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GRAVE-an earthly Release.
There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest. There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor. The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his Job.
GRAVE-a Sermon to the Soul.
A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul. Hawthorn.
The houses that he makes, last till doomsday. Shakspeare. GRAVITY-Dislike of.
For, to speak the truth, Yorick had an invincible dislike and opposition in his nature to gravity; not to gravity as such; for where ravity was wanted, he would be the most grave or serious of mortal men for days and weeks together; but he was an enemy to the afectation of it, and declared open war against it, only as it appears a cloak for ignorance, or for folly; and then, whenever it fell into his way, however sheltered and protected, he seldom gave it much quarter. Sterne.
ness; who, after performing what none in ten thousand could accomplish, passes on like Samson, and "tells neither father nor mother of it." Lavater.
We cannot look, however imperfectly, upon a great man, without gaining something by him. He is the living light-fountain, which it is good and pleasant to be near; the light which enlightens, which has enlightened, the darkness of the world; and this, not as a kindled lamp only, but rather as a natural luminary. shining by the gift of Heaven; a flowing lightfountain, as I say, of native original insight,
of manhood and heroic nobleness, in whose radiance all souls feel that it is well with them. Carlyle.
It is the curse of greatness
That mountain cedars have the least defence
'Gainst storms, when shrubs confront their violence. Nabb.
Pierced the dark depths of ocean and of earth,
Aroused the slumbering virtues of the mind-
GREATNESS-Solemn Mockery of.
Of solemn mockery is all human grandeur !
My secret pangs assuaged? The peasant hind,
I felt no sorrows then; but now my grief,
With heat and hunger smote, knows happier Like festering wounds, grown cold, begins to
And sounder nights than I.
The raging anguish gnaws, and tears my heart.
He, who, in questions of right, virtue, or duty, sets himself above all ridicule, is truly great, and shall laugh in the end with truer mirth than ever he was laughed at. Lavater. GREATNESS-Worth of.
The great high-road of human welfare lies along the old highway of steadfast well-doing; work in the truest spirit, will invariably be and they who are the most persistent, and the most successful: heels of every right effort.
success treads on the Smiles.
GREATNESS and MEANNESS-Distinction between.
What I must do is all that concerns me, and not what the people think. This rule, equally arduous in actual and in intellectual life, may serve for the whole distinction between great ness and meanness. It is the harder, because you will always find those who think they know what is your duty, better than you know it. It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after your own; but the great man is he who, in the midst of the crowd, keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.
It is a bitter consciousness-(none can tell how bitter but those to whom it has been given) when we are wakened from our youth
ful dream of happiness by some stern reality, and know that from henceforth it may never be indulged again-when an all-powerful, though all-merciful hand has passed over the beautiful vision we so fondly cherished, and its dazzling colours have faded beneath the touch, and we see that the form is the same, but the lustre can never be recalled. We may have thought that our minds are ready for the change,- -we may have pictured it to ourselves, and sorrowed for the inevitable hour, and even prayed for strength to bear it, but the experience of one real grief will teach us what no preparation will impart. It will show us our own weakness, and the vastness of that mercy which stooped to share a nature endowed with such capacities for suffering. It will force us to look upon the unknown future with a chastened and a thoughtful eye; and whilst it bids us bear thankfully in our hearts the remembrance of our early joy, as the type granted us by God of the blessings reserved for us in heaven, it will tell us that from henceforth the warfare of human life must be ours; and that, till the grave has closed upon our heads, we may hope but for few intervals of rest. Sewell.
GRIEF-not to be Fostered.
Time heals all griefs, even the bitterest, and it is well that it should be so. A long-indulged sorrow for the dead, or for any other hopeless loss, would deaden our sympathies for those still left, and thus make a sinful apathy steal over the soul, absorbing all its powers, and causing the many blessings of life to be felt as curses. As the bosom of earth blooms again and again, having buried out of sight the dead leaves of autumn, and loosed the frosty bands of winter; so does the heart, (in spite of all that melancholy poets write,) feel many renewed springs and summers. It is a beautiful and a blessed world we live in, and whilst that life lasts, to lose the enjoyment of it is a sin. Chambers.
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
Tuned to such grief that they say bright words sadly. Dobell.
I am not prone to weeping as our sex
I pray thee, cease thy counsel,
And let it answer every strain for strain
Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut
She peeps and sickens at the sight of day.
Bring me a father, that so loved his child,
Measure his woe the length and breadth of Time sweeps us off; and we soon shall arrive
At life's sweet period. Oh! celestial point
Every grief we feel,
GRIEF-difficult to Master.
Every one can master a grief but he that has it.
GRIEF-of a Bereaved Mother.
Const. Father cardinal, I have heard you say, That we shall see, and know our friends in heaven:
If that be true, I shall see my boy again;
Pand. You hold too heinous a respect of grief.
Const. He talks to me, that never had a son. K. Phi. You are as fond of grief as of your child.
Const. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me;
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
GRIEF-Uniting Power of.
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.
Tis long ere time can mitigate your grief;
There is a calm when Grief o'erflows,
A refuge from the worst of woes;
And Hope, the charmer, charms no more.
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Shakspeare.
He raised a sigh so piteous and profound,
However vauntingly men may bear themselves in the hour of prosperous villany, proofs enough have existed of the fears of guilt, when the hour of calamity approaches. Why did our first parents hide themselves after their sin, when they heard the voice of the Lord in the garden? Why did Cain alarm himself at being pursued by the people of the earth? Moore. Why shrunk Belshazzar from the handwriting on the wall? Adam had before heard the voice of the Lord, and trembled not: Cain
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not knew that no witness of the murder of his brother existed: Belshazzar understood not the meaning of the writing upon the wall:and yet they all, after the commission of their several deeds of sin, trembled at the voices that were heard, and the signs that were seen. Whence, then, was this? It was because conscience told them, that there is an Eye to which all hearts are open, and whispered the important truth, which has since been proclaimed aloud to all the world, that, "doubtless there is a God that judgeth the earth." Mathew.
My grief lies all within;
And these external manners of lament
Are merely shadows to the unseen grief,
Wakeful he sits, and lonely and unmoved,
GRIEF-the Voice of.
Oh, conscious guilt!
Their conscience also bearing witness, and their thoughts the meanwhile accusing. St. Paul.
And they which heard it, being convicted by their own conscience, went out one by one. St. John.
I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still.
The worm of conscience still beguaw thy soul.
If one know them, they are in the terrors of the shadow of death. Job.