MONEY.

fragment or corner of the kingdom of God, apart from the rest, has ever been one of the most fruitful sources of the worst mischiefs in the world. Trench.

MONEY-Want of.

He that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends. Shakspeare.

MONEY-Wishing for.

"I wish I had his money," said a young hearty-looking man, as a millionaire passed him in the street. And so has wished many a youth before him, who devotes so much time to wishing, that too little is left for working. But never does one of these draw a comparison

between their several fortunes. The rich man's money looms up like a balloon before them, hiding uncounted cares and anxieties, from which they are free; keeping out of sight those bodily ills that luxury breeds, and all the mental horrors of ennui and satiety; the fear of death that wealth fosters, the jealousy of life and love from which it is inseparable. Let none wish for unearned gold. The sweat by which 'tis gathered is the only sweet by which it is preserved for enjoyment; for in too literal

a sense is it true, "that 'tis easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven." Wish for no man's money. The health, and strength, and freshness, and sweet sleep of youth are yours. Young love, by day and night, encircles you. Hearts unsoiled by the deep sin of covetousness beat fondly with your own. None, ghoul-like, listen for the deathtick in your chamber; your shoes have value in men's eyes only when you tread in them. The smiles no wealth can purchase, greet you -living; and tears that rarely drop on rosewood coffins, will fall from pitying eyes upon you-dying. Be wise in being content with competency. You have to eat, to drink, to wear enough? then have you all the rich man hath. What though he fares more sumptuously? He shortens life, increases pains and aches, impairs his health thereby. What if his raiments be more costly? God loves him none the more, and man's respect in such regard comes ever mingled with his envy. Nature is yours in all her glory; her ever-varying and for ever beautiful face smiles peace upon you. Her hills and valleys, fields and flowers, and rocks and streams, and holy places, know no desecration in the step of poverty, but welcome ever to their wealth of beauty-rich and poor alike. Be content! The robin chirps as gaily as the gorgeous bird of Paradise. Less gaudy is his plumage, less splendid his surroundings; yet no joy that cheers the Eastern beauty,

MOON.

but comes upon his barren hills to bless the nest that robin builds. His flight is as strong, his note as gay, and in his humble home the light of happiness shines all as bright, because no envy dims it. Let us, then, labour and be strong in the best use of that we have, wasting no golden hours in idle wishes for things that burden those who own them, and could not bless us if we had them, as the gifts already bestowed by a Wisdom that never errs. Being content, the poorest man is rich; while he who counts his millions hath little joy if he be otherwise. Hunt.

MONEY-Worshipper of.

Dagon, rises before me as a demon. You, Your god, your great Bel, your fish-tailed and such as you, have raised him to a throne, put on him a crown, given him a sceptre. Behold how hideously he governs! See him busied at the work he likes best-making marriages. He binds the young to the old the strong to the imbecile. He stretches out

the arm of Mezentius, and fetters the dead to

the living. In his realm there is hatredsecret hatred: there is disgust - unspoken disgust: there is treachery-family treachery there is vice-deep, deadly, domestic vice. In his dominions, children grow unloving betweer parents who have never loved; infants are nursed in deception from their very birth they are reared in an atmosphere corrupt with

lies. Your god rules at the bridal of kingslook at your royal dynasties! your deity | blue blood of Spain! Your god is the Hymer the deity of foreign aristocracies-analyze the

of France-what is French domestic life? AL that surrounds him hastens to decay: all declines and degenerates under his sceptre. Your god is a masked Death!

MOON-Address to the.

Charlotte Bronti.

With how sad steps, O moon! thou climb'st the skies!

How silently, and with how wan a face! What may it be, that, even in heavenly place,

That busy archer his sharp arrows tries?

Sure if that long with love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case; I read it in thy looks; thy languish'd grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries. Sir Philip Sidney.

MOON-Beauties of the.

So when the sun's broad beams have tired the sight,

All mild ascends the moon's more sober light;
Serene in virgin modesty she shines,
And, unobserved, the glaring orb delines.

Pope.

Meanwhile the moon, Full-orb'd, and breaking through the scatter'd clouds,

Shows her broad visage in the crimson east, Turn'd to the sun, directs her spotted disk, Where mountains rise, umbrageous dales descend,

Her white shell trembles amid crimson air,
And whilst the sleeping tempest gathers might,
Doth, as the herald of its coming, bear
The ghost of its dead mother, whose dim form
Bends in dark ether from her infant's chair.
Shelley.

MOON-the Queen of Night.

Now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest; till the moon Riding in clouded majesty, at length, Apparent queen, unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw. Milton.

MOON-Reflection of the.

When Phoebe doth behold
Her silver visage in the watery glass,
Decking with liquid pearl the bladed glass.

mild

A mighty purpose rises large and slow
From out the fluctuations of my soul,
As, ghost-like, from the dim and tumbling sea
Starts the completed moon. Alexander Smith.

