We rise by the things that
are under our feet,
By what we have
mastered of good or gain,
By the pride deposed
and the passion slain,
And the vanquished ills that
we hourly meet.
—Richard Watson Gilder.
No Apostle of Liberty much
to my heart ever found I;
License each for himself,
this was at bottom their want.
Liberator of many! first dare
to be Servant of many;
What a business is that, would’st
thou know it, go try!
—Goethe.
Prove all things; hold fast that which is good.
—1 Thessalonians 5. 21.
Gracious Father, if I may be beginning this day with an unclean purpose in my heart, help me to clear it away; if I may be trying to avoid some urgent duty, make me ashamed to resist it. Keep away the desires that harm my life, and that withhold the enjoyment of my common work. Amen.
AUGUST FIFTEENTH
Jeremy Taylor baptized 1613.
Napoleon Bonaparte born 1769.
Sir Walter Scott born 1771.
Thomas de Quincey born 1785.
And do our loves all perish
with our frames?
Do those that took their root
and put forth buds,
And their soft leaves unfolded
in the warmth
Of mutual hearts, grow up
and live in beauty,
Then fade and fall, like fair,
unconscious flowers?
O, listen, man!
A voice within us speaks the
startling word,
“Man, thou shalt never
die!”
—Richard Henry Dana.
I am drawing near to the close of my career; I am fast shuffling off the stage. I have been perhaps the most voluminous author of the day; and it is a comfort to me to think I have tried to unsettle no man’s faith, to corrupt no man’s principle, and that I have written nothing which on my deathbed I should wish blotted.
—Sir Walter Scott.
But concerning love of the
brethren ye have no need that one write
unto you: for ye yourselves
are taught of God to love one another.
—1 Thessalonians 4. 9.
Almighty God, may I have that faith in eternal life which will make me careful of what I choose for my own and more careful of what I put in the lives of others. Amen.
AUGUST SIXTEENTH
Ralph Thoresby born 1658.
Dr. Thomas Fuller died 1661.
Dr. Matthew Tindal died 1733.
The secret of goodness and
greatness is in choosing whom you will
approach and live with, in
memory or imagination, through the
crowding obvious people who
seem to live with you.
—Robert Browning.
Fair Nature’s book together
read,
The old wood-paths that knew
our tread,
The maple shadows overhead—
Where’er I look, where’er
I stray,
Thy thought goes with me on
my way,
And hence the prayer I breathe
to-day.