22 JULY 1893, Page 18

POETRY.

THE SECTARY.

A HEAVY hand the bruised reed to break A foot to quench the smoking flax well shod, A bitter zeal, alert and keen to make The breach more wide betwixt mankind and God, A visage stern that bide all stand apart Who dare to worship at a different shrine, A sullen mood, a cold and sluggish heart, Unwarm'd by any pulse of love Divine, A 'tongue in chiding swift, in praising slow, A practised eye his fellows' faults to scan— These are the attributes by which men know