Our voluntary service He requires,

Not our necessitated; such with Him

Finds no acceptance, nor can find; for how
Can hearts, not free, be tried whether they serve
Willing or no, who will but what they must
By destiny, and can no other choose?

ST. GEORGE.

April 23.

Paradise Lost, Book v.

What needs my Shakspere, for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piléd stones?

Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid

Under a starry-pointing pyramid?

Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,

What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment,

Hast built thyself a live-long monument.

Shakspere, 1564.

Miscellanies.-An Epitaph, &c.

April 24.

Man hath his daily work of body or mind
Appointed, which declares his dignity,
And the regard of Heaven on all his ways.

Edmund Cartwright, 1743.

Paradise Lost, Book IV.

Apqil 23.

Apqil 24.

Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud, Not of war only, but detractions rude,

Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,

To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed.

O. Cromwell, 1599. Brunel, 1769.

April 26.

Just are the ways of God,

And justifiable to men;

Sonnets, XVI.

Unless there be who think not God at all:
If any be, they walk obscure;

For of such doctrine never was there school,
But the heart of the fool,

And no man therein doctor but himself.

David Hume, 1711.

April 27.

Samson Agonistes.

In place thyself so high above thy peers,
Canst thou with impious obloquy condemn
The just decree of God, pronounced and sworn,
That to His only Son, by right endued
With regal sceptre, every soul in Heaven
Shall bend the knee, and in that honour due
Confess Him rightful King?

Gibbon, 1737.

Paradise Lost, Book v.

April 26.

April 27.

I see thou know'st what is of use to know,
What best to say canst say, to do canst do;
Thy actions to thy words accord, thy words
To thy large heart give utterance due.

Earl of Shaftesbury, 1801.

Paradise Regained, Book III.

April 29.

These are Thy glorious works, Parent of Good,
Almighty! Thine this universal frame,

Thus wondrous fair; Thyself how wondrous then!
Unspeakable, who sit'st above these heavens
To us invisible, or dimly seen

In these Thy lowest works; yet these declare
Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Paradise Lost, Book v.

April 30.

Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light,
Angels; for ye behold Him, and with songs
And choral symphonies, day without night,
Circle His throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven.
On Earth join, all ye creatures, to extol

Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end.
Paradise Lost, Book v.