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INDEX TO VOLUME CXVIII.
ARNOLD'S “ Literature and Dogma,” 39 | Irish Representation and the Disruption
of Parties, .
683) Inland Seas, Physical Conditions of .
757 | Intellectual Powers of Birds, .
Impudence, The Force of . .
307 Iceland Politics, .
381 Italian Cathedral, An . .
JATRA, A . . . . . .
128 Khiva, The Conquest of . .. 447
378 LUTHER and the Two Students, . .
707 | Legends of Certain Plants, . . . 703
MULLER's Lectures on Darwin's Philoso-
phy of Language, . . . 67, 410
tury, , .
Mill, John Stuart, Death of . . .
Maiden Aunts, .
95 Marriage, French
• • • •
. . 195 | Montrose, . . . . .
259 Mars, The Planet .
Madagascar, Customs of
Marie-Amélie de Bourbon, Queen of the
French, . .
Maintenon,'Madame, and the Last Years
of Louis XIV • • • • CO2
NEW ZEALAND, Station Amusements in 250
. . 547
398, 497, 555
Prussian Ecclesiastical Laws, .
Persian Language, The . .
724, 786 | Peter the Third, Deposition of ..
Poets, A Century of Great, from 1750
Pope, The, at Home, .
. 256 Sun, The, and the Weather, . . . 565
| Schiller, · · · · · · ·
640 THEOLOGY, Amateur : Arnold's “Litera-
""ture and Dogma,” • •
. 106, 338
. . . .
387 Things, .
The Trevelyan Papers,
I bury, : : : :
At the Gate, . . . . .
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194 New Rome, . ..
322 | Out of the Deep, .
Practising the Anthem, ..
Road, An Old .
Rose Leaves, . . .
Summer and Love, .
Summer, . . . .
Thrush, The Early . .
: 450| Winged Seeds; ::
164, 213, 290, 428, 475, 530, 662, | The Prescotts of Pamphillon, 23, 231, 355, 398,
No. 1517.— July 5, 1873.
S From Beginning, ? Vol. CXVIII.
author of “Dorothy Fox.” Part VI., . Good Words, . . III. AMATEUR THEOLOGY: ARNOLD'S LITERA
TURE AND DOGMA, . . . . . Blackwood's Magazine, IV. THE Two BROTHERS. A Tale by MM. Erck
mann-Chatrian, authors of “The Conscript,"
etc. Part VII., . . . . . . St. James Magazine, . V. THE PRUSSIAN ECCLESIASTICAL LAWS, Saturday Review, .
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Give me no that, so I have all Thee.
IF I SHOULD DIE TO-NIGHT. Then of this also I am sure If I should die to-night,
That Thou didst all these pains endure My friends would look upon my quiet face
To abolish Sinn not Wheat. Before they laid it in its resting place,
Creatures are good, and have their place And deem that death had left it almost fair: Sinn onely, wch did all deface And, laying snow-white flowers against my
Thou drivest from his seat. hair,
I could beleeve an Impanation Would smooth it down with tearful tenderness,
ess, At the rate of an Incarnation And fold my hands with lingering caress.
If Thou hadst dyde for Bread. Poor hands, so empty and so cold to-night!
But that wch made my soule to dye
My flesh, and fleshy villany If I should die to-night,
That allso made Thee dead. My friends would call to mind, with loving thought,
That fflesh is there, mine eyes deny: Some kindly deed the icy hand had wrought; And what shold flesh but flesh discry, Some gentle word the frozen lips had said;
The noblest sence of five?' Errands on which the willing feet had sped: If glorious bodies pass the sight The memory of my selfishness and pride, Shall they be food and strength, and might, My hasty words, would all be put aside.
Euen there, where they deceiue? And so I should be loved and mourned to-night.
Into my soule this cannot pass If I should die to-night,
Fflesh (though exalted) keeps his grass Even hearts estranged would turn once more
And cannot turn to soule. to me,
Bodyes and Minds are different spheres Recalling other days remorsefully.
Nor can they change their bounds and meres The eyes that chill me with averted glance
But keep a constant Pole.
This gift of all gifts is the best, For who could war with dumb, unconscious Thy flesh the least yt I request : clay?
Thou took’st that pledg from mee : So I might rest, forgiven of all, to-night.
Give me not that I had before,
Or give me that, so I have more, Oh, friends, I pray to-night,
My God, give mee all Thee. Keep not your kisses for my dead, cold brow.
GEO. HERBERT. The way is lonely, let me feel them now. Think gently of me; I am travel-worn : My faltering feet are pierced with many a thorn. Forgive, oh, hearts estranged, forgive, I plead! CHILDREN'S EVENING HYMN. When dreamless rest is mine I shall not need
The little birds now seek their rest; The tenderness for which I long to-night.
The baby sleeps on mother's breast; Christian Union.
Thou givest all Thy children rest,
God of the weary. The sailor prayeth on the sea;
The little ones at mother's knee;
Now comes the penitent to Thee,
God of the weary.
The orphan puts away his fears;
The troubled hopes for happier years; As thou art every-where; Or rather so, as Thou alone
Thou driest all the mourner's tears, Tak’st all ye Lodging, leaving none
God of the weary. Ffor Thy poore creature there.
Thou sendest rest to tired feet,
To little toilers slumbers sweet, Ffirst I am sure, whether bread stay
To aching hearts repose complete, Or whether Bread doe fly away
God of the weary. Concerneth Bread not mee. But yt both Thou, and all Thy traine
In grief, perplexity, or pain,
None ever come to Thee in vain;
Thou makest life a joy again,
God of the weary. And if in comming to Thy foes Thou dost come first to them, yt showes
We sleep that we may wake renewed, The hast of Thy good will.
To serve Thee as Thy children should, Or if that Thou two stations makest,
With love, and zeal, and gratitude, In Bread and mee, the way Thou takest
God of the weary. Is more, but for mee still.