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# Letters of John Huss Written During His Exile and Imprisonment/Letter 12, To the Hearers of the Word of God at Prague

LETTER XII.
TO THE SAME.
[He celebrates the joys and blessings of our Lord's birth-day.]
My very dear brethren, Although I am separated from you in body, not being perhaps worthy to preach to you any longer the word of God, nevertheless, the love with which I yearn towards you constrains me to approach and address you in a few words. This is the day, dearly ​beloved, on which the angel of the Lord said to the shepherds—“Behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.” And immediately, a multitude of the heavenly host were heard to cry out,—“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.”
Knowing that, dearly-beloved, rejoice; for, this day a Child is born of inestimable price, a man-God, in order that glory may be to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good-will toward men. Rejoice; for, this day is born for us a Mediator, that man may be reconciled with God, and that this peace may be spread over the earth. Rejoice; for, to us is born a Physician, to make sinners pure from sin, to deliver them from the power of Satan, to redeem them from eternal damnation, to impart to all a heavenly joy, that glory may be to God on high, and on earth peace, good-will toward men. Rejoice; for, to us is born a King, to fill us with joy; a High Priest, to pour on believers the Divine blessing; a Father, to adopt us as his children for all eternity. To us is born a well-beloved Brother, a Master in every kind of knowledge, a veritable Chief, a Judge of most perfect equity, that glory may be to God on high, and on earth peace, good-will toward men. Rejoice, sinners, for He who is born is the Son of God, the High Priest who absolves all that repent, in order that glory may be to God on high, and on earth peace, good-will toward men. Rejoice, for this day the ​holy bread, that is to say, God has made himself food for men, in order to satisfy, with His body, all that hunger. Rejoice; for, this day is born the Redeemer of the world, the Saviour of sinners. Rejoice; for, this day an immortal God is born, in order that mortal man may live for ever. Rejoice, for the Lord of the universe lay poor in a stable, in order that our poverty might be changed into riches. Rejoice, dearly-beloved, that the predictions of the prophets and of the saints have been fulfilled. Rejoice, for the omnipotent Father and the Son, abounding in wisdom and grace, are given to us, that glory may be to God on high, and on earth peace, good-will toward men. Rejoice, then, dearly-beloved, for the angel said—“Behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy.” And what was that joy? That a Saviour was born who would deliver us from all our miseries, and free us from sin. The Son of God is given us, that great joy may be with us, and glory to God on high, and on earth peace, good-will toward men. Let us endeavour to insure that this Infant which is born to us may accord us that good-will, that peace, and that joy, which lasts for ever and ever. Amen.
# Letters of John Huss Written During His Exile and Imprisonment/Letter 11, To the believers in Prague

LETTER XI.
TO THE BELIEVERS IN PRAGUE.
May God be with you; so that, in wrestling against Satan and the world, you may persevere to the end. I ​conjure you, well-beloved, from the prison which I inhabit, to pray to God for me, who do not blush to bear affliction for him: pray that he may assist me; for all my life lies in him, and your prayers. Beseech him, therefore, to grant his Spirit unto me, that I may confess his name, even unto death. I cling to his mercy and truth; and if at this time he deign to receive me, let his holy will be done! But if it be his will I should live and be restored to you, let his holy will again be blessed. I shall be in need of his Divine assistance, although I am assured that he will not permit me to be tried beyond my strength, and exposed to a peril that will not ensure my salvation and yours; for the end of temptation, should we hold fast in the truth, is to effect our salvation. Know, dearly-beloved, that the letters I have left you, have been translated by my adversaries, who have added to them many falsehoods. They write so many articles and lies against me, that I have enough to do to answer them from my prison. Their malice equals their fury. Jesus Christ, our merciful Lord, has said to them whom he loved, “I will give you a mouth and wisdom, which all your adversaries shall not be able to gainsay nor resist.” Remember, beloved, that I have never had anything more at heart from the beginning than your salvation; it is in his name that I have taught you the Word of God, and I shall never cease doing so, even ​from the bottom of my prison. I do not doubt but that you will make some mention of me.
[Written on the eve before St Fabin’s day.]
# Letters of John Huss Written During His Exile and Imprisonment/Letter 13, To John of Chlum

