THIS fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons pease; See where it comes!-Behaviour what wert thou Till this man shew'd thee? and what art thou now? Shakspere. To their wills wedded, to their errors slaves, Denham. Behave yoursel' before folk, Alexander Rodgers. BEING-BEINGS. THERE is none but he Whose being I do fear; and under him My genius is rebuked. The Father, first they sung, omnipotent, Eternal King! Thee, author of all being! Shakspere. Milton. Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate; From brutes what men, from men what spirits know; Or who could suffer being here below. The beings of the mind are not of clay, Pope. And multiply in us a brighter ray, Like the Chaldean, he could watch the stars BELIEF. Byron. Byron. Now God be praised, that to believing souls, Shakspere. He can, I know, but doubt to think he will; Milton. Those comforts that shall never cease, What he says You may believe, and pawn your soul upon it. Oh! how unlike the complex works of man, From ostentation as from weakness free, Inscribed above the portals from afar, Legible only by the light they give, Stand the soul-quickening words-BELIEVE AND LIVE. BELLS. Cowper. YOUR flock, assembled by the bells, Encircle you to hear with reverence. Shakspere. Get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself, And bid the merry bells ring to thy ear, Those flattering bells have all One sound at wedding, and at funeral. Shakspere. Webster. Loud ringing changes all our bells have marred; So long they're out of tune and out of frame, Put them in frame anew, and once begin The humble records of my life to search, Herbert. I have not herded with mere pagan beasts, Now loud as welcomes! faint now as farewells! As fluttered by the wings of cherubim; Thos. Hood. The bells themselves are the best of preachers; BELLS. From their pulpits of stone in the upper air, 107 That from mouth of brass, as from mouth of gold, Upon which, like the bell, our hopes are hung; Of morals, and symbols, and history; And the upward and downward motions show Downward, the scripture brought from on high, Downward, the literal interpretation, Upward, the vision and mystery! On the pagoda spire, The bells are swinging, Their little golden circles in a flutter, Longfellow. With tales the wooing winds have dared to utter; Till all are singing, As if in a choir; Of golden-nested birds in heaven were singing; And with a lulling sound, The music floats around, And drops like balm into the drowsy ear. Mrs. E. C. Judson. Those evening bells—those evening bells— Colman. 108 BENEFICENCE. BENEVOLENCE. BENEFICENCE.-BENEFITS. BENEFICENCE regardless of herself, When noble benefits shall prove Not well disposed, the mind grown once corrupt, As many as offered life Shakspere. Milton. A benefit upbraided, forfeits thanks; To brag of benefits one hath bestown, Lady Carew. Doth make the best seem less, and most seem none; So oftentimes the greatest courtesy Is by the doer made an injury. Brome. BENEVOLENCE. GRASP the whole worlds of reason, life, and sense. In one close system of benevolence. Nature all Is blooming and benevolent, like thee. Ah! little think the gay, licentious, proud, Pope. Thomson. Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel riot, waste; Ah! little think they, while they dance along, |