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HEAVEN.

favoured creatures; of the saints, who are redeemed by the blood of His Son; and of the angels, who, innumerable in multitude, "stand round about His throne." It is the everlasting seat of consummate holiness or virtue; where that Divine principle shines without alloy, flourishes in immortal youth, and reigns and triumphs with eternal glory. It is the place in which are seen all the finishings of Divine workmanship, and in which the beauty and greatness of the Infinite Mind, and the endless diversities of omniscient skill, appear in all their most exquisite forms, and in the last degrees of refinement and perfection. It is the centre of all Divine communications; the city, in which all the paths of Providence terminate; the ocean, from which all the streams of Infinite Wisdom and Goodness proceed, and into which they return, to flow again and for ever. It is the theatre in which an eternal providence of progressive knowledge, power, and love, rendered daily more and more beautiful and amiable, wonderful and majestic, is begun and carried on through ages, which will never approach towards an end. It is the place where all the works of God are studied and understood, through an eternal progress of knowledge; where all the diversities of virtuous intelligence, all the forms and hues of moral beauty, brighten in an unceasing gradation; and where gratitude, love, enjoyment, and praise, resound day and night in a more and more perfect harmony throughout the immensity of duration. Dwight.

HEAVEN-Happiness of.

And there shall be no more curse: but the throne of God and of the Lamb shall be in it; and His servants shall serve Him and they hall see His face; and His name shall be in their foreheads. And there shall be no night there; and they need no candle, neither light of the sun; for the Lord God giveth them Eght: and they shall reign for ever and ever. St. John.

There's a perpetual spring, perpetual youth, No joint-benumbing cold, nor scorching heat; Famine nor age have any being there.

Massinger and Dekker.

By heaven, we understand a state of happiness infinite in degree, and endless in duration. Franklin. Thrice happy world, where gilded toys No more disturb our thoughts, no more pollute our joys.

Whose love-all love, all power, all wisdom, Thou!
Tongue cannot utter-nor can heart conceive
He in the lowest depth of being framed,
The imperishable mind in every change,
Through the great circle of progressive life.
He guides and guards, till evil shall be known,
And being known as evil, cease to be :
And the pure soul emancipate by death,
The enlarger, shall attain its end predoom'd,
The eternal newness of eternal joy. Southey.

What joy, what beauty must be there,
In soul and sense,-beyond whate'er

Beauty or joy we call;
Where in His glory shines the King,
Where flows of bliss th' unsullied spring,
Source, centre, end of all!

HEAVEN-Joys of.

Grinfield.

Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy;
Ear hath not heard its deep song of joy;
Dreams cannot picture a world so fair;
Sorrow and death may not enter there;
Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom;
For beyond the clouds, and beyond the
tomb;

It is there, it is there, my child.
Mrs. Hemans.

The joys of heaven are without example, above experience, and beyond imagination; for which the whole creation wants a comparison; we, an apprehension; and even the Word of God, a revelation. Norris.

Perfect purity-fulness of joy-everlasting freedom-perfect rest-health and fruitioncomplete security-substantial and eternal good. Hannah More.

HEAVEN-Music of.

He that at midnight, when the very labourer sleeps securely, should hear, as I have often

HELL.

And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold
Eternal anarchy, amidst the noise
Of endless wars, and by confusion stand.

Milton.

I'll tell thee what is hell- thy memory
Still mountained up with records of the past,
Heap over heap, all accents and all forms,
Telling the tale of joy and innocence,
And hope, and peace, and love; recording too,
With stern fidelity, the thousand wrongs
Worked upon weakness and defencelessness;
The blest occasions trifled o'er or spurned;
All that hath been that ought not to have been
That might have been so different, that now
Cannot but be irrevocably past!

Thy gangrened heart, Stripped of its self-worn mask, and spread at

HERO.

HELL-a Vision of.

The Fiend was seated; in his eye there shone
The look that dared Omnipotence; the light
Of sateless vengeance, and sublime despair.
He sat amid a burning world, and saw
Tormented myriads, whose blaspheming shrieks
Were mingled with the howl of hidden floods
And Acherontine groans! of all the host,
The only dauntless he.

He call'd the cursed, and they flash'd from cave And wild!-from dungeon and from den they

came,

And stood, an unimaginable mass
Of spirits, agonized with sleepless pangs:-
In silence stood they, while the demon gazed
On all, and communed with departed Time,
From whence his vengeance such a harvest

reap'd!

Before him, what a congregated host
Of perish'd creatures! sumless as the waves,
Lash'd into life from out the ocean plain;
Long ages gone, and they were breathing airs
Of heaven, endow'd with attributes divine,
Sharing the beauty of the world, and led

By Mercy through the round of being; bliss
And endless woe before them lay, they braved
The doom to come, and barter'd heaven for
hell.
Robert Montgomery.

