"Already with the bridal myrtle crown'd For him in whom my very being was bound, I watch'd, with mingled fear and rapture glowing; The marriage-torches cast their ruddy glare; They brought me in his corpse and laid it there, From seven deep wounds his crimson heart's blood flowing." The second took the word with trembling tone: "Oh, not of shame! of blood the form alone That sleeping still or waking meets her view; My heart too opened to that breath divine, Anguish and rapture-they have both been mine; For me the cup of love has mantled too. The glory vanish'd from the lov'd one's head; She ceased; the third then sadly took the word: "In one brief sentence all my sorrows dwell, SORROW-Description of. Look, who comes here! a grave unto a soul, Holding the eternal spirit, against her will, In the vile prison of afflicted breath. SORROW-Effects of. Shakspeare. Godly sorrow worketh repentance to salvation not to be repented of; but the sorrow of the world worketh death. For, behold, this self-same thing, that ye sorrowed after a godly sort, what carefulness it wrought in you; yea, what clearing of yourselves; yea, what indignation; yea, what fear; yea, what vehement desire; yea, what zeal; yea, what revenge! In all things you have approved yourselves to be clear in this matter. St. Paul. Byron. Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night. Shakspeare. He who has most of heart, knows most of sorrow, Bailey. SORROW. SORROW-Lessons of. Sorrow seems sent for our instruction, as we darken the cages of birds when we would teach them to sing. Richter. SORROW-a Messenger. For sorrow is the messenger between SORROW-Moderation in. My friend enough to sorrow you have given, By mist and silver rain-drops silver'd o'er, So calm and still, and look'd so beautiful, SORROW. To tell of their existence,-how the time SORROW-Secret. For his was not that open artless soul, The first sharp sorrow, -ay, the breaking up Around my steps Floated his fame, like music, and I lived Then came the thunderbolt !-'tis ever thus! SORROW-Smile of. You've seen the lightning's flash at night, SORROW-Uses of. Night brings out stars, as sorrows show us truths. Bailey There are a thousand joyous things in life, Oh! when the retiring world melts away behind us to a small point, how we shall mourn 1 SORROWS AND PLEASURE-Treatment of. That which the French proverb hath of sickness, is true of all evils, that they come on horseback, and go away on foot: we have often seen a sudden fall, or one meal's surfeit hath stuck by many to their graves; whereas pleasures come like oxen, slow and heavily, and go away like post-horses, upon the spur. Sorrows, because they are lingering guests, I will entertain but moderately; knowing that the more they are made of, the longer they will continue and for pleasures, because they stay not, and do but call to drink at my door, I will use them as passengers with slight respect. He is his own best friend, that makes least of both of them. Bishop Hall. SOUL-Activity of the. There is an active principle in the human soul, that will ever be exerting its faculties to the utmost stretch, in whatever employment, by the accidents of time and place, the general plan of education, or the customs and manners of the age and country, it may happen to find itself engaged. Blackstone. SOUL-Aspiration of the. Pitch thy behaviour low, thy projects high, A grain of glory, mixed with humbleness, The wise man, I affirm, can find no rest The soul that lives, ascends frequently, and runs familiarly, through the streets of the heavenly Jerusalem, visiting the patriarchs and prophets, saluting the apostles, and admiring the army of martyrs. So do thou lead on thy heart, and bring it to the palace of the Great King. Baxter. SOUL-Development of the. More truths than we look for are to be found in the old comparison between the development of the soul and that of the butterfly; for, in the caterpillar, instinct finds the plan of the future fabric which it has to work out. In the caterpillar lies hid, according to Swammerdam, the chrysalis; and this again, contains the butterfly, with its folded wings, and antennæ. And this pale imprisoned form goes through its successive labours, casting its skin, spinning for itself new bonds, and immuring itself in the cocoon, only that it may, at length, break forth to freedom, and, leaving behind it its slough, and renouncing for ever its coarse diet of leaves, sport henceforth amid the flowers, feed upon honey, and live for love. Oh! how do these similitudes speak the desires of the soul! How gladly would it, in its pupa state, be permitted to burst the chrysalis, and widely, fully expand those soft tender wings, that are bruised in its dungeon-tenement ! For is not this the consummation for which it bears a thousand sufferings-for which it undergoes privation and pain? Surely, it were a waste of energies, a harsh contradiction, if the butterfly, after its long imprisonment in the unsightly larva, after all its painful casting off its skin, its narrow swathing-bands, the dark dungeon of an almost torpid pupa, should come forth-nothing; or come forth in corruption, with its foul slough hanging around it as a shroud. But men can believe all this-ready to believe