More things are wrought by prayer
Than this world dreams of.
1374
TENNYSON: Morte d’Arthur, Line 247.
=Preaching.=
I preached as never sure to preach again,
And as a dying man to dying men.
1375
RICHARD BAXTER: Love Breathing Thanks and
Praise.
=Present.=
The Present, the Present is all thou hast
For thy sure possessing;
Like the patriarch’s angel hold it fast
Till it gives its blessing.
1376
WHITTIER: My Soul and I, St. 34.
=Press.=
Here shall the Press the People’s right maintain, Unaw’d by influence and unbrib’d by gain. 1377 JOSEPH STORY: Motto of the “Salem Register."
=Pride.=
Pride hath no other glass
To show itself, but pride; for supple knees
Feed arrogance, and are the proud man’s fees.
1378
SHAKS.: Troil. and Cress., Act iii., Sc.
3.
And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin
Is pride that apes humility.
1379
COLERIDGE: The Devil’s Thoughts.
=Priest.=
No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell. 1380 MILTON: Hymn on Christ’s Nativity, Line 173.
=Primrose.=
A primrose by a river’s brim
A yellow primrose was to him,
And it was nothing more.
1381
WORDSWORTH: Peter Bell, Pt. i., St. 12.
=Printing.=
Blest be the gracious Power, who taught mankind To stamp a lasting image of the mind! 1382 CRABBE: The Library, Line 69.
Some said, “John, print it”; others said, “Not so.” Some said, “It might do good”; others said, “No.” 1383 BUNYAN: Pilgrim’s Progress, Apology for his Book.
=Prison.=
Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet, take
That for an hermitage.
1384
LOVELACE: To Althea, from Prison, iv.
=Procrastination.=
Procrastination is the thief of time:
Year after year it steals, till all are fled,
And to the mercies of a moment leaves
The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
1385
YOUNG: Night Thoughts, Night i., Line
393.
=Prodigies.=
When these prodigies
Do so conjointly meet, let not men say
“These are their reasons,—They are
natural;”
For, I believe, they are portentous things
Unto the climate that they point upon.
1386
SHAKS.: Jul. Caesar, Act i., Sc.
3.
=Progress.=
Yet I doubt not thro’ the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widen’d with the process of the suns. 1387 TENNYSON: Locksley Hall, St. 69.
=Promise.=
And be these juggling fiends no more believ’d,
That palter with us in a double sense:
That keep the word of promise to our ear
And break it to our hope.
1388
SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act v., Sc. 8.