MOON-Glories of the.

As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, Oer heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light,

When not a breath disturbs the deep serene,
And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene;
Around her throne the vivid planets roll,
Aud stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole;
O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed,
And tip with silver every mountain's head;
Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect
rise,

A flood of glory bursts through all the skies;
The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight,
Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.

MOON-Influence of the.

Pope.

The moon charms the watery world below, Wakes the still seas, and makes them ebb and flow. Lee.

MOON-The New.

Like the young moon, When on the sunlit limits of the night

Shakspeare.

See,

The moon is up, it is the dawn of night. Stands by her side one bold, bright, steady

star

Star of her heart.

Mother of stars! the heavens look up to thee: They shine the brighter but to hide thy waning;

They wait and wane for thee to enlarge thy beauty;

They give thee all their glory night by night Their number makes not less thy loneliness Nor loveliness. Bailey.

MOONLIGHT-Fascination of

'Tis midnight-on the mountains brown
The cold round moon shines deeply down:
Blue roll the waters, blue the sky.
Spreads like an ocean hung on high
Bespangled with those isles of light
So wildly spiritually bright:
Who ever gazed upon them shining
And turn'd to earth without repining,
Nor wished for wings to flee away
And mix with their eternal ray.

Byron.

MOONLIGHT.

MOONLIGHT-Scene by.

The old grey village slumbered in the tranquil moonlight, not a sound breaking its stilly repose, except the low calling of the sea, whose murmurs lulled it into yet deeper quietude. The cold beams hung upon the ivied gateway of the manor, and lighted up the silent chancel of the church, as they marked unwonted hours in shadow upon the dial at the porch, and threw the branches of the dead tree into spectral relief against the deep blue sky. They bathed the gables with their silver flood, and twinkled in the small window panes of the inn. Albert Smith.

MOONLIGHT-in Summer.

Low on the utmost bound'ry of the sight,
The rising vapours catch the silver light;
Thence fancy measures, as they parting fly,
Which first will throw its shadow on the eye,
Passing the source of light; and thence away,
Succeeded quick by brighter still than they.
For yet above these wafted clouds are seen
(In a remoter sky still more serene)
Others, detach'd in ranges through the air.
Spotless as snow, and countless as they're fair;
Scatter'd immensely wide from east to west,
The beauteous semblance of a flock at rest.
These to the raptured mind aloud proclaim
Their mighty Shepherd's everlasting name;
And thus the loit'rer's utmost stretch of soul
Climbs the still clouds, or passes those that
roll,

And loosed imagination, soaring goes
High o'er his home, and all his little woes.
Bloomfield.

MOONRISE-Appearance of.

Soon will the moon and all her stars be here!
A smiling light proclaims her o'er yon hill;
Slowly she raises up her radiant sphere,
And stillness, at her voice, becomes more still.
My heart forgets all thought of human ill,
And man seems happy as his place of birth:
All things that yield him joy my spirit fill
With kindred joy! and even his humblest
mirth

Seems at this peaceful hour to beautify the earth.

MOONRISE-Majesty of.

Wilson.

How like a queen comes forth the lovely moon From the slow opening curtains of the clouds; Walking in beauty to her midnight throne ! The stars are veil'd in light; the ocean-floods, And the ten thousand streams, the boundless woods,

The trackless wilderness, the mountain's brow, Where winter on eternal pinions broods,

MORALITY-Christian.

Morality, distinguished from and independent of Christian faith, is nothing; but Christian morality is of the very essence, it is the true fruit, the sure testimony, the faithful companion, the glory and perfection, yea, the very life and soul of true Christian faith. Let us beware, that we do not confound things so different as worldly and Christian morality; as the works of the natural man and those of the disciples of Christ! Let us beware how we suppose that because a man cannot be saved saved without morality of the other sort; that by morality of one sort, therefore he can be because one who rejects the Gospel will not be saved for being a moral man, therefore there is a hope of salvation for an immoral professor of the Gospel! Christian morality assumes to itself no merit-it sets up no arro gant claim to God's favour-it pretends not to "open the gates of heaven;" it is only the handmaid in conducting the Christian believer in his road towards them. Without it no man shall enter in but they who disesteem and reject it are well apprized by God's word of the evil which they shall incur; when Christ shall command "the workers of iniquity,” “the slothful and unprofitable servant to depart from him," and when "vengeance shall be taken in flaming fire on them that know not God, and obey not the Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ." Biskop Masi.

MORALITY-without Religion.

Let us with caution indulge the supposition that morality can be maintained without religion. Reason and experience both forbid us to expect that national morality can prevail in exclusion of religious principle.

Washington. MORALITY-Regard to the Rules of.

The regard to the general rules of morality is what is properly called a sense of duty; a principle of the greatest consequence in human life, and the only principle by which the bulk of mankind are capable of directing their