simplicity; but if easy hours, and luxurious living, and thoughtless thoughts are yours, then dim as are our lives we would not change with you ours are still the more simple, the more honest of the two.' "And are there wanting other mutterings which point the moral more severely-with reproaches, perhaps not wholly just, but with enough of justice in them to arouse and warn. Be it yours to convert them into a different tone. Never was there a time in which the simple living of the affluent would bear hap XIII. HEART CHEER FOR HOME SORROW. SELECTED BY THE EDITOR. KRANKEN WACHT; OR, WATCH BY A SICK-BED. BY THE REV. ROBERT MAGUIRE, D.D., RECTOR OF ST. OLAVE'S, SOUTHWARK: AUTHOR OF The clock strikes Ten: E weary ones have watched and wept To sit and think and watch alone, (While that fond mother sits alone) Alone, yet not alone, my God! Shepherd Divine, Thou art my light! Our Readers will be glad to learn that the Series of Poems translated from the German, which appeared monthly in The Fireside for 1882, have now been published, with additions, in a volume entitled, "Melodies of the Fatherland." Dr. Maguire is already widely known as the author of "Lyra Evangelica," and these fresh "Melodies," truly heart-chimes of heavenly truths, will do much to promote the ministry of sacred song as a means of spiritual comfort, joy, and progress. We think far too little value is attached to this ministry of song. Hymnody in the sanctuary we all know exercises a marvellous power, and we are persuaded genuine Christian poems thoughtfully read in the home would equally tend to the elevation of Christian thought and character. Poets may be few; but it is a great mistake to say that real poetry cannot be generally appreciated. Cultivation of the faculty of poetic enjoyment no doubt is necessary, and the more it is cultivated the greater will be the enjoyment: but the most prosaic, with a little effort, will find the "music of the heart" within them responding to the poet's ministry. If any mistrust our opinion, we advise them to test the matter by daily reading and thinking over one of these "Melodies of the Fatherland." The Volume is handsomely bound for presentation, and is published at Home Words Office, 1, Paternoster Buildings, E.C. Price 38. 6d. The clock strikes Eleven: My God, Thy mighty aid I seek, For I am faint and I am weak. Ah, see my child in fever lie, Be Thou, my Friend and Saviour, nigh! Omnipotent! enthroned in heavenly light, Guiding by day, and ruling in the night; Thou lovest most amid the dark and storm Oh, cast one loving glance, this weary night, Amid his troubled dreams and strange alarms, The clock strikes Twelve: Hark! 'tis the midnight hour-that awful stroke! My child in terror and alarm bas 'woke; As it is tolled from out the belfry tower; O God, I tremble at this loneliness; Peers through the casement like some deadly foe; I hear the footsteps of the waking dead, The kiss of death to snatch my babe away, The lamp burns low and with a sickly light; care, And try the grand experiment of prayer. She prays: Lord Jesu Christ, to Thee in prayer I seek, The heart is willing, but the flesh is weak! Thou, the Good Shepherd, didst Thy vigils keep So oft and oft for Thy beloved sheep; In that dark hour, in dread Gethsemane, From Thy bright heaven above watch here below! Oh, give me now the utmost strength I need, To serve and please Thee both in will and deed! Shed forth the unction of Thy grace abroad In my poor dried, decaying heart, my God! Stir up anew the flame of holy love To burn more bright and seek its source above; Come, darling child, be good, drink up I know 'tis bitter to the taste, ! Thus to my life, my God, dost Thou The clock strikes Three: The streak of morning gilds the dawning skies, Life stirs at last, and here and there is heard the welcome sound Of friend and neighbour going forth upon their daily round; The night-lamp, in its socket, dies at rising of the dawn, The greater light that rules the day hath through the casement shone. My prayer is heard, and lo, my child, my darling, calmly sleeps; The prayed-for Providence has come, and now in safety keeps ; The burning brow of fever heat is damp with gentle dew, And He Who is our Life and Hope doth life and hope renew. With joyous heart I lift mine eyes; with thankful heart indeed I give the praise to Thee, my God, Thou Helper in my need; Thou, Who art true, dost ne'er forsake the souls that are Thine own; Thou givest joy where sorrow was-light in the darkness sown; Though tears endure the livelong night, yet joy the morning brings; The Sun of Righteousness doth rise with healing in His wings! The clock strikes Four: Loud calls the watchman at the door: ODDS AND ENDS GATHERED UP. BY THE REV. CHARLES WAREING BARDSLEY, M.A., VICAR OF ULVERSTON, AUTHOR OF 66 THE ROMANCE OF THE LONDON DIRECTORY," ETC. II.-NOMINAL PLEASANTRIES. ON NAMES. (Continued from Page 155.) 