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# The Parable of Creation

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JOHN DOUGHTY
THE
PARABLE OF CREATION,
BEING
A Presentation of the Spiritual Sense of the Mosaic Narrative as contained in the
First Chapter of Genesis,
—BY—
Rev. John Doughty,
Author of "The World Beyond," "The Garden of Eden," "The Secret of the Bible," etc., etc.
SAN FRANCISCO: Swedenborg Library and Tract Society, 1626 O'Farrell Street. 1892.
Press of Valleau & Peterson, 410 Sansome Street, San Francisco.
PREFACE.
There can be no doubt that a large portion of the prejudice against the Bible which is held by skeptical minds comes, not so much from wilful infidelity as from misunderstanding. The same may be said of the present tendency among all Christian sects to deny the plenary or verbal inspiration of that book which claims, in itself, to be the Word of God. It is not because people want to reject it so much as because they cannot discern wherein its inspiration, in many parts, consists.
The method of interpretation revealed by the Lord through Emanuel Swedenborg and set forth in the Writings of that illumined expositor, discloses the fact that it is only in its spiritual sense that the Word of the Lord can be made fully consistent, harmonious and rational, and be justified, as such, to spiritual minds.
These lectures, delivered in San Francisco, Portland, Or., and other places, to large audiences, were designed to set forth the spiritual meaning of the Mosaic account of creation, as given in the Arcana Coelestia of Swedenborg, in a form so easy to comprehend, that none might fail to understand who ​were willing to listen in an unprejudiced mood. They, of course, give the spiritual sense of a very small portion of the Scripture; but they at least suggest the reasonableness and beauty of that method of interpretation and may serve to lead the interested mind to investigate further, and nearer the fountain head, for the principles upon which it is founded.
San Francisco, March Ist, 1892.
J. D.
CONTENTS.
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# The New Student's Reference Work/Nucellus

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Nucellus, (nū-sĕl' lŭs), (in plants), the main body of an ovule, usually more or less invested by an integument or integuments. It is the nucellus which is really the mega-sporangium and which contains the mega-spore or embryo-sac. See Ovule.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Nucleus

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Nucleus (nū′ klḗ-ŭs), (in plants), a special protoplasmic body always found in cells. So far as known, every cell must contain nucleus and cytoplasm. In the process of ordinary cell division the initial steps are taken by the nucleus. Ordinarily, the nucleus is a spherical body and is usually centrally placed. It is difficult to see under ordinary circumstances without the use of special stains which color it. See Cell.
# The New Student's Reference Work/November

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Novem'ber, from the Latin for nine, was the ninth month of the Roman calendar year, when there were 30 days to the month of November and ten months to the year. Then it was given only 29 days, but Caesar gave it 31, only to have it restored to 30 by Augustus. Its festivals are All Saints (1), St. Hubert (3), St. Martin (11), St. Catherine (25) and St. Andrew (30).
# The New Student's Reference Work/Novgorod

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Nov′gorod (“new town”), a famous Russian city, capital of a government, is situated near Lake Ilmen on the Volkhoff River. In 864 Rurik, a Norseman, was invited here to rule, and with him begins the history of the country. In the 12th century the city, which then had 400,000 inhabitants, was the market of northeastern Europe, and its almost republican government ruled from the White Sea to River Petchora. In 1471 on account of the jealousy of the Moscow princes, Czar Ivan III destroyed Novgorod, deprived it of its liberties, and exiled its best citizens. Afterwards the port of Archangel was opened and the city began to decline. The oldest building is the Church of St. Sophia, founded in the 11th century, besides 30 other churches and the wall surrounding the Kremlin. Here is annually held the Nizhnii Novgorod fair, which transacts a large volume of business. Population 26,972.
This article contains an obvious error. Nizhnii Novgorod is a different city, situated on Volga River.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Numidia

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Numid′ia, the name given by the Romans to that part of Africa which is now Algeria, and reaching south to the Atlas Mountains. The inhabitants were of the race from which the Berbers are descended; were warlike, faithless, dishonest, yet excellent horsemen. In the war between the Carthaginians, Massinissa, the chief of the powerful eastern tribe, joined the Romans and later ruled the entire country. Of his successors Jugurtha and Juba are best known. After Cæsar conquered Juba I, Numidia became a Roman province, but Augustus gave the western part to Juba II. Among the more important places were Hippo, Raguis, Zama and Cirta, afterward called Constantina, and now Constantine.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Nuremberg