LETTER XIII.
TO THE SAME.
Noble and good Seignior, I have great consolation experienced, and I implore you in the name of God not to ​lose patience in taking so much trouble about me for so long a time; the God of truth and of justice will reward you for it.
The Commissioners during several days wished to confide my affair to twelve or thirteen head lawyers. I refused to consent to it. But, after having written my answers to the forty-five articles of Wycliffe, as well as to those of my own, which are alleged against me, I wrote with my own hand a protest, by which I declared that I wished to appear before the whole Council, and there up hold my faith. In it will be seen the articles which have been falsely extracted from my treatise on The Church, being added to and taken from, as well as the answer which I wrote in prison, without the assistance of any book.
I have never in my life found in my misfortune a more cruel comforter than Paletz.
All the clerks of the Pope’s chamber, as well as my keepers, treat me with great attention. The Lord delivered Jonas from the belly of the whale; Daniel from the lion’s den; the three young men from the fiery furnace: and Susanna from the sentence of false witnesses; he can also deliver me, if it should promote his glory and the preaching of his word; if, on the contrary, my death is agreeable to the Lord, let God’s name be blessed. If, at least, I was permitted to see only once the Emperor with our Bohemians, I should be consoled in my affliction.
I rejoiced in the news which I have received; truly ​the Lord has comforted me. I was happy to hear of the Seignior Henry Snopek being in good health. I wish to have a Bible sent me. Do not grieve on my account. I conjure you to treat well this faithful friend, to whom I am under particular obligations.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 134/Issue 1730/Spring is here

* II. — SPRING IS HERE.
* Exultant in the grey, uncertain light,
* Out of a dream the bird-voice seemed to break,
* As if it rang from woods and fields of home,
* Proclaiming, "Spring is here. Awake! awake!"
* No mateless wanderer, I said, would roam
* So far from sheltering copse and meadows bright,
* Some prisoned thrush is trying thus to drown
* Memories of love and spring that haunt him yet.
* O restless songster! crying to be free,
* Dost thou remember love and liberty —
* And I forget?
* I know where gold lent-lilies wave afield,
* Where April keeps her white ungathered store
* Of violets, where the trembling cuckoo-flowers
* Fringe the brown roots of budding sycamore;
* Green nooks where birds between the spring-tide showers
* Make passionate music; where old pastures yield
* Their cowslip bells to little children's hands:
* Ah, weary bird! these are but shadow lands.
* Then the dawn showed me where, unfaltering,
* A thrush unfettered on a blackened tree
* Thrilled these wild strains of love and ecstasy
* In praise of spring.
* Good Words.C. Brooke
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 134/Issue 1730/The Right Hon. Sir George Mellish

* THE RIGHT HON. SIR GEORGE MELLISH,
* LORD JUSTICE OF APPEAL.
* Born 1814. Died, June 15, 1877.
* From his youth up a martyr on the rack
* Of unearned suffering that most wills had tamed,
* And turned a nature less heroic back
* From strenuous effort, pitied and unblamed.
* But, quenching sense in spirit, he so strove,
* That early manhood found him early wise,
* A sage in whom, as pain o'ercame not love,
* Strong soul weak body bore on high emprize.
* Till on the judgment-seat, as on the way
* That led up to its honors, he was seen,
* Bearing the heat and burden of his day,
* Of soul unruffled, patient, and serene;
* With a sweet sadness putting pain aside,
* To bend his ripened judgment to the cause,
* And turn the clear light of his mind to guide
* His brethren through our labyrinthine laws.
* When men, in after times, would have held up
* The glass of all that a great judge should be,
* The face of Mellish, with his bitter cup
* Beside him, let the Bar of England see!
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 134/Issue 1731/Lenachluten

* LENACHLUTEN.
* A WATERFALL IN ARGYLESHIRE.
* 'Mong crags where the purple heather grows,
* 'Mid rocks where blooms the mountain rose,
* Onward the river calmly flows
* To Lenachluten.
* The waters dash on the rocks beneath
* In a mad wild rush, they surge and seethe,
* While dancing spray with a snowy wreath
* Crowns Lenachluten.
* Thus ever the stream of life flows on,
* With faces happy and faces wan,
* A moment here on this earth, then gone,
* Like Lenachluten.
* Some lives pass on like a peaceful dream;
* Untouched by sorrow or care, they seem
* To glide as the river whose waters stream
* Towards Lenachluten.
* Others career on their restless way;
* Whate'er betide, they are ever gay,
* As gleams the sparkling sunlit spray
* On Lenachluten.
* Some lives with folly and sin are fraught;
* They dim earth's beauty with stain and spot,
* As surges the scum, an ugly blot
* On Lenachluten.
* And now and again a genius bright
* Dazzles the earth with his spirit's rlieht,
* As shimmers the rainbow's tinted light
* O'er Lenachluten.
* Chambers' Journal.H. K. W.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 134/Issue 1730/June

