As they sailed he fell asleep: and there came down a storm of wind on the lake; and they were filled with water, and were in jeopardy. And they came to him, and awoke him, saying, Master, master, we perish! Then he arose, and rebuked the wind and the raging of the water: and they ceased, and there was a _calm_.--Luke, viii. 23, 24. Be _calm_ in arguing--for fierceness makes Error a fault, and truth discourtesy. Why should I feel another man’s mistakes, More than his sicknesses or poverty? In love I should, but anger is not love, Nor wisdom neither: therefore gently move. _Calmness_ is great advantage--he that lets Another chafe, may warm him at his fire, Mark all his wanderings, and enjoy his frets, As cunning fencers suffer heat to tire. Truth dwells not in the clouds: the bow that’s there Doth often aim at, never hit the sphere. _Herbert._ There is a _calm_ the poor in spirit know, That softens sorrow, and that sweetens woe; There is a peace that dwells within the breast, When all without is stormy and distrest; There is a light that gilds the darkest hour, When dangers thicken, and when tempests lower; That _calm_ is faith, and hope and love is given; That peace remains when all beside is riven, That light shines down to man direct from heaven. _James Edmeston._ The roaring tumult of the billowed sea Awakes him not: high on the crested surge, Now heaved, his locks flowed streaming to the blast: And now descending, ’tween the sheltering waves, The falling tresses veil the face divine: Meek through that veil, a momentary gleam, Benignant shines; he dreams that he beholds The opening eyes,--that hopeless long had rolled In darkness,--look around bedimmed with tears Of joy; but suddenly the voice of fear Dispelled the happy vision. Awful he rose, Rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, “Peace, be thou still!” and straight there was a _calm_. With terror-mingled gladness in their looks, The mariners exclaim--“What man is this, That even the wind and sea obey his voice?” _Grahame._