The Argosy — page 153: what you’re looking at

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On the Wye.’ 14! Bidding farewell to Worcester and its attractions, after lunch, we reached Hereford in time for afternoon service. In vain I endeavoured not to draw comparisons between the two cathedrals. An hour spent with a friend, and we were off again on the final stage of our journey— Ludlow. We had a long and exquisite drive home from Ludlow in the cool of the evening, As we tured in at old Charlotte’s lodge gates, and came in sight of the grand old Court, we acknowledged that since our depar- ture we had seen nothing finer or more perfect of its kind. It was, after all, without regret that we found ourselves at rest. Much had been seen in a very few days; much of such marvellous beauty that it now appeared as a dream. Time was required to live over again and digest it. All who have seen this portion of the Wye well know that no description can possibly come up to the reality. Those who have not will thank us—not for pointing out to them beauties that are household words amongst us—but for inducing them, it may be, to go and do likewise: to become acquainted ‘themselves with a spot that, in its own way, is scarcely to be surpassed in the world. CHARLES W. Woop. PORT LORS IT “THY WILL, NOT MINE, BE DONE.” On! not when we are weary ; Oh ! not when we are sad ; Oh ! not when we are downcast, May that sweet rest be had. But when the Lord sees best, When Jesus bids us come, Then shall we find our perfect rest— In that, our heavenly home. Not when our earthly trial Seems more than we can bear ; Not when our heart is fainting In unbelieving fear ; Not then—oh, no, not then ! Times are not ordered thus ; A wisdom far beyond our ken Ts planning all for us. Not when our heart is sickening With hope so long deferred ; Oh ! not in that sad hour May our request be heard : What though the way seem dark And hope to ring its knell ?— God’s ways are not as ours, He doeth all things well. We may not be impatient— We may not long to go, For He hath labour for us, That we must do below ; A fight that must be fought, A course that must be run, To bring Him captive every thought Ere He will say, Well done! We need not faint or tire At the trials of a day ; We have His great example To cheer us on our way. And oh! ’twill not be long ; The victory will be won ; In our great Captain we are strong— The fight will soon be done. We need not look before us, At the troubles that may come ; It may be ere they reach us, We shall be safe at home. But let it not concern us; The Lord God knoweth best. His hand will guide us to Him, And we shall rest—shall, rest} comicbooks.contT