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Nu′remberg or Nürn′berg, a city in Middle Franconia, a province of Bavaria, stands on the River Pegnitz, 95 miles from Munich. It is one of the most interesting cities of Germany, with its old walls, gates, bridges and fountains. The castle, built by Conrad II and Frederick Barbarossa, is famed for its paintings and wood carvings. The most notable buildings are St. Lawrence church (1274), St. Sebald’s church (1225), the Italian Renaissance town hall (1622), the gymnasium (1526), the new law courts, the Germanic Museum and the library of 70,000 volumes. The city has no foreign commerce outside of that in toys, known as Nuremberg wares, but has a large home trade in metal and wood specialties, bone carvings, type, lead pencils and chemicals. Nuremberg was first heard of in 1050, and became a free city in 1219. The Hohenzollerns sold their rights to it in 1417, and it immediately began to rise as the German home of arts and inventions and became a center of commerce. The discovery of the Cape passage to India and the Thirty Years’ War proved the city’s ruin, and although it retained its independence until 1803, it entered the Rhenish Confederation, and in 1806 became one of the cities of Bavaria. Population 332,651.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Nubia

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Nu'bia, the modern name of a large African region, formerly part of Ethiopia, and extending on both sides of the Nile from Egypt to Abyssinia and from the Red Sea on the east to the desert on the west. Of late, Nubia has been called the Egyptian Sudan. It was under the rule of the Pharaohs, but under the 20th dynasty was recovered by native rulers, who adopted Egyptian civilization and later became Christianized. The country is now occupied by mixed races, probably descendants from the pure negro stock mixed with Hamites and with Semitic Arabs who invaded the land in the 7th century, and conquered it in the 14th. Until 1820, it was ruled by native Moslem chiefs, but in that year it was made a part of Egypt by Ismail Pasha, and so remained until 1881. The greater part of the country is arid desert, with small oases here and there on the route of caravans. The most fertile region is near Dongola. Its population, which consists chiefly of Egyptians, sedentary and nomad, numbers 240,382. See Sudan.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Numa Pompilius

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Nu′ma Pompil′ius, the second Roman king, (who ruled 715–672 B. C.), successor to Romulus, was a native of Cures, in the Sabine country, and esteemed for his piety and wisdom. He was elected king by the Roman people and by the aid of supposed interviews with the nymph Egeria in the groves near the city began to draw up forms of religious institutions for the people, and was thus, according to story, the author of the Roman ceremonial. He reigned during 39 years of peace and happiness.
# The New Student's Reference Work/Nur-ed-Din Mahmud

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Nur-ed-Din′ Mahmud, emir and sultan of Syria, was born at Damascus in 1116 A. D. He is noted for his defeat of the first and second crusades of the Christians, the conquering of Tripolis, Antioch and Damascus, and the taking of all the Christian strongholds in Syria in 1151. In 1168 he was made sultan of Syria and Egypt, and while preparing to invade Egypt, died at Damascus in May, 1173. He was the bitterest enemy of Christianity, but was a patron of science, art and literature and a good administrator of justice.
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/Love's Tokens

Love's Tokens.
Love's herald is not speech— His fear-fraught tongue is mute— His presence is bewrayed By blushes deep that shoot Athwart the conscious brow, And mantle on the cheek, Then fleet for tints of snow Which soft confusion speak; Thus red and white have place By turns on true love's face.
Love vaunteth not his worth In gaudy, glozing phrase, His home is not in breast Where thought of worldling stays; In modest loyaltie His fountain doth abide; In bosom greatly good The lucid pulses tide That ebb and flow there ever, Till soul and body sever.
Trust not the ready lip Whence flows the fulsome song— True love aye gently hymns, False love chaunts loud and long. Young Beauty, cherish well The bashful, anxious eye, The lip that may not move, The breast that stills the sigh— A recreant to thee Their lord will never be!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/Love's Diet

Love's Diet.
Tell me, fair maid, tell me truly, How should infant Love be fed; If with dewdrops, shed so newly On the bright green clover blade; Or, with roses plucked in July, And with honey liquored? O, no! O, no! Let roses blow, And dew-stars to green blade cling: Other fare, More light and rare, Befits that gentlest Nursling.
Feed him with the sigh that rushes 'Twixt sweet lips, whose muteness speaks With the eloquence that flushes All a heart's wealth o'er soft cheeks; Feed him with a world of blushes, And the glance that shuns, yet seeks: For 'tis with food, So light and good,
That the Spirit child is fed; And with the tear Of joyous fear That the small Elf's liquored.
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/Lays of the Langbein Ritters

