HUMILITY-Summit of..

It is the summit of humility to bear the imputation of pride. Lavater.

HUMILITY-True.

If we can forbear thinking proudly of ourselves, and that it is only God's goodness if we exceed other men in anything; if we heartily desire to do all the good we can to others; if we do cheerfully submit to any affliction, as that which we think best for us, because God has laid it upon us; and receive any blessings He vouchsafes to confer upon us, as His own bounty, and very much above our merit; He will bless this temper of ours into that humility which he expects and accepts. Lord Clarendon.

HUMILITY-Virtue of.
Humility, that low, sweet root,
From which all heavenly virtues shoot. Moore.
HUMILITY-in Works.

My endeavours
Have ever come too short of my desires.
HUMOUR-False and True.

Shakspeare.

HUNGER.

HUNGER-an Impulse to Labour.

Hunger is one of the beneficent and terrible instincts. It is, indeed, the very fire of life, underlying all impulses to labour, and moving man to noble activities by its imperious demands. Look where we may, we see it as the motive power which sets the vast array of human machinery in action. It is hunger which brings these stalwart navvies together in orderly gangs to cut paths through mountains, to throw bridges across rivers, to intersect the land with the great iron-ways which bring city into daily communication with city. Hunger is the overseer of those men erecting palaces, prison-houses, barracks. and villas. Hunger sits at the loom, which, with stealthy power, is weaving the wondrous fabrics of cotton and silk. Hunger labours at the furnace and the plough, coercing the native indolence of man into strenuous and incessant activity. Let food be abundant and easy of access, and civilization becomes impossible; for our higher efforts are dependent on our lower impulses in an indissoluble manner. Nothing but the necessities of food will force man to labour, which he hates, and will always avoid when possible. And although this seems obvious only when applied to the labouring classes, it is equally, though less obviously true, when applied to all other classes, for the money we all labour to gain is nothing but food, and the surplus of food, which will buy other men's labour. If in this sense hunger is seen to be a beneficent instinct, in another sense it is terrible; for when its progress is unchecked it becomes a devouring flame, destroying all that is noble in man, subjugating his humanity, and making the brute dominant in him, till finally life itself is extinguished. Besides the picture of the activities it inspires, we might also place a picture of the ferocities it evokes. Many an appaling story might be cited, from that of Ugolino in the famine-tower, to those of wretched shipwrecked men and women who have been impelled by the madness of starvation to murder their companions that they might feed upon their flesh.

Smiles.

HUNGER-Management or.
Famish'd people must be slowly nursed,
And fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.
Byron.

HUNGER-the Mother of Impatience.
Hunger is the mother of impatience and anger.
Zimmerman.

HUNTING-Caution in.

Let the keen hunter from the chase refrain, Nor render all the ploughman's labour vain,

The jocund thunder wakes th' enliven'd hounds, They rise from sleep, and answer sound for sounds;

Wide through the furzy field their route they take,

Their bleeding bosoms force the thorny brake:
The flying game their smoking nostrils trace,
No bounding hedge obstructs their eager pace;
The distant mountains echo from afar,
And hanging woods resound the flying war;
The tuneful noise the sprightly courser hears,
Paws the green turf, and pricks his trembling
ears;

The slacken'd rein now gives him all his speed,
Back flies the rapid ground beneath the steed.
Hills, dales, and forests far behind remain,
While the warm scent draws on the deep-
mouth'd train.
Ibid.

HUSBAND-Affection of a.

A prudent father,
By nature charged to guide and rule her choice,
Resigns his daughter to a husband's power,
Who, with superior dignity, with reason,
And manly tenderness, will ever love her;
Not first a kneeling slave, and then a tyrant.
Thomson.

HUSBAND-Excellencies of a.
Faithful-as dog, the lonely shepherd's pride;
True-as the helm, the bark's protecting guide:
Firm-as the shaft that props the towering
dome;

Sweet as to shipwreck'd seaman land and home;

Lovely-as child, a parent's sole delight; Radiant-as morn, that breaks a stormy night; Grateful-as streams, that, in some deep recess With rills unhoped the panting traveller bless, Is he that links with mine his chain of life, Names himself lord, and deigns to call me wife. Euripides.

See, what a grace was seated on his brow: Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;

Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile;
Andery content, to that which grieves my heart;
And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
And frame my face to all occasions.

Fil drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;
I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk;
I'll play the orator as well as Nestor,
Deceive more slyly than Ulysses could,
And, like a Sinon, take another Troy :
I can add colours to the chameleon;
Change shapes, with Proteus, for advantages,
And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
Tat, were it further off, I'll pluck it down.

