which he doth perfectly know? what herb or flower, or worm that he treads on, is there whose true essence he knoweth! no, not so much as what is in his own bosom; what it is, where it is, or whence it is, that gives being to himself. But, for those things which concern the best world he doth not so much as confusedly see them; neither knoweth whether they be. He sees no whit into the great and awful majesty of God. He discerns him not in all his creatures, filling the world with his infinite and glorious presence. He sees not his wise providence, overruling all things, disposing all casual events, ordering all sinful actions of men to his own glory.* As travellers in a foreign country make every sight lesson; so ought we in this our pilgrimage. Thou seest the heaven rolling above thine head, in a constant and unmoveable motion; the stars so overlooking one another, that the greatest show little, and the least greatest, all glorious; the air full of the bottles of rain, or fleeces of snow, or divers forms of fiery exhalations; the sea, under one uniform face, full of strange and monstrous shapes beneath; the earth so adorned with variety of plants, that thou canst not but tread on many at once with every foot; besides the store of creatures that fly above it, walk upon it, live in it. Thou idle truant, dost thou learn nothing of so many masters ? +

* Century ii. 82.

Art of Divine Meditation, chap. iv.


the great;

Tuat hath learned to read himself more than all
books; and hath so taken out this lesson that he
can never forget it; that knows the world, and
cares not for it; that after many traverses of
thoughts, is grown to know what he may trust to,
and stands now equally armed for all events; that
hath got the mastery at home, so as he can cross
his will without a mutiny, and so please it, that he
makes it not a wanton: that in earthly things
wishes no more than nature ; in spiritual, is ever
graciously ambitious; that for his condition, stands
on his own feet, not needing to lean upon
and can so frame his thoughts to his estate, that
when he hath least, he cannot want, because he is
as free from desire, as superfluity; that he hath sea-
sonably broken the headstrong restiness of prospe-
rity, and can now manage it at pleasure. Upon
whom all smaller crosses light as hailstones upon a
roof: and for the greater calamities, he can take
them as tributes of life, and tokens of love; and if
his ship be tossed, yet is he sure his anchor is fast.
If all the world were his, he could be no other than
he is, no whit gladder of himself, no whit higher
in his carriage, because he knows contentment is
not in the things he hath, but in the mind that
values them.* The powers of his resolution can


* Its no in titles nor in rank;
Its no in wealth like Lon'on bank,

To purchase peace and rest ;


either multiply, or substract at pleasure. He can
make his cottage a manor, or a palace when he
lists; and his homeclose a large dominion; his
stained cloth, arrass; his earth, plate; and can


Its no in making muckle mair :
Its no in books: its no in lear,

To make us truly blest;
If happiness hae not her seat

And centre in the breast,
We may be wise, or rich, or great,
But never can be blest :
Nae treasures, nor pleasures,

Could make us happy lang ;
The heurt ay's the part ay,

That makes us right or wrang.
-In early youth among my native hills
I knew a Scottish peasant who possessed
A few small crofts of stone-encumbered ground;
Masses of every shape and size, that lay
Scattered about beneath the mouldering walls
Of a rough precipice; and some apart,
In quarters unobnoxious to such chance,
As if the moon had showered them down in spite,
But he repined not. Though the plough was scared
By these obstructions, "round the shady stones
A fertilizing moisture,” said the swain,
“ Gathers, and is preserved; and feeding dews
And damps, through all the droughty summer day,
From out their substance issuing, maintain
“ Herbage that never fails; no grass springs up
So green, so fresh, so plentiful, as mine!"

Excursion, 4to. 240. This truth then ought to be deeply printed in minds studious of wisdom and their own content, that they bear their happiness or unhappiness within their breast; and that all outward things have a right and a wrong handle : he that

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see state in the attendance of one servant: as one that hath learned a man's greatness or baseness is in himself; and in this he may even contest with the proud, that he thinks his own the best. Or if

takes them by the right handle, finds them good; he that takes them by the wrong indiscreetly, finds them evil. Take a knife by the haft it will serve you, take it by the edge it will cut you. There is no good thing but is mingled with evil: There is no evil but some good enters into the composition. The same truth holds, in all persons, actions, and events. Out of the worst a well composed mind endowed with the grace of God, may extract good, with no other chymistry than piety, wisdom, and serenity. It lieth in us, as we incline our minds, to be pleased or displeased with most things of the world. One that has fed his eyes with the rich prospect of delicate countries, as Lombardy, Anjou, where all the beauties and dainties of nature are assembled, will another time take no less delight in a wild and rugged prospect of high bare mountains, and fifty stories of steep rocks, as about the grand Chartreuse, and the bottom of Ardennes, where the very horror contributes to the delectation. If I have been delighted to see the trees of my orchard, in the spring blossomed, in summer shady, in autumn hung with fruit; I will delight again, after the fall of the leaf, to see through my trees new prospects which the bushy boughs hid before; and will be pleased with the sight of the snow candied about the branches, as the flowers of the season.


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These symptoms of a rising reputation gave me encouragement, as I was ever more disposed to see the favourable than

he must be outwardly great, he can but turn the other end of the glass, and make his stately manor a low and straight cottage; and in all his costly furniture he can see not richness but use. He

the unfavourable side of things, a turn of mind which it is more happy to possess, than to be born to an estate of ten thousand a year.-HUME's Life of Himself.

We are not here, as those angels, celestial powers and bodies, sun and moon, to finish our course without all offence, with such constancy, to continue for so many ages; but subject to such infirmities, miseries, interrupted, tossed and tumbled up and down, carried about with every small blast, often molested and disquieted upon each slender occasion, uncertain, brittle; and so is all that we trust unto. And he that knows not this, and is not armed to endure it, is not fit to live in this world (as one condoles our time); he knows not the condition of it, where with a reciprocal tye, pleasure and pain are still united, and succeed one another in a ring.


Some look at the black clouds, others at the blue sky. Some look through the clouds. See number 126 of the World. Arachne collecting poison from the fairest flowers; and Melissa gathering honey from every weed.


A peasant of the true French breed
Was driving in a narrow road,
A cart with but one sorry steed,

And filled with onions, sav'ry load.
Careless he trudged along before

Singing a Gascon roundelay:
Hard by there ran a whimpering brook,
The road hung shelving towards the brim,

The spiteful wind th' advantage took,

The wheels fly up, the onions swim.
The peasant saw his favourite store

At one rude blast all puffed away.

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