MACMILLAN'S MAGAZINE. VOLUMES I. TO LIII., COMPRISING NUMBERS 1-318. HANDSOMELY BOUND IN CLOTH, PRICE 78. 6d. EACH. Reading Cases for Monthly Numbers, One Shilling. Sold by all Booksellers in Town and Country. MACMILLAN'S MAGAZINE. NOVEMBER, 1885. VASTNESS. I. MANY a hearth upon our dark globe sighs after many a vanish'd face, Many a planet by many a sun may roll with the dust of a vanish'd race. II. Raving politics, never at rest-as this poor earth's pale history runs, What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns? III. Lies upon this side, lies upon that side, truthless violence. mourn'd by the Wise, Thousands of voices drowning his own in a popular torrent of lies upon lies; No. 313.-VOL. LIII. B IV. Stately purposes, valour in battle, glorious annals of army and fleet, Death for the right cause, death for the wrong cause, trumpets of victory, groans of defeat; V. Innocence seethed in her mother's milk, and Charity setting the martyr aflame; Thraldom who walks with the banner of Freedom, and recks not to ruin a realm in her name. VI. Faith at her zenith, or all but lost in the gloom of doubts that darken the schools; Craft with a bunch of all-heal in her hand, follow'd up by her vassal legion of fools; VII. Pain, that has crawl'd from the corpse of Pleasure, a worm which writhes all day, and at night Stirs up again in the heart of the sleeper, and stings him back to the curse of the light; VIII. Wealth with his wines and his wedded harlots; Flattery gilding the rift of a throne;, Opulent Avarice, lean as Poverty; honest Poverty, bare to the bone: IX. Love for the maiden crown'd with marriage, no regrets for aught that has been, Household happiness, gracious children, debtless competence, golden mean; X. National hatreds of whole generations, and pigmy spites of the village spire ; Vows that will last to the last death-ruckle, and vows that are snapt in a moment of fire; XI. He that has lived for the lust of the minute, and died in the doing it, flesh without mind; He that has nail'd all flesh to the Cross, till Self died out in the love of his kind; XII. Spring and Summer and Autumn and Winter, and all these old revolutions of earth; All new-old revolutions of Empire-change of the tidewhat is all of it worth? XIII. What the philosophies, all the sciences, poesy, varying voices of prayer? All that is noblest, all that is basest, all that is filthy with all that is fair? |