HYPOCRISY-of the Countenance.

Ibid.

In vain you soothe me with your soft endearments,

And set the fairest countenance to view;
Your gloomy eyes betray a deadness,
And inward languishment: that oracle
Fats like a subtle worm its venom'd way,
Preys on your heart, and rots the noble core,
Howe'er the beauteous outside shows so lovely.
Lee.

We'll mock the time with fairest show;
Fair face must hide what the false heart does
know.
Shakspeare.

Obey me, features, for one supple moment:
You shall not long be tortured. Here, in courts,
We must not wear the soldier's honest face.
Thompson.

HYPOCRISY-Danger of.

Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without such rheum;
And he, long-traded in it, makes it seem
Like rivers of remorse and innocence.

Neither man nor angel can discern Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks Invisible, except to God alone,

Shakspeare.

HYPOCRISY-Insinuations of.

Who by kindness and smooth attention can insinuate a hearty welcome to an unwelcome guest, is a hypocrite superior to a thousand plain-dealers. Lavater.

HYPOCRISY-Looks of.

Thy very looks are lies; eternal falsehood Smiles in thy lips, and flatters in thine eyes. Smith.

Look fresh and merrily;

Let not our looks put on our purposes,
But bear it as our Roman actors do,
With untired spirits, and a formal constancy.
Shakspeare.

HYPOCRISY-of Love.

Curse on him that

Bally.

Our better mind

And oft, though wisdom wakes, suspicion sleeps
At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity
Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill,
Where no ill seems.

HYPOCRISY.

When we have nought to do; but at our work We wear a worse, for thrift! Crowe.

HYPOCRISY-Fiendlike Spirit of.

Satan was the first That practised falsehood under saintly show, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge. Milton.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose:
An evil soul, producing holy witness,
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek;
A goodly apple rotten at the heart:
Oh, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

Shakspeare.

O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face!
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
Dove-feather'd raven! woltish-ravening lamb!
Despised substance of divinest show!
Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,
A damned saint, an honourable villain!-
O nature what hadst thou to do in hell,
When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend
In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?
Was ever book, containing such vile matter.
So fairly bound; 0, that deceit should dwell
In such a gorgeous palace!

Ibid.

HYPOCRISY-of Vice.
Hypocrisy is the homage which vice pays to
virtue.
La Rochefoucauld.

HYPOCRISY-Villany of.

I sigh, and with a piece of Scripture, Tell them that God bids us do good for evil: And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends, stol'n forth of Holy Writ: And seem a saint, when most I play the devil. Shakspeare. Hypocrisy is the necessary burden of villany. Johnson.

Foul hypocrisy's so much the mode, There is no knowing hearts, from words or looks. Thieves, bawds, and panders, wear the holy leer; E'en ruffians cant, and undermining knaves Display a mimic openness of soul! Shirley.

Was ever woman in this humour woo'd?
Was ever woman in this humour won?
I'll have her, but I will not keep her long.
What! I that kill'd her husband and her
father,

To take her in her heart's extremest hate,

HYPOCRITES.

With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
The bleeding witness of my hatred by,
Having heaven, her conscience, and these bars
against me,

And I no friends to back my suit withal,
But the plain devil, and dissembling looks!
And yet to win her, all the world to nothing!
Can she abase her beauteous eyes on me,—
On me, that halt, and am misshapen thus!
My dukedom to a widow's chastity,

I do mistake my person all this while:
Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot.
Myself to be a marvellous proper man.
I'll have my chamber lined with looking-glass,
And entertain a score or two of tailors,
To study fashions to adorn my body;
Since I am crept in favour with myself,
I will maintain it with some little cost;
But first, I'll turn St. Harry to his grave,
And then return lamenting to my love.

Shakspeare. HYPOCRITE - Indignation roused by the.

Why do you let them stay?— Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's

Randolph.

HYPOCRITE-Detestable Spirit of the.
No man's condition is so base as his;
None more accursed than he; for man esteems
Him hateful, 'cause he seems not what he is;
God hates him, 'cause he is not what he seems.
What grief is absent, or what mischief can
Be added to the hate of God and man.
HYPOCRITE-Villany of the.
He was a man
Who stole the livery of the court of heaven,
To serve the devil in.
Pollok.
HYPOCRITE-Worthlessness of the.
A hypocrite is good in nothing but sight.
Pericles.
HYPOCRITES-the Devil's Drudges.
Hypocrites do the devil's drudgery in
Christ's livery.
Matthew Henry.
HYPOCRITES-the Devil's Dupes.

If the devil ever laughs, it must be at bypocrites: they are the greatest dupes he has.