* JUNE.
* An English wife, whose passage o'er the line
* That severs maid from matron leaves its trace
* In wiser innocence and chastened grace;
* With queenly eyes, love loyal, frank, benign,
* That warm, unheating, and unglittering shine;
* A touch of cool bright color on her face,
* A shape that curves part hide and part define, —
* Figures our June, the summer's resting-place.
* Promise is perfected, without excess;
* The leaf fulfilled, the flower not overblown,
* The beams of noontide in this kindly zone
* Bless, and burn not; half-tints of pink and pearl
* Shimmer from wild-rose cluster, woodbine whorl;
* The wavy woods are dim for leafiness.
* Spectator.H. G. Hewlett
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 134/Issue 1731/A City Weed

* A CITY WEED.
* I passed a graveyard in a London street,
* Where 'stead of songs of birds, the hoarse sad cries
* Of wretched men echoed from morn to night.
* Locked were its gates, and rows of iron bars
* Fenced in God's acre from tired wanderers' feet.
* All broken lay the slabs which love had raised;
* But on a mound where fell a patch of light,
* A bindweed grew; and on its flowers, with eyes
* O'erflowing with a wintry rain of tears,
* A pale-faced, miserable woman gazed,
* Heart-srck with longings for the nevermore,
* And faint with memories of bygone years:
* A breezy common with a heaven of stars,
* And lovers parting at a cottage door.
* Chambers' Journal.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 134/Issue 1730/Outward Bound

* VARIATIONS.
* I. — OUTWARD BOUND.
* Floating, floating, from dawn to dusk,
* Till the pearly twilight dies,
* And the mists float up from the sapphire sea
* And cloud all the sapphire skies.
* Floating, floating, while golden stars
* Seem to float in a sea overhead,
* And starry lights from a sea below
* Glow orange, and purple, and red;
* Till we seem floating out from the sea of life,
* The tempests of passion, the storm-winds of strife —
* Out into strange, mysterious space,
* Till God shall find us a landing-place.
* Drifting, drifting, to lands unknown,
* From a world of love and care,
* Drifting away to a home untried
* And a heart that is waiting there.
* O ship, sail, swiftly! O waters deep,
* Bear me safe to that haven unknown,
* Safe to the tender love that waits
* To be forever my own!
* Till we drift away from the sea of life,
* The tempests of passion, the storm-winds of strife,
* Out to a haven, out to a shore
* Where life is love for evermore.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 134/Issue 1731

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.
| Fifth Series, Volume XIX. | $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,$ | No. 1731. — August 18, 1877. | $\scriptstyle {\left\{{\begin{matrix}\ \end{matrix}}\right.}$ | From Beginning Vol. CXXXIV. |
CONTENTS. :
| I. | The First Lord Abinger and the Bar, | Quarterly Review, | 387 |
| II. | The Duke's Piper: A Story of the West Highlands, | Chambers' Journal, | 411 |
| III. | A Princess's Moonlight Flitting, | Temple Bar, | 425 |
| IV. | An Apology for Idlers, | Cornhill Magazine, | 433 |
| V. | A Peculiar Holiday, | Fraser's Magazine, | 437 |
| VI. | Lux in Tenebris, | Spectator, | 444 |
| VII. | Ancient Modes of Embalming the Dead, | Sunday at Home, | 447 |
| VIII. | Distances of the Stars, | Popular Science Review, | 448 |
POETRY. :
| The Melancholy Ocean, | 386 | A City Weed, | 386 |
| Lenachluten, | 386 | Sleep, | 386 |
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 169/Issue 2190/A Lyric from the German

Originally published in Spectator.
My heart, my thought revealing,  Say, how can Love be known?
"Love is two souls-one feeling:  Two hearts-one pulse alone."
Then tell me how Love grew, heart?  "She comes - and is in man."
How can Love leave the true heart?  "She is not Love - that can."
And when is Love the purest?  "Where Self no place can fill."
Where her foundations surest?  "When they are very still."
When are Love's riches greatest?  "When her gifts freest prove."
What language is Love's latest?  "She has none. She is Love."
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 169/Issue 2189/An Oriental Tribute on the Opening of the Indian and Colonial Exhibition by the Queen