Lays of The Lang Bein Ritters.
Among the ungarnered Poems left by the late Mr Motherwell, I have found certain wild, romantic, and melancholy measures, fittingly enshrined in a story of Teutonic spirit and colouring, entitled 'The Doomed Nine, or the Lang Bein Ritters.' To publish the prose narrative lies not within the purpose of this selection—but the songs, which conveyed to us a very singular pleasure in days endeared to memory by the delights of friendship, may not inaptly form the concluding strains of a volume whose general aspect accords well (too well) with the Poet's cast of thought and premature departure.—K.
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/Like Mist on a Mountain Top Broken and Gray

Like Mist on a Mountain Top Broken and Gray.
Like mist on a mountain top broken and gray, The dream of my early day fleeted away: Now the evening of life, with its shadows, steals on, And memory reposes on years that are gone!
Wild youth with strange fruitage of errors and tears— A midday of bliss and a midnight of fears— Though chequer'd, and sad, and mistaken you've been, Still love I to muse on the hours we have seen!
With those long-vanished hours fair visions are flown, And the soul of the minstrel sinks pensive and lone; In vain would I ask of the future to bring The verdure that gladden'd my life in its spring!
I think of the glen where the hazel-nut grew— The pine-covered hill where the heather-bell blew—
The trout-burn which soothed with its murmuring sweet, The wild flowers that gleamed on the red deer's retreat!
I look for the mates full of ardour and truth, Whose joys, like my own, were the sunbeams of youth— They passed e'er the morning of hope knew its close— They left me to sleep where our fathers repose!
Where is now the wide hearth with the big faggot's blaze, Where circled the legend and song of old days? The legend's forgotten, the hearth is grown cold, The home of my childhood to strangers is sold!
Like a pilgrim who speeds on a perilous way, I pause, ere I part, oft again to survey Those scenes ever dear to the friends I deplore, Whose feast of young smiles I may never share more!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/Love's Potencie

Love's Potencie.
If men were fashioned of the stone, Then might they never yield to love— But fashioned as they are, they owne (On earth, as in the realme above,) That Beauty, in perfection, stil Controls the thoughts, impels the wil.
And sure 'twere vaine to stemme the tide Of passion surging in the breast— Since fierce ambition, stubborn pryde Have each the sovereigne power confest; Which rolleth on, despite al staie, Sweeping ilk prudent shifte awaye.
What though the mayden that we love May fail to meet the troth we bear— Nor once its generous warmth approve, Nor bate one jot of our despaire— Doth not the blind dictator say— 'Thou foolish wichte pyne on alwaie!'
We cannot read the wondrous lawes That knit the soul to lovelinesse; We feel their influence, but their cause Remains a theme of mysticknesse— We only know Love may not be O'ermastered by Wil's energie.
Nor would I wish to break the dream f troubled joy; that still is mine— Albeit that the cheering gleam Of hope hath almost ceased to shine— So long as Beauty light doth give, My heart must feel, its love must live!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/Lay of the Broken-Hearted and Hope-Bereaved Men

Lay of the Broken-Hearted and Hope-Bereaved Men.
"Some of those who had been bereaved by these merciless marauders, and would not be comforted, then paced towards the hills, and looked back on the scenes of their youth. They sang with melancholy scorn and embittered passion, this querulous ditty, which later generations have remembered as the 'Lay of the Broken-hearted and Hope-bereaved men,' who went up to the hollowed mountain, where they shut themselves up in a cavern, building up its mouth strongly with huge stones; and there, in sunlessness and unavailing sorrow, these broken-hearted ones died."—Motherwell.
The rude and the reckless wind, ruthlessly strips The leaf that last lingered on old forest tree; The widowed branch wails for the love it has lost; The parted leaf pines for its glories foregone. Now sereing, in sadness, and quite broken-hearted, It mutters mild music, and swan-like on-fleeteth A burden of melody, musing of death,
To some desert spot where, unknown and unnoted, Its woes and its wanderings may both find a tomb, Far far from the land where it grew in its gladness, And hung from its brave branch, freshly and green, Bathed in blythe dews and soft shimmering in sunshine, From morn until even-tide, a beautiful joy!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/Life

