description of the.

As were their fathers. No sweet fall of rain Heace, in old dusky time, a deluge came;

May there be heard, nor sweeter liquid lapse When the deep-cleft disparting orb, that of rivers, o'er the pebbles gliding by arch'd

In murmurs: goaded by the rage of thirst, The central waters round, impetuous rush'd,

Daily they journey to the distant clefts With universal burst, into the gulf,

Of craggy rocks, where gloomy palms o'erhang And o'er the high-piled hills of fractured earth Th' ancient walls

, deep sunk by toil immense, Wide dash'd the waves, in undulation vast;

Toil of the patriarchs, with sublime intent TE from the centre to the streaming clouds

Themselves and their posterity to serve. Dyer A sboreless occan tumbled round the globe.

Thomson. So, where our wide Numidian wastes extend, DEMOCRACY.

Sudden th' impetuous hurricanes descend, Your little child is your only true democrat. Wheel through the air, in circling eddies play,

Mrs. Stowe. | Tear up the sands, and sweep whole plains away;

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