A deadlier foe thine heart hast bred
Than this which by thy hand is dead,
That serpent still the heart defiling,
To ruin and strife beguiling;

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It is that spirit rash and bold,

That scorns the bands of order; Rages against them uncontrolled Till earth is in disorder.

Courage by Saracens is shown,
Submission is the Christian's own,
And where our Saviour, high and holy,
Wandered a pilgrim, poor and lowly,
Upon that ground with mystery fraught,
The fathers of our Order taught
The duty hardest to fulfill

Is to give up our own self-will,
Thou art elate with glory vain.

Away then from my. sight!
Who can his Saviour's yoke disdain,
Bears not his Cross aright.'

"An angry cry burst from the crowd,
The hall rang with their tumult loud;
Each knightly brother prayed for grace.
The victor downward bent his face,
Aside his cloak in silence laid,

Kissed the Grand Master's hand, nor stayed.

The Master watched him from the hall,
Then summoned him with loving call,
'Come to embrace me, noble son,

Thine is the conquest of the soul;
Take up the Cross, now truly won,
By meekness and by self-control."

Give us, O give us, the man who sings at his work! He will do more in the same time, he will do it better, he will persevere longer. One is scarce sensible of fatigue whilst he marches to music. The very stars are said to make harmony as they revolve in their spheres. Wondrous is the strength of cheerfulness, altogether past calculation its powers of endurance. Efforts, to be permanently useful, must be uniformly joyous, a spirit all sunshine, graceful from very gladness, beautiful because bright.

- CARLYLE.

EVERY MAN IS GREAT

EVERY man, in every condition, is great.

It is only our own diseased sight which makes him little. A man is great as a man, be he where or what he may. The grandeur of his nature turns to insignificance all outward distinctions. His powers of intellect, of conscience, of love, of knowing God, of perceiving the beautiful, of acting on his own mind, on outward nature, and on his fellow creatures, these are glorious prerogatives. - Let us not disparage that nature which is common to all men ; for no thought can measure its grandeur. It is the image of God, the image even of his infinity; for no limits can be set to its unfolding. He who possesses the divine powers of the soul is a great being, be his place what it may. You may clothe him with rags, may immure him in a dungeon, may chain him to slavish tasks, but he is still great. You may shut him out of your houses, but God opens to him. heavenly mansions. He makes no show, indeed, in the streets of a splendid city; but a clear thought, a pure affection, a resolute act of virtuous will, have a dignity of quite another kind, and far higher, than accumulations of brick and granite, and plaster, and stucco, however cunningly put together, or though stretching far beyond our sight. Nor is this all. If we pass over this grandeur of our common nature, and turn our thoughts to that comparative greatness which draws chief attention, and which consists in the decided superiority of the individual to the general