Life.
O Life! what is thy quest?—What owns this world Of stalking shadows, fleeting phantasies, Enjoyments substanceless—to wed the mind To its still querulous, ever-faltering mate— Or crib the pinion of the aspiring soul (Upborne ever by the mystical) To a poor nook of this sin-stricken earth, Or sterile point of time?—The Universe, My spirit, is thy birth-right—and thy term Of occupance, thou river, limitless— Eternity!
# The Poetical Works of William Motherwell/Like a Worn Gray-Haired Mariner

Like a Worn Gray-Haired Mariner.
Like a worn gray-haired mariner whom the sea Hath wrecked, then flung in mockery ashore, To clamber some gaunt cliff, and list the roar Of wave pursuing wave unceasingly ; His native land, dear home, and toil-won store Inexorably severed from his sight; His sole companions Hopelessness and Grief— Who feels his day will soon be mirkest night— Who from its close alone expects relief— Praying life’s sands, in pity, to descend And rid him of life’s burden,—So do I Gaze on the world, and time fast surging by, Drifting away each hope with each tried friend— Leaving behind a waste where desolate I may die.
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THE DESERTION.
Now fly, Diſcretion! to my aid, See haughty Mira, fair and bright, In all the pomp of love array’d; Ah! how I tremble at the ſight! She comes! ſhe comes!—before her all5 Mankind does proſtrate fall.
Love, a deſtroyer fierce and young, Advent’rous, terrible, and ſtrong, Cruel and raſh, delighting ſtill to vex, Sparing nor age nor ſex,10
Commands in chief: well fortify’d he lies, And from her lips, her cheeks, and eyes, All oppoſition he defies. Reaſon, Love’s old inveterate foe, Scarce ever reconcil’d till now,15 Reaſon aſſiſts her too.
A wiſe commander he, for council fit, But nice and coy, nor has been ſeen to ſit In modern ſynod, nor appear’d of late In courts nor camps, nor in affairs of ſtate;20 Reaſon proclaims them all his foes, Who ſuch reſiſtleſs charms oppoſe.
My very boſom-friends make war Within my breaſt, and in her intereſts are; Eſteem and Judgment, with ſtrong Fancy, join25 To court and call the fair invader in; My darling favourite, Inclination, too, All, all conſpiring with the foe.
Ah! whither ſhall I fly to hide My weakneſs from the conqueror’s pride?30 Now, now, Diſcretion! be my guide: But ſee, this mighty Archimedes too Surrenders now;
Preſuming longer to reſiſt, His very name35 Diſcretion must diſclaim, Folly and Madneſs only would perſiſt.37
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WRITTEN UNDER THE LADY HARPER’S NAME.
To Harper, ſprightly, young, and gay, Sweet as the roſy morn in May, Fill to the brim, I ’ll drink it up, To the laſt drop, were poiſon in the cup.4
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WRITTEN UNDER THE LADY MARY VILLIERS’ NAME.
If l not love you, Villiers, more Than ever mortal lov’d before; With ſuch a paſſion, fix’d and ſure,3 As ev’n poſſeſſion could not cure, Never to ceaſe but with my breath, May then this bumper be my death.6
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IN PRAISE OF MIRA.
Tune, tune thy lyre; begin, my Muſe! What nymph, what queen, what goddeſs, wilt thou chuse? Whoſe praises ſing? what charmer’s name Tranſmit immortal down to fame? Strike, ſtrike thy ſtrings; let Echo take the ſound,5 And bear it far, to all the mountains round; Pindus again ſhall hear, again rejoice, And Hæmus too, as when th’ enchanting voice Os tuneful Orpheus charm’d the grove, Taught oaks to dance, and made the cedars move.10
Nor Venus nor Diana will we name; Mira is Venus and Diana too; All that was feign’d of them apply’d to her is true: Then ſing, my Muſe! let Mira be our theme. As when the ſhepherds would a garland make,15 They ſearch with care the fragrant meadows round, Plucking but here and there, and only take The choiceſt flowers, with which ſome nymph is crown’d; In framing Mira, ſo divinely fair Nature has taken the ſame care;20
