NEVER TOO LATE TO LEARN. MAN must never cease to learn. Life, in its whole duration, is a school, and there never comes a time, even amongst the decays of age, when he should lay aside eagerness of acquisition and cheerfulness of endeavour. I utterly protest against the common notion of growing old. It is an unchristian, a heathen idea, which regards old age as the season of sullenness and torpor and cessation of growth. It may befit those who expect to lay down their being in the grave, and who look forward to no to-morrow after the day of death. But such a sentiment is most unseemly in Christians who profess to regard the sepulchre as the birthplace of immortality. Old age may be and should be a cheerful, happy, active time. The affections are often as warm and the intellect as clear as they ever were. The aged Christian is approaching his rest, he already almost grasps the prize, the battle is almost fought, the victory is almost gained, and an endless existence of joy opens before him. Is it for him to sit down in torpid apathy, or yield to a spirit of sullen discontent? From dulness, nor let cold indifference steep My senses in oblivion: if the thrill Of early bliss must sober, as it will And should, when earthly things to heavenly yield, I would have feelings left time cannot chill; That while I yet can walk through grove or field, I may be conscious there of charms by Thee revealed. And when I shall, as soon or late I must, Become infirm, in age if I grow old, Or sooner, if my strength should fail its trust, When I relinquish haunts where I have strolled At morn or eve, and can no more behold NEVER TOO LATE TO LEARN. 195 Thy glorious works, forbid me to repine; Let memory still their loveliness unfold Before my mental eye, and let them shine An admirable illustration of the spirit I now enforce is afforded by that great painter, poet, sculptor, architect and Christian, Michael Angelo. In extreme old age he was found by Cardinal Farnese alone among the ruins of the Colosseum. Surprise being expressed by the Cardinal, with an inquiry what brought him there; he replied: "I am come here for the purpose of study. I hope to be a scholar so long as God shall spare my life." PAINFUL MEMORIES. BUT, ever and anon, of griefs subdued A tone of music-Summer's eve-or Spring A flower-the wind-the ocean-which shall wound, And how and why we know not, nor can trace The blight and blackening which it leaves behind, When least we deem of such, calls up to view The spectres whom no exorcism can bind, The cold-the changed-perchance, the dead—anew, The mourned, the loved, the lost-too many-yet how few! DEPARTED FRIENDS. THEY are all gone into a world of light, And my sad thoughts doth clear. DEPARTED FRIENDS. It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest I see them walking in an air of glory, Whose light doth trample on my days; O holy Hope, and high Humility, High as the heavens above! These are your walks, and you have showed them me, Dear, beauteous Death, the jewel of the just, Shining nowhere but in the dark, What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark! He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know, At first sight, if the bird be flown; But what fair dell or grove he sings in now, And yet as angels, in some brighter dreams, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, If a star were confined into a tomb, Her captive flames must needs burn there; 197 O Father of eternal life, and all Resume Thy spirit from this world of thrall Either disperse these mists, which blot and fill Or else remove me hence unto that hill, A CHURCHYARD WALK. "Death and its two-fold aspect-wintry one; WE walked within the churchyard bounds, He laughing, running happy rounds, |