Originally published in Academy.
(Literally translated from the Arabic of Habib Anthony Salmoné.)
Is it Paradise I gaze on? do the Garden's gates unfold? Brothers I tell me, am I dreaming? are these visions I behold?
All the lands of one dominion into one rejoicing brought In this palace of their pleasure. Such a marvel what hash wrought?
Yea! I know! I see the truth now! Seeking light the sun arose, My blind eves irradiating: midst her realm Victoria goes;
Of the West supreme Sultana she hath bid the South, and North, She hash bid the East attend her, bringing all their treasures forth;
Verily, she wears the signet worn by Suleiman of old, Gifted with those magic letters carved upon the stone in gold.
And this brings her all she asks for: as unto that King of Kings; What, forsooth, should be denied her of the whole world's precious things?
For the blue sea is thy sapphire, and the golden stars do write Allah's name upon its surface with their rays of magic might;
And its wide tides wash to Britain all the riches of the main, Flowing in with ships of treasure, ebbing out with ships again.
Like winged birds they skim the ocean, messengers thy children send Out of all the British nations unto thee, their Queen and Friend.
'Tis a world, a whole vast people, gathering joyfully to-day, All their hearts in one heart blended thus their reverence to pay.
East and West with one love blended bless thee Queen in unity; Allah, Lord of Lords I vouchsafe us long such brotherhood to see!
Then what enemy shall daunt us? who shall do Britannia wrong? In such majesty united, in such mighty kinship strong.
Lo! thine Empire clusters round thee, all its richest, and its best! Peace and happiness be with thee; this thine East prays, as thy West.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 169/Issue 2189/The Skylark

Originally published in Spectator.
Enskied in cloudless calm this fresh May morn, High up in soaring ecstasy the lark, A quivering speck of pulsing melody, Brims all the azure vault with rapturous trills. Thick-warbled coruscation., of sweet sound, And pours his little being into song As if the summer day were still too short For all he has to sing. Now, upward yet, With joyous bounds, he mounts and mounts on wings Of reckless freedom, till height dims his notes To muffled softness, and the dazzling blue Absorbs his form in light, like some rapt spirit Which Heaven hides from earth. In praise to God, Who made this world so fair, his life so glad, His Jubilate rings. First treble, he Leads up the many-voiced choir of earth, Where spreads the sapphire semblance of the Throne, With psalm invitatory of cheerful lauds, - "O come before his presence with a song." So Love's full heart upon a morn like this, Impatiant of low flights and tardy strains, Seeks larger utterance than mere words can give And flings tumultuous song far into heaven.

## Notes

* ↑ Ezekiel, i. 26.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 169/Issue 2189/When First the Willows' Budding Spray

Madison, Wis.
When first the willows' budding spray  Showed silver plumelets by the river, When first the nesting birds were gay  With painted breasts and throats aquiver, Along the pleasant paths they strayed,  So happy in the primrose weather, The one a youth, the one a maid,  They walked the willow walk together. He pointed to a little bird  That worked and sang, its fond nest rearing, He whispered softly and she heard  The song no more, him only hearing. I know naught else - they wandered on  Far down the willows' wicker alley. More tenderly the May sun shone,  And smiled the verdant river valley. I watched till, in the winding lane  With infant leafage shyly shaded, The idyl of the whispering swain  And listening maiden gently faded. The thrush, full-throated, caroled fast,  I felt its spell yet did not hear it; It seemed as though the springtide passed  Before me its embodied spirit. And youth's first sweetness came again,  Mine own and all in song or story; We share life with our fellow-men,  Their grief o pain, their love our glory.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 169/Issue 2191/From Corydon: when April is Drawing to a Close

Originally published in Temple Bar.
Sturdy March has long gone by,  First-born she of merry Spring,  April now is taking wing, After March away to fly.  Though long since a-dying lay All the snowdrops that March bore,  Though with April fades away Every violet she wore,  Ladies, sigh not. When such die  'Tis but proof that May is nigh.
Of fair flowers a lordly share  May unto herself has taken.  Columbines, which maids forsaken Ever in their garlands wear,  Cowslips — jocund flowers with which Meadows scatter fragrant gold —  Lilac in sweet odors rich, Tulips gorgeous to behold;  Lilies, for our Lady's sake,  White as snow, May's posies make.
Then let March and April go,  Nor let gentle ladies sigh:  Though their blossoms fade and die, Others will as dainty show.  When the coming May has flown, With the darlings of the Spring,  Flowers as fair as yet have blown Lusty June shall surely bring.  Ladies, grieve not then, nor sigh,  Though your Spring speeds swiftly by.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 169/Issue 2190/Cain and Abel