all against God, but slow of heart to receive all that would speak of His infinite wisdom and infinite goodness! One cloudy day is sufficient to obscure from our view a whole life full of divine sunshine; and the Heaven-born, the soul a heaven-ward course short, dark hour of death shuts out from us must hold; Beyond the visible world she soars to seek (For what delights the sense is false and weak) Ideal form, the universal mould. the long, bright future. Wo do, indeed, live in a wonderful night of existence; and these anticipations, these presentiments are our moonlight. But does not this pre-suppose a Sun ! Richter. SOUL. SOUL-Education of the. Life is the soul's nursery. SOUL-Hopes of the. The soul, uneasy, and confined from home, Pope. SOUL-Immortality of the. SOUL. He has been evidently sparing both of labour Thackeray. and materials; for by the various wonderful invention of propagation, He has provided for the continual peopling this world with plants and animals, without being at the trouble of repeated new creations; and, by the natural reduction of compound substances to their original elements, capable of being employed in new compositions. He has prevented the necessity of creating new matter; so that the air, water, earth, and perhaps fire, which, being compounded, form wood, do, when the wood is dissolved, return, and again become earth, air, fire, and water. I say, that when I see nothing annihilated, and not a drop of water wasted, I cannot suspect the annihilation of souls, or believe that He will suffer the daily waste of millions of minds ready made that now exist, and put himself to the continual trouble of making new ones. Thus, finding myself to exist in the world, I believe I shall, in some shape or other, always exist; and with all the inconveniences human life is liable to, I shall not object to a new edition of mine, hoping, however, that the errata of the last may be corrected. Franklin. Not all the subtilties of metaphysics can make me doubt a moment of the immortality of the soul, and of a beneficent Providence. I feel it, I believe it, I desire it, I hope it, and will defend it to my last breath. Rousseau. If I am mistaken in my opinion that the human soul is immortal, I willingly err; nor would I have this pleasing error extorted from me and if, as some minute philosophers suppose, death should deprive me of my being, I need not fear the raillery of those pretended philosophers when they are no more. Tully. The first philosophers, whether Chaldeans or Egyptians, said there must be something within us which produces our thoughts. That something must be very subtle: it is a breath; it is fire; it is ether; it is a quintessence; it is a slender likeness; it is an intelechia; it is a number; it is harmony; lastly, according to the divine Plato, it is a compound of the same and the other! It is atoms which think in us, said Epicurus, after Democritus. But, my friend, how does an atom think? Acknowledge that thou knowest nothing of the matter. Voltaire. SOUL-Opinions of the. One thinks the soul is air; another, fire; And to her essence each doth give a part. But, as the sharpest eye discerneth nought, SOUL-Progression of the. To There is not, in my opinion, a more pleasing and triumphant consideration in religion, than that of the perpetual progress which the soul makes towards the perfection of its nature, without ever arriving at a period in it. look upon the soul as going on from strength to strength, to consider that she is to shine for ever with new accessions of glory, and brighten to all eternity; that she will be still adding virtue to virtue, and knowledge to knowledge; carries in it something wonderfully agreeable to that ambition which is natural to the mind of man. Nay, it must be a prospect pleasing to God himself, to see His creation for ever beautifying in His eyes, and drawing nearer to Him, by greater degrees of resemblance. SOUL-Protection of the. Addison. too, a breath of God, bestowed in heaven, but on earth never to be unfolded! Carlyle. There are souls which fall from heaven like flowers, but ere they bloom are crushed under the foul tread of some brutal hoof. Richter. Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; Not in entire forgetfulness, But he beholds the light and whence it flows, The youth, who daily farther from the East Is on his way attended; SOUL-Voice of the. After all, let a man take what pains he may to hush it down, a human soul is an awful, ghostly, unquiet possession for a bad man to have. Who knows the metes and bounds of it? Who knows all its awful perhapses,-thoз0 shudderings and tremblings, which it can no more live down than it can outlive its own eternity! What a fool is he who locks his door to keep out spirits, who has in his own bosom a spirit he dares not meet alone; whose voice, smothered far down, and piled over with mountains of earthliness, is yet like the forewarning trumpet of doom! Mrs. Stowe. SOUND-Succumbing to Time. Sound even must succumb to the silent Richter. power of Time. SOUNDS-Rural, Not rural sights alone, but rural sounds of ancient growth, make music not unlike SOUNDS-Sympathy with. There is in souls a sympathy with sounds, And as the wind is pitched the ear is pleased |