HEREAFTER - Man's Pleasure in the
Great.

Hark how the birds do sing,
And woods do ring;

All creatures have their joy, and man hath his;
Yet if we rightly measure,
Man's joy and pleasure

Rather hereafter than in present is. Herbert.

HERMIT-Habits of the.

Far in a wild, unknown to public view,
From youth to age a reverend hermit grew;
The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell,
His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well.
Remote from man, with God he pass'd his

days;

Prayer all his business-all his pleasure praise. Parnell.

HERMIT-Gloomy Solitude of the.

The darksome cave they enter, where they

found

The woful man, low sitting on the ground, Musing full sadly in his sullen mind. Spenser.

Up rose the hero, -on his piercing eye
Sat observation; on each glance of thought

HERO-Character of the.

HISTORY.

HISTORY-Imperfection of.

Nothing is more delusive, or at least more wofully imperfect, than the suggestions of authentic history, as it is generally, or rather universally, written; and nothing more exaggerated than the impressions it conveys of the actual state and condition of those who live in its most agitated periods. The great public events of which alone it takes cognizance, have but little direct influence upon the body of the people; and do not, in general, form the principal business or happiness or misery even of those who are in some measure concerned in them. Even in the worst and most disastrous times-in periods of civil war and revolution, and public discord and oppression, a great part of the time of a great part of the people is spent in making love and money-in social amusement or professional industry-in schemes for worldly advancement or personal distinction, just as in periods of general peace and prosperity. Men court and marry very nearly as much in the one season as in the other, and are as merry at weddings and christenings-as gallant at balls and races -as busy in their studies and counting-houses -eat as heartily, in short, and sleep as soundly -prattle with their children as pleasantlyand thin their plantations and scold their servants as zealously, as if their contemporaries were not furnishing materials thus abundantly for the tragic muse of history. The quiet under-current of life, in short, keeps its deep and steady course in its eternal channels, unaffected, or but slightly disturbed, by the storms that agitate its surface; and while long tracts of time, in the history of every country, seem to the distant student of its annals to be darkened over with one thick and oppressive cloud of unbroken misery, the greater part of those who have lived through the whole acts of the tragedy, will be found to have enjoyed a fair average share of felicity, and to have been much less affected by the shocking events of their day, than those who know nothing eise of it than that such events took place in its course. Jeffrey.

HISTORY-Knowledge of.

History maketh a young man to be old, without either wrinkles or grey hairs, privileging him with the experience of age, without

either the infirmities or inconveniences thereof. Fuller.

HISTORY-Different Phases of.

To be entirely just in our estimate of other ages is not only difficult it is impossible. Even what is passing in our presence we see but through a glass darkly. The mind as well

HISTORY.

as the eye adds something of its own, before an image, even of the clearest object, can be painted upon it; and in historical inquiries, the most instructed thinkers have but a limited advantage over the most illiterate. Those who know the most approach least to agreement. The most careful investigations are diverging roads; the further men travel upon them, the greater the interval by which they are divided. In the eyes of David Hume, the history of the Saxon princes is "the scuffling of kites and crows." Father Newman would mortify the conceit of a degenerate England by pointing to the sixty saints and the hundred confessors who were trained in her royal palaces for the calendar of the blessed. How vast a chasm yawns between these two conceptions of the same era! Through what common term can the student pass from one into the other? Or, to take an instance yet more noticeable, the history of England scarcely interests Mr. Macaulay before the revolution of the seventeenth century. To Lord John Russell the Reformation was the first outcome from centuries of folly and ferocity; and Mr. Hallam's more temperate language softens without concealing a similar conclusion. The writers have all studied what they describe. Mr. Carlyle has studied the same subject with powers at least equal to theirs, and to him the greatness of English character was waning with the dawn of English literature; the race of heroes was already failing: the era of action was yielding before the era of speech. Froude.

HISTORY-Province of.

This is a great fault in a chronologer,
To turn parasite: an absolute history
Should be in fear of none, neither should he
Write anything more than truth, for friendship,
Or else for hate; but keep himself equal
And constant in all his discourses.

HISTORY-a Register.

Lingua.

What is public history but a register of the successes and disappointments, the vices, the follies, and the quarrels, of those who engage in contention for power? Paley.

HISTORY-Study of.

To study history is to study literature. The biography of a nation embraces all its works. No trifle is to be neglected. A mouldering medal is a letter of twenty centuries. Antiquities, which have been beautifully called history defaced, composed its fullest commentary. In these wrecks of many storms, which time washes to the shore, the scholar looks patiently for treasures. The painting round a vase, the scribble on a wall, the wrath