Originally published in Academy. [So much of the conduct of the story in the following sonnets as is not to be found in Genesis is contained implicitly in Mr. Watts's three studies, or made explicit in the words by which he described them. To him belongs the conception of the nature of the mark set upon Cain - the smoky cloud of secrecy and self-hood which cuts him off, while it preserved him from punishment at the hands of his fellows; the silence and aloofness which fell upon his protected life, reached by "no child's laughter and by no bird's song;" and last and chiefest, the return of Cain to Abel's altar, a token of repentance followed by the sudden rending away of the cloud.]
Three Sonnets suggested by Three Designs by G. F. Watts, R.A.
 I.  CAIN AND ABEL
Thou, the young world's first dead, unwept shall be  Through storied time, pure spirit, called to rise  With the first flame of thy first sacrifice –
Thy door of life so forced but set thee free;
All pity be reserved, dark Cain, for thee,  Delving the earth and drawing thence thy prize,  Then withering in God's unregarding eyes
To see the fruit of lifeless husbandry.
For straight within thy stubborn heart of man  The beast unsacrificed to God, found place –
And brute unbrotherly instincts overran  Thee wholly, making strange thy human face
Before the angel came to brand, not ban,  But hide thee in a hell of saving grace.
 II.  OUTCAST CAIN.
No death by brother's hand to us shows dire
 As this thy life, cut off from man and God –
 From brother's vengeance and from father's rod - The cloud about thee closing ever nigher,
No wrath to scourge, no love tore-inspire,  Naught felt but under foot the senseless clod,  Naught hoped but what might spring from out the sod, Naught seen but smoke of hell's averted fire.
Thus safe in lone invisibility Thou, wandering o'er the earth from sea to sea,  Must bear the curse of life and blinding hate; No gush of joy, no cry of mortal pain, No plaint of love or song of bird, dark Cain,
 Makes thy dull harp of life reverberate.
 III.  CAIN REPENTANT. (See the picture now at the Royal Academy.)
Black to the heart and calcined to the bone,  With love that desolates and fills no sphere,  The barren love that holds the sole self dear,
Which makes the hell wherein it reigns alone;
So wanders Cain till self to self is grown,  A spectre which, in flying, he falls sheer -  Bowed to God's all-consuming breath – a mere Dumb sacrifice on Abel's altar-stone.
Then lo, the cloud that darkened all his day  And hid the watchful angel of God's love, The angel's stormy hand has rent away;  Pure light of life beats on him from above, Cool tears of dawn make soft his hardened clay,  And heal the frenzied heart God's lightnings rove.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 169/Issue 2190/Monster Sea Turtle in Kansas

Originally published in St. Nicholas.
The discoverer of a gigantic extinct sea turtle found near Fort Wallace, in western Kansas, first observed the large bony shields projecting from a bluff near Butte Creek. They were carefully taken out and brought to Philadelphia, where the restoration was made. The fore flippers alone were nearly five feet long, while its expanse from the tip of one extended flipper to another was about seventeen feet. The question may arise, How did the sea turtle become buried in a bluff in the State of Kansas? A natural supposition would be that Kansas is the bed of a former ocean, and so it is. Ages ago, in what is called by geologists the Cretaceous Period, that part of the world was the bed of a great sea, in which the great turtle swain, together with other monsters of curious shape and appearance. Gradually the crust of the earth was raised, the water felt back or became enclosed, and left the inhabitants of the crustaceous sea high and dry, to be covered by the earth and preserved for us to study ages afterward. The shores of this ancient ocean are easily found and followed by geologists. Its extent has been traced on our western plains by the bleaching and disintegrating remains that have been found upon and beneath the surface.
# Littell's Living Age/Volume 169/Issue 2188/To the Liberator

Originally published in Temple Bar.
How wilt thou come to tell me I may go? Athwart acacia-bloom? Across the snow? Wilt come when slip the swallows to their eaves? Or will thy step draw nigh on russet leaves?
Chilled to the heart, I sigh that aught should stay The feet I listen for by night, by day: Thrilled to the soul, I cry, "This hour, this year, Must bring thee nearer, and may bring thee near!"
Life is not life and love scarce love may be, Before from pain and stain by thee made free: Whom thou hast healed, with him all things are well, O mightiest, tenderest angel — Azraël!
Timed by God's dial shall thy shadow fall On each incarnate spirit's prison wall — Thy long kiss hush all moan — thy strong hand press Back the last bar that holdeth in durèss.