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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.

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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.

GREATNESS-Misfortunes of.

It is the curse of greatness
To be its own destruction. So we see

That mountain cedars have the least defence

'Gainst storms, when shrubs confront their violence. Nabb.

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Pierced the dark depths of ocean and of earth,
And brought uncounted wonders into birth-
Repell'd the pestilence, restrain'd the storm,
And given new beauty to the human form.
Waken'd the voice of reason, and unfurl'd
The page of truthful knowledge to the world
They who have toil'd and studied for mankind-

Aroused the slumbering virtues of the mind-
Taught us a thousand blessings to create:-
These are the nobly great. Prince.

GREATNESS-Solemn Mockery of.
What a scene

Of solemn mockery is all human grandeur !
Thus worshipp'd, thus exalted by the breath
Of adulation, are my passions soothed,

GRIEF-Anguish of.

My secret pangs assuaged? The peasant hind,
Who drives his camel o'er the burning waste,

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.


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GRIEF-The First.

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.

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GRIEF-Heaviness of.

Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
Cleanse the foul bosom of the perilous stuff
That weighs upon the heart.


Trembling lips,

Tuned to such grief that they say bright words sadly. Dobell.


I am not prone to weeping as our sex
Commonly are; the want of which vain dew
Perchance shall dry your pities; but I have
That honourable grief lodged here which burns
Worse than tears drown.


I pray thee, cease thy counsel,
Which falls into mine ears as profitless
As water in a sieve: give not me counsel,
Nor let no comforter delight mine ear,
But such a one, whose wrongs do suit with



And let it answer every strain for strain
As thus for thus, and such a grief for such
In every lineament, branch, shape, and form.
If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard,
Cry-sorrow, wag! and hem when he should

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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,
Whose joy of her is overwhelmed like mine;
And bid him speak of patience,


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
That ends this mortal story!

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GRIEF-not Lasting.

Every grief we feel,
Shortens the destined number; every pulse
Beats a short moment of the pain away.
And the last stroke will come. By swift

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;
For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child,
To him that did but yesterday suspire,
There was not such a gracious creature born.
But now will canker sorrow eat my bud,
And chase the native beauty from his cheek,
And he will look as hollow as a ghost;
As dim and meagre as an ague's fit!
And so he'll die; and, rising so again,
When I shall meet him in the court of Heaven,
I shall not know him; therefore never, never
Must I behold my pretty Arthur more.

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,
Remembers me of all his gracious parts.
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form;
Then have I reason to be fond of grief.


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.


GRIEF-Relief from.

Tis long ere time can mitigate your grief;
To wisdom fly, she quickly brings relief.



There is a calm when Grief o'erflows,

A refuge from the worst of woes;
It comes when Pleasure's dream is o'er,

And Hope, the charmer, charms no more.
'Tis where the heart is wrung till dry,
And not a tear bedews the eye,
'Tis where we see the vacant gaze,
While not a smile the lip betrays.

Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Shakspeare.

GRIEF-Sighs of.

He raised a sigh so piteous and profound,
As it did seem to shatter all his bulk,
And end his being.

GUILT-Consciousness of.

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,
That swells with silence in the tortured soul:
There lies the substance.


GRIEF-Solitude of.

Wakeful he sits, and lonely and unmoved,
Beyond the arrows, views, or shouts of men;
As oftentimes an eagle, when the sun
Throws o'er the varying earth his early ray,
Stands solitary, stands immovable,
Upon some highest cliff, and rolls his eye,
Clear, constant, unobservant, unabased,
In the cold light.
W. S. Landor.


GRIEF-the Voice of.
From them rose
Cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars,
And, as it were one voice, an agony
Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills
All night in a waste land, where no one comes,
Or hath come, since the making of the world.


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Oh, conscious guilt!
How dumb thy voice, unlook'd for, strikes the
J. Hill.

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.

GUILT-Cowardice of.

If one know them, they are in the terrors of the shadow of death. Job.

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