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A Fisherman and a Woman Beside a Shore

"A Fisherman and a Woman Beside a Shore"

Oil on Canvas - c. 1900

Fredrick Millard


HE dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and oh,
The difference to me!

--William Wordsworth, "Lucy II"

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The Journey of the Magi

        Journey of the Magi
Oil on Canvas, 1894
James Tissot 

       "And this was the Savior they had come so far to find!

       Yet they worshipped without a doubt.


       Their faith rested upon the signs sent them by him whom we have since come to know as the Father; and they were of the kind to whom his promises were so all-sufficient that they asked nothing about his ways. Few there were who had seen the signs and heard the promises--the Mother and Joseph, the shepherds, and the Three--yet they all believed alike; that is to say, in this period of the plan of salvation, God was all and the Child nothing. But look forward, O reader! A time will come when the signs will all proceed from the Son. Happy they who then believe in him!

          Let us wait that period."

--Lew Wallace, Ben-Hur: a Tale of the Christ


Edinburgh Castle and the Nor' Loch

Edinburgh Castle and the Nor' Loch
c. 1780
Alexander Nasmyth 


"God gave us the Saviour-a perfect Saviour- but a Saviour with nothing fixed, nothing final, nothing static about His perfection. The more we have tasted of His grace, the more grace there seems to be awaiting us. As, with the passing of the years, I catch vaster visions of the grace available to me, I feel as Robin Fordyce fest in Edinburgh. Ian Hay has told Robin's story in The Right Stuff. Robin's superb adventure came when he left the tiny village in which all his days had been spent and went up to Edinburgh to sit for an examination for a bursary. As the great day drew near, his father and mother loaded him with sage counsel. 'Always say "Sir" to the professors!' urged his father. 'And always wear a clean collar!' pleaded his mother. 

Robin's first impressions of Edinburgh were disappointing. The city was not so extensive as he had imagined. Moreover, it was roofed in. This, he thought, would make it comfortable on wet days, but it imparted a distinct sense of stuffiness to the atmosphere. He was suprised, too, that railways trains were allowed to run about all over the city. He could scarcely walk fifty yards with coming upon a railway train. And the shops! They were certainly bigger and more elaborate than the shops of the village; but they were not at all as he had pictured them; and there seemed to be no shops but tobacco shoups, news shops, confectionery shops, and the like.

All at once, Robin glimpsed a flight of steps, It then flashed upon him that there might be a second story. He resolved to investigate. He climbed the stairs, and all at once, the Castle, Calton Hill, and all the glories of Edinburgh broke breathlessly upon him. Until that moment he had only been poking about the station!

'Why, there's more of it!' he cried, as he looked this way and that way in speechless admiration."

From the essay "He Added No More!" in F.W. Boreham's Boulevards of Paradise


The Poets

The Poets
Oil on Canvas, 1919
Georgios Roilos 

         “Dorothea's faith supplied all that Mr. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text, whether of prophet or of poet, expands for whatever we can put into it, and even his bad grammar is sublime.”

--George Elliot (Mary Anne Evans), Middlemarch


Campagne de France

Campaign of France
1864, Oil on Canvas
Jean-Louis-Ernest Meissonier

"God and the soldier
All men adore
In time of trouble,
And no more;
For when war is over
And all things righted,
God is neglected -
The old soldier slighted."


--Written on a sentry box at Prince Edward's Gate, Gibralter