The Parents' Review

A Monthly Magazine of Home-Training and Culture

A Calendar.

JUNE.

1st.

2nd. Garibaldi died 1882. Read Whittier's Poem. Garibaldi.

"In trance and dream of old, God's prophet saw
The casting down of thrones. Thou, watching lone
The hot Sardinian coast-line, hazy-hilled,
Where fringing round Caprera's rocky zone
With foam, the slow waves gather and withdraw,
Behold'st the vision of the seer fulfilled,
And hear'st the sea-winds burdened with a sound
Of falling chains, as, one by one, unbound,
The nations lift their right hands up and swear
Their oath of freedom's bloodless victories!
Rejoice, O Garibaldi! Though thy sword
Failed at Rome's gates, and blood seemed vainly poured,
Where, in Christ's name, the crowned infidel
Of France wrought murder, with the arms of hell
On that sad mountain slope whose ghostly dead,
Unmindful of the grey exorcist's ban
Walk, unappeased, the chambered Vatican,
And draw the curtains of Napoleon's bed!
God's providence is not blind, but, full of eye,
It searches all the refuges of lies:
And in His time and way, the accursed things
Before whose evil feet thy battle-gage
Has clashed defiance from hot youth to age
Shall perish. All men shall be priests and kings--
One royal brotherhood, one church made free
By love, which is the law of liberty."--1869.

3rd.

4th.

5th. St Boniface 755. Add verse to hymn as above.

Now thank we for the noble zeal of blessed Boniface
Whose active life and tragic death, were hallowed by Thy grace:
Who went to Pagan Germany, a solitary man,
Of Christian truth, and civic peace, so bravely led the van.

6th.--8th.

9th.-- Charles Dickens died, 1870. Read--

"I have been very fortunate in worldly matters: many men have worked much harder and not succeeded half so well, but I never could have done what I have done, without the habits of punctuality, order and diligence, without the determination to concentrate myself on one object at a time, no matter how quickly its successor should come upon its heels, which I then formed. Heaven knows I write this in no spirit of self-laudation. The man who reviews his own life, as I do mine, in going on here, from page to page, had need to have been a good man indeed, if he would be spared the sharp consciousness of many talents neglected, many opportunities wasted, many erratic and perverted feeling constantly at war within his breast and defeating him. I do not hold one natural gift, I dare say, that I have not abused. My meaning simply is, that whatever I have tried to do in life, I have tried with all my heart to do well; that whatever I have devoted myself to, I have devoted myself to completely: that in great aims and in small.

10th.

11th.

12th. Rev. Chas. Kingsley born. Read his Alton Locke's song 1848.

"Weep, weep, weep and weep,
For pauper, dolt and slave!
Hark! From wasted moor and fen,
Feverous alley, stifling den,
Swells the wail of Saxon men--
Work! Or the grave!

Down, down, down and down
With idler, knave and tyrant!
Why for sluggards cark and moil?
He that will not live by toil
Has no right on English soil!
God's word our warrant!

Up, up, up and up!
Face your game and play it!
The night is past, behold the sun!
The idols fall, the lie is done!
The Judge is set, the doom begun!
Who shall stay it?"

13th. St Antony of Padua, 1231. Add verse to hymn as above.

Praise we to-day for Padua's saint, benign St, Antony,
Who preached the peace of justice, the peace of liberty!
Who hated cruel tyranny and pleaded for the poor,
And loved all gentle creatures of sea and field and moor.

14th.--16th.

17th. Addison died 1719. Say or sing his hymn.

"The spacious firmament on high," &c.

18th.--21st.

22nd. St. Alban 305. Add verse to hymn as above.

Recall we now St. Alban, concealed a Christian guest,
And would not yield him up to death, at cruel men's behest;
And so he fell courageously, refusing to betray,
And as our proto-martyr. We think of him to-day.

23rd.

24th. St. John Baptist's Day. Collect S. See printed hymn. Mrs Browning died. Read from her drama of Exile. Address to Eve.

"Rise, woman, rise
To thy peculiar and best altitudes
Of enduring good and of enduring ill,
Of comforting for ill, and teaching good,
And reconciling all that ill and good
Unto the patience of a constant hope--
Rise with thy daughters! If sin came by thee
And by sin, death-- the ransom-- righteousness
The heavenly life and compensative rest
Shall come by mean of thee. If woe by thee
Had issues to the world, thou shalt go forth
An angel of the woe thou didst achieve,
Found acceptable to the world instead
Of others of that name, of whose bright steps
Thy deed stripped bare the hills. Be satisfied;
Something thou hast to bear through womanhood,
Peculiar suffering answering to the sin--
Some pang paid down for each new human life,
Some weariness in guarding such a life,
Some coldness from the guarded, some mistrust
From those thou hast too well served, from those beloved
Too loyally some treason; feebleness
Within thy heart, and cruelty without,
And pressures of an alien tyranny
With its dynastic reasons of larger bones
And stronger sinews. But, go to, thy love
Shall chant itself its own beatitudes
After its own life-working. A child's kiss
Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad;
A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich.
A sick man helped by thee shall make thee strong;
Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense
Of service which thou renderest. Such a crown
I set upon thy head; Christ witnessing
With looks of prompting love."

30th.

Typed by Anne, Jan. 2025