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“Count each affliction, whether light or grave
God’s messenger sent down to thee. Do thou
With courtesy receive him : rise and bow,
And ere his shadow pass thy threshold, crave
Permission first his heavenly feet to lave.
Then lay before him all thou hast. Allow
No cloud of passion to usurp thy brow,
Or marthy hospitality; no wave
Of mortal tumult to obliterate
The soul's marmoreal calmness. Grief should be,
Tike joy, majestic, equable, sedate,
Confirming, cleansing, raising, making free;
Strong to consume small troubles; to commend

Great thoughts, grave thoughts, thoughts lasting to the end.”

Again : another living poet does but teach how to apply a well-known text, and feel its truth the more, when he Says: “We live not in our moments or our years— The Present we fling from us as the rind Of some sweet Future, which we after find Bitter to taste, or bind that in with fears, And water it beforehand with our tears— Wain tears for that which never may arrive; Meanwhile the joy whereby we ought to live Neglected or unheeded disappears. Wiser it were to welcome and make ours Whate’er of good, though small, the Present brings— Rind greetings, sunshine, song of birds, and flowers, With a child’s pure delight in little things; And of the griefs unborn to rest secure, Knowing that mercy ever will endure.”f

This is a poet's teaching of the cheerfulness of Christian faith and the love of Christian content and happiness; and this is but the rebuke of unchristian sullenness, and the praise of Christian thankfulness:

* Aubrey De Vere's Waldenses, with other poems quoted in an Essay on De Vere's Poems, in Taylor's Notes from Books, p. 215.

f Sonnet by the Rev. R. C. Trench, quoted in Church Poetry, or Christian Thoughts in Old and Modern Verse, p. 62.

“Some murmur, when their sky is clear
And wholly bright to view,
If one small speck of dark appear
In their great heaven of blue.
And some with thankful love are fill'd
If but one streak of light, -
One ray of God’s good mercy gild
The darkness of their night.
In palaces are hearts that ask,
In discontent and pride,
Why life is such a dreary task,
And all good things denied ?
And hearts in poorest huts admire,
How love has in their aid -
(Love that not ever seems to tire)
Such rich provision made.”

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IECTURE VII. Žiterature of the Šešenteenth amb (fighteenth (sensuries.*

Milton's old age—Donne's Sermons—No great school of poetry without love of nature—Blank in this respect between Paradise Lost and Thomson's Seasons—Court of Charles the Second—Samson Agomistes—Milton's Sonnets—Clarendon's History of the Rebellion—Pilgrim's Progress—Dryden's Odes—Absalom and Achitophel–Rhyming tragedies—Age of Queen Anne–British statesmen—Essayists— Tatler—Spectator—Sir Roger De Coverley—Pope—Lord Bolingbroke—English infidels—Johnson's Dictionary—Gray—Collins— Cowper—Goldsmith—The Vicar of Wakefield—Cowper—Elizabeth

Browning.

IN proceeding to the literature of the close of the seventeenth century, we approach a period which is marked by great change. Heretofore in the succession of literary eras there had been a continuity of influence, which had not only served to give new strength and develope new resources, but to preserve the power of the antecedent literature unimpaired. The present was never unnaturally or disloyally divorced from the past. The author in one generation found discipline for his genius in reverent and affectionate intercourse with great minds of other days. Such was their dutiful spirit of discipline, strengthening but not surrendering their own native power—the discipline so much wiser and so much more richly rewarded in the might it gains, than the self-sufficient discipline, which, trusting to the pride of origi

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mality or the influences of the day, disclaims the ministry of time-honoured wisdom. Milton was studious of Spenser, and Spenser was grateful and reverent of Chaucer; and thus, as age after age gave birth to the great poets, they were bound “each to each in natural piety.” But when we come to those who followed Milton, the golden chain is broken. The next generation of the poets abandoned the hereditary allegiance which had heretofore been cherished so dutifully, transmitted so faithfully. It was at this time that the earlier literature began to fall into neglect, displaced with all its grandeur and varied power of truth and beauty, displaced for more than a century by an inferior literature, inferior and impurer, so that for more than a hundred years, many of the finest influences on the English mind were almost wholly withdrawn. Indeed, it is only within the present century that the restoration of those influences has been accomplished. Here we see within our own day, the revival of early English literature, bringing from dust and oblivion the old books to light and life again, to do their perpetual work upon the earth—the work that was denied to them by an age that was unworthy of them. No longer since than ten years or less, there was no good edition of the complete works of Chaucer Ten years ago, the sermons of the greatest preacher of the times of James the First, Donne, the Dean of St. Paul's, were almost inaccessible, entirely so, I might say, to scholars in this country, in the first and very rare folio edition. Even the writings of Jeremy Taylor were a rare treasure, until about twentyfive years ago. Bishop Heber did the good service of giving ready access to them in a modern edition; and not to speak of the miscellaneous literature, over which the dust lay so thick, all the early dramatists, save Shakspeare, lay in comparative neglect till their recent restoration. k . -I refer to this neglect as both a symptom and a cause of the decline of English literature, which began at the close of the seventeenth century, and lasted for about a century. Genius of a higher order would never have divorced itself from such an influence. It would have strengthened itself by loyalty to it. Besides their disloyalty to the great poets who had gone before, the poets of the new generation were guilty of another neglect, equally characteristic, and more fatal perhaps to high poetic aspirations; I refer to the neglect of the poetic vision of nature, external nature, the sights and sounds of this material world, the glory of which, proclaimed in divine inspiration, is ever associated with “ the consecration and the poet's dream.” Who can question, without questioning the Creator's wisdom and goodness, that the things of earth and sky have their ministry on man's spiritual nature? We may not be able to measure or define it, but it is a perpetual and universal influence, and it must be for good. Most of all is it recognised by the poet, prepared as he is “By his intense conceptions to receive, Deeply the lesson deep of love which he

Whom nature, by whatever means, has taught
To feel intensely, cannot but receive.”

No great poet, perhaps I may say no great writer, is without the deep sense of the beauty and glory of the

* The Excursion, book i. 397.

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