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fond love of dearest friends compared to his treasure? Is memory as strong as expectancy, fruition as hunger, gratitude as desire?
Large eyes were admired in Greece, where they still prevail. They are the finest of all, when they have the internal look; which is not common. The stag or antelope eye of the orientals is beautiful and lamping, but is accused of looking skittish and indifferent. "The epithet of stag-eyed," says Lady Wortley Montague, speaking of a Turkish love-song, "pleases me extremely; and I think it a very lively image of the fire and indifference in his mistress's eyes." We lose in depth of expression, when we go to inferior animals for comparisons with human beauty. Homer calls Juno ox-eyed; and the epithet suits well with the eyes of that goddess, because she may be supposed, with all her beauty, to want a certain humanity. Her large eyes look at you with a royal indifference. Shakspeare has kissed them, and made them human. Speaking of violets, he describes them as being
"Sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes."
This is shutting up their pride, and subjecting them to the lips of love. Large eyes may become more touching under this circumstance than any others, because of the field which the large lids give for the veins to wander in, and the trembling amplitude of the ball beneath. Little eyes must be good tempered, or they are ruined. They have no other resource. But this will beautify them enough. They are
made for laughing, and should do their duty. Leigh Hunt. EYES-an Index of the Feelings.
That fine part of our constitution, the eye. seems as much the receptacle and seat of our passions, appetites, and inclinations, as the mind itself; and at least it is the outward portal to introduce them to the house within, or rather the common thoroughfare to let our affections pass in and out. Love, anger, pride, and avarice, all visibly move in those little orbs. Addison.
Men with grey eyes are generally keen, energetic, and at first cold; but you may depend upon their sympathy with real sorrow. Search the ranks of our benevolent men, and you will agree with me. Dr. Leask.
EYES-Power of the.
Oh those eyes!-those deep, unutterable eyes, with "down-falling eyelids, full of dreams and slumber," and within them a cold, living
"With a brown, brown current, Under the shade perpetual, that never Ray of the sun lets in, nor of the moon." I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady, lambent light,—are luminous, not sparkling. Longfellow.
light, as in mountain lakes as evening, or in Lurks in the legend told my infant years, the river of Paradise, for ever gliding,
Than lies upon that truth we live to learn.
FABULOUS-Teaching of the.
The human being's pride that peoples space
Her face had a wonderful fascination in it. It was such a calm, quiet face, with the light of the rising soul shining so peacefully through it. At times, it wore an expression of seriousness, of sorrow even; and then seemed to make the very air bright with what the Italian poets so beautifully call the "lampeggiar dell' angelico riso,”—the lightning of the angelic smile. Longfellow. FACE-not always an Index of the Heart. Every man in this age has not a soul Of crystal, for all men to read their actions through:
Men's hearts and faces are so far asunder, men who engage in it hide their designs-their that secret prayer is, "Havoc do thy worst."
They hold no intelligence.
Beaumont and Fletcher.
Such facetiousness is not unreasonable or unlawful, which ministereth harmless divertisement and delight to conversation; harmless, I say, that is, not intrenching upon piety, nor infringing charity or justice, nor disturbing peace. For Christianity is not so tetrical, so harsh, so envious, as to bar us continually from innocent, much less from wholesome and useful pleasure, such as human life doth need or require. And if jocular discourse may serve to good purposes of this kind; if it may be apt to raise our drooping spirits, to allay our irksome cares, to whet our blunted industry, to recreate our minds, being tired and cloyed with graver occupations; if it may breed alacrity, or maintain good-humour among us; if it may conduce to sweeten conversation and endear society, then it is not inconvenient or unprofitable. If for these ends we may use other recreations, employing on them our ears and eyes, our hands and feet, our other instruments of sense and motion, why may we not so well accommodate our organs of speech and interior sense? Why should those games which excite our wit and fancies be less reasonable, since they are performed in a manly way, and have in them a smack of reason; seeing, also, they may be so managed as not only to divert and please, but to improve and profit the mind, rousing and quickening it, yea, sometimes enlightening and instructing it, by good sense, conveyed in jocular expression. Barrow.
FACTION-to be Avoided.
Avoid the politic, the factious fool,
The busy, buzzing, talking harden'd knave;
Seldom is faction's ire in haughty minds
Faction is the excess and the abuse of party -it begins when the first idea of private interest, preferred to public good, gets footing in the heart. It is always dangerous, yet always contemptible; and in vain would the
That talking knave
FACTS-Food to the Mind.
Facts are to the mind the same thing as food to the body. On the due digestion of facts depends the strength and wisdom of the one, just as vigour and health depend on the other. The wisest in council, the ablest in debate, and the most agreeable companion in the commerce of human life, is that man who has assimilated to his understanding the greatest number of facts. Burke.
FAIRIES-Departure of the.
They are flown,
Calls saucy loud sedition public zeal,
And mutiny the dictates of his spirit. Otway. The enchantments, the delights, the visions all,
The elfin visions that so bless'd the sight
FAILURE-a Practical Lesson.
It is far from being true, in the progress of knowledge, that after every failure we must recommence from the beginning. Every failure is a step to success; every detection of what is false directs us towards what is true; every | trial exhausts some tempting form of error. Not only so; but scarcely any attempt is entirely a failure; scarcely any theory, the result of steady thought, is altogether false; no tempting form of error is without some latent charm derived from truth. Whewell.
FAILURE—in Great Objects.
There is not a fiercer hell than failure in a great object. Keats.
And waterfall; the day is silent else,
And immortal music, men of ancient times
Wherever is love and loyalty, great purposes and lofty souls, even though in a hovel or a mine, there is Fairy-land. Kingsley.
Never yet did there exist a full faith in the Divine Word, (by whom light as well as immortality was brought into the world) which did not expand the intellect, while it purified the heart, which did not multiply the aims and objects of the understanding, while it fixed and simplified those of the desires and passions.
There never was found in any age of the world, either philosopher or sect, or law or discipline, which did so highly exalt the public good as the Christian faith. Bacon.
Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. St. Paul.
(Its feeble eye intent on things above), High as we may, we lift our reason up,
Faith is the soul going out of itself for all By faith directed, and confirm'd by hope;
Yet are we able only to survey
FAITH-Grounded on Principle.
"We live by faith," says the philosophic apostle; but faith without principles (on which to ground our faith and our hope) is but a flattering phrase for wilful positiveness or fanatical bodily sensations. Well, and with good right, therefore, do we maintain (and with more zeal than we should defend body or
estate,) a deep and inward conviction, which is as a moon to us; and like the moon, with all its massy and deceptive gleams, it yet lights us on our way (poor travellers as we are, and benighted pilgrims.) With all its spots and changes, and temporary eclipses-with all its vain haloes and bedimming vapours-it yet reflects the light that is to rise upon us, which even now is rising, though intercepted from our immediate view by the mountains that enclose and frown over the whole of our mortal life. Coleridge.
FAITH-the Repose of Reason.
As through the artist's intervening glass, Our eye observes the distant planets pass, A little we discover, but allow
That more remains unseen than art can show; So whilst our mind its knowledge would im
Dawnings of beams and promises of day: Heaven's fuller effluence mocks our dazzled