All that is lovely, noble, good, we ſee, All, beauteous Mira! all bound up in thee. Where Mira is, there is the queen of Love, Th’ Arcadian paſtures and th’ Idalian grove. Let Mira dance, ſo charming is her mien,25 In ev’ry movement ev’ry grace is ſeen: Let Mira ſing, the notes ſo ſweetly wound, The Syrens would be ſilent at the ſound. Place me on mountains of eternal ſnow, Where all is ice, all winter winds that blow;30 Or caſt me underneath the burning line, Where everlaſting ſun does ſhine, Where all is ſcorch’d—Whatever you decree, Ye gods! wherever I ſhall be, Mira ſhall ſtill be lov’d, and ſtill ador’d by me.35
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VERSES SENT TO THE AUTHOR IN HIS RETIREMENT.
Written by Mrs. Elizabeth Higgons.
I.
Why, Granville! is thy life to ſhades confin’d? Thou whom the gods deſign’d In public to do credit to mankind? Why ſleeps the noble ardour of thy blood, Which from thy anceſtors ſo many ages paſt,5 From Rollo down to Bevil flow’d, And then appear’d again at laſt In thee, when thy victorious lance Bore the diſputed prize from all the youth of France.
II.
In the firſt trials which are made for fame,10 Thoſe to whom Fate ſucceſs denies, If, taking counſel from their ſhame, They modeſtly retreat, are wiſe: But why ſhould you, who ſtill ſucceed, Whether with graceful art you lead15 The fiery barb, or with as graceful motion tread In ſhining balls, where all agree To give the higheſt praiſe to thee? Such harmony in ev’ry motion ’s found As art could ne’er expreſs by any ſound.20
III.
So lov’d and prais’d, whom all admire, Why, why ſhould you from courts and camps retire? Is Mira is unkind, if it can be That any nymph can be unkind to thee, Is, penſive made by love, you thus retire,25 Awake your Muſe, and ſtring your lyre; Your tender ſong and your melodious ſtrain Can never be addreſs’d in vain; She needs muſt love, and we ſhall have you back again.29
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THE DUCHESS OF —— Unſeaſonably ſurpriſed in the embraces of her Lord.
Faireſt Zelinda! ceaſe to chide or grieve, Nor bluſh at joys that only you can give; Who with bold eyes ſurvey’d thoſe matchleſs charms Is puniſh’d, ſeeing in another’s arms: With greedy looks he views each naked part,5 Joy feeds his eyes, but envy tears his heart. So caught was Mars; and Mercury aloud Proclaim’d his grief that he was not the god:
So to be caught was every god’s deſire; Nor leſs than Venus can Zelinda fire.10 Forgive him then, thou more than heav’nly fair, Forgive his raſhneſs, puniſh’d by deſpair. All that we know which wretched mortals feel In thoſe ſad regions where the tortur’d dwell, Is that they ſee the raptures of the bleſt, And view the joys which they muſt never taſte.16
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MIRA SINGING.
The Syrens, once deluded, vainly charm’d; Ty’d to the maſt Ulyſſes ſail’d unharm’d: Had Mira’s voice entic’d his liſt’ning ear, The Greek had ſtopp’d, and would have dy’d to hear. When Mira ſings we ſeek th’ enchanting ſound,5 And bleſs the notes that do ſo ſweetly wound. What muſic needs muſt dwell upon that tongue Whoſe ſpeech is tuneful as another’s ſong! Such harmony, ſuch wit, a face ſo fair, So many pointed arrows, who can bear?10 Who from her wit or from her beauty flies, Is with her voice ſhe overtakes him dies. Like ſoldiers ſo in battle we ſucceed, One peril ’ſcaping, by another bleed: In vain the dart or glitt’ring ſword we ſhun, Condemn’d to periſh by the ſlaught’ring gun.16
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IMPROMPTU. Written under a picture of the COUNTESS OF SANDWICH DRAWN IN MAN’S HABIT.
When Sandwich in her ſex’s garb we ſee, The queen of Beauty then ſhe ſeems to be; Now fair Adonis in this male-diſguiſe,3 Or little Cupid with his mother’s eyes: No ſtyle of empire chang’d by this remove, Who ſeem’d the goddeſs ſeems the god of Love.6
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WRITTEN UNDER MRS. HARE’S NAME UPON A DRINKING-GLASS.
The gods of Wine, and Wit, and Love, prepare, With cheerful bowls, to celebrate the fair; Love is enjoin’d to name his fav’rite toaſt,3 And Hare ’s the goddeſs that delights him moſt: Phœbus approves, and bids the trumpets ſound, And Bacchus, in a bumper, ſends it round.6
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WRITTEN UNDER THE DUCHESS OF BOLTON’S NAME UPON A DRINKING-GLASS.
Love’s keeneſt darts are radiant Bolton’s care, Which the bright goddeſs poiſons with deſpair; The god of Wine the dire effect foreſees, And ſends the juice that gives the lover eaſe.4