66 PARONOMASIA: OR PUNS OXE, the great martyro- My soul is stained with a dusty colour: "Such logist, who has preserved the passages I have quoted from the letters of Philpot and Careless, received a due eulogy from Thomas Fuller, who himself must be placed in the front rank of English humorists. I have already given my readers so many tit-bits from his pen in my articles upon the London Directory,* that I can quote but little here. was his natural bias to conceits," says Charles Lamb, "that I doubt not, upon most occasions, it would have been going out of his way to have expressed himself out of them." Bishop Nicholson was very hard on him :-" Even the most serious and authentic parts of it (his Church history) are so interlaced with pun and quibble, that it looks as if the man had designed to ridicule the annals of our Church into fable and romance." But it is not every one who can appreciate drollery. sterling worth is well brought out in Mr. J. Eglinton Bailey's "Life of Dr. Fuller," which I advise my readers both to buy and study. His Charles the Second found shelter after the fight at Worcester with Colonel Lane. The great God-and-king man thus alludes to the incident: "When midst your fiercest foes on every side, For your escape God did a Lane provide." On his own name, both baptismal and patronymic, he was ever playing. At one time he is found stating:-"I confess there are more Thomases than myself much given to mistrust: whose faith will be at a stand:" at another praying: Let Thy Son be the sope, I'll be the fuller." Again he writes in a spirit of true devotion, "As for other stains and spots upon my soul, I hope that He (be it spoken without the least verbal reflection), who is the fuller's sope (Mal. iii. 2), will scour them forth with His merit, that I may appear clean by God's mercy." 66 Sometimes other people made themselves merry at his expense. To a Mr. Sparrowhawk Fuller once put the pointed question: What is the difference between an owl and a sparrow-hawk ?" The reply was smart, "An owl is fuller in the head, fuller in the face, and fuller all over!" I daresay honest Tom enjoyed the repartee amazingly, for as he says in his "Appeal: "-"I had rather my name should make many causelessly merry, than any justly sad: and seeing it lieth equally open and obvious to praise, or dispraise, I shall as little be elated when flattered-fuller of wit and learning;' as dejected when flouted-'fuller of folly and ignorance.'" The famous Nonconformist Dr. Gill received some commendatory verses, in 1726, for a work entitled "The Ancient Mode of Baptism by Immersion." This treatise was in reply to a pamphlet indited by an Independent minister at Rothwell, in Northamptonshire. One of Dr. Gill's admirers writes in the following style : "Stennett at first his furious foe did meet, We have mentioned Shakespeare. Arch "The Romance of the London Directory" (Home Words Office, 1, Paternoster Buildings, E.C. Price 38. 6d.) bishop Trench reminds us ("Study of Words," p. 23), that he shows his own profound knowledge of the human heart, when he makes old John of Gaunt, worn with long sickness, and now ready to depart, play with his name, and dwell upon the consent between it and his condition; so that when his royal nephew asks him, "How is it with aged Gaunt?" he answers,— "Oh, how that name befits my composition, Old Gaunt indeed, and gaunt in being old,Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt as the grave," with much more in the same fashion; while it is into the mouth of the slight and frivolous king that Shakespeare puts the exclamation of wonder,— (SUFFOLK) Thy name affrights me, in whose sound is death. (Henry VI.) Lorenzo, in the "Merchant of Venice," says: "It is much that the Moor should be more than reason; but if she be less than an honest woman, she is indeed more than I took her for." Launcelot replies: "How every fool can play upon the word!" I have furnished some examples of punning upon this name, which is peculiary susceptible of such treatment, in "The Romance of the London Directory." Here is one on Sir Thomas More, who by unflagging industry had brought an end to the list of Chancery suits. "When More some years had Chancellor been, No more suits did remain ; The same shall never more be seen, When Dr. Manners Sutton succeeded Archbishop Moore the following rhyme got abroad : "What say you? the Archbishop's dead? May Heaven its blessings pour; But if with such a heart and mind; In Manners we his equal find, Why should we wish for Moore?" Talking of 'episcopal preferments we are reminded of Punch's famous rhyme on the present bishop of Worcester (Philpott) the great Philpotts of Exeter being yet alive. "A good appointment? No, it's not,' Said old beer-drinking Peter Watts; It is said the older prelate once addressed his Right Reverend friend, as "my very singular brother." When Mr. Fellowes succeeded Dr. Parr as chaplain to Queen Caroline, an epigram appeared to this effect: "There's a difference between Dr. Parr and the Queen: For the reason ye need not go far; Of little Fellowes Whom the Queen thinks much above Parr." When Bishop Goodenough was appointed to preach before the House of Lords, it was said, ""Tis well enough that Goodenough A writer in Chambers's Journal, from whose collection I have stolen the above, adds to this, that when this prelate was made bishop, a certain dignitary, whom the public had expected to see appointed, being asked why he had been passed over, said, "Because I was not Goodenough." Talking of sermons, how witty was that clergyman, whom James the First of England, and Sixth of Scotland, commanded to preach before him. He gave out his text, thus commencing, James first and sixth: "He that wavereth is like a wave of the sea driven by the wind and tossed." This was rather severe on the inconstant monarch. A story of the last century has come down to us. It appears in the earlier editions of "Joe Miller." Two ministers who had fallen out were announced to preach at the |