And forms more bright than diamond diadems.

III.

Hush'd in a calm beyond mine utterance,
See in the western sky the evening spread;
Suspended in its pale, serene expanse,
Like scatter'd flames, the glowing cloudlets red.
Clear are those clouds; and that pure sky's profound,
Transparent as a lake of hyaline;
Nor motion, nor the faintest breath of sound,
Disturbs the steadfast beauty of the scene.
Far o'er the vault, the winnow'd welkin wide,
From the bronzed east unto the whiten'd west,
Moor'd, seem, in their sweet, tranquil, roseate pride,
Those clouds the fabled islands of the blest;--
The lands where pious spirits breathe in joy,
And love and worship all their hours employ.

LXXII. DOCTOR ARNOLD AT RUGBY.

ARTHUR PENRHYN STANLEY.--1815-1880.

With his usual and undoubting confidence in what he believed to be a
general law of Providence, he based his whole management of the school
on his early-formed and yearly-increasing conviction that what he had to
look for, both intellectually and morally, was not performance but
promise; that the very freedom and independence of school life, which in
itself he thought so dangerous, might be made the best preparation for
Christian manhood; and he did not hesitate to apply to his scholars the
principle which seemed to him to have been adopted in the training of
the childhood of the human race itself. He shrunk from pressing on the
conscience of boys rules of action which he felt they were not yet able
to bear, and from enforcing actions which, though right in themselves,
would in boys be performed from wrong motives. Keenly as he felt the
risk and fatal consequences of the failure of this trial, still it was
his great, sometimes his only support to believe that "the character is
braced amid such scenes to a greater beauty and firmness than it ever
can attain without enduring and witnessing them. Our work here would be
absolutely unendurable if we did not bear in mind that we should look
forward as well as backward--if we did not remember that the victory of
fallen man lies not in innocence but in tried virtue." "I hold fast," he
said, "to the great truth, that 'blessed is he that overcometh;'" and he
writes in 1837: "Of all the painful things connected with my employment,
nothing is equal to the grief of seeing a boy come to school innocent
and promising, and tracing the corruption of his character from the