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RELIGION naturally tends to all that is great, worthy, friendly, generous, and noble; and the true fpirit of it, not only composes, but cheers the foul. Though it banishes all levity of behaviour, all vicious and diffolute mirth, yet in exchange, it filis the mind with a perpetual ferenity, and uninterrupted pleasure. The contemplation of divine mercy and power, and the exercise of virtue, are in their own nature so far from excluding all gladness of heart, that they are the principal and constant sources of it. TEACH me, what all believe, but few poffefs,

That life's best science is ourselves to know; The first of human bleflings is to bless,

And happiest he who feels another's woe. Thus cheaply wise, and innocently great,

While time's smooth fand shall regularly pass, Each destin'd atom's quiet course I'll wait,

Nor rafhly break, nor wish to stop the glass. And when in death my peaceful ashes lie,

If e'er some tongue congenial speaks my name, Friendship shall never blush to breathe a figh,

And great ones envy such an honest fame.

HE that cansay to himself, “ I do as much good, and am as virtuous, as my moft earnest endeavours will al. low me,” whatever is his station in the world, is as to himself pofleffed of the highest honour. If ambition is not thus turned, it is no other than a continual succes. fion of anxiety and vexation. But when it has this cast, it invigorates the mind; and the consciousness of its own worth is a reward, which it is not in the power of envy, detraction, or reproach, to take from it. Thus the seat of folid honour is in a man's own bosom ; and no one can want support, who is in possession of an honest conscience, but he who would suffer the reproaches of it for other greatness.

THERE are some men, in whom a deficiency of sense or wit gives no pain ; there are some, in whom abundance of both gives no pleasure.


The following lines are taken from a description of

Hawkstone, an elegant seat in Shropshire. The author of that description tells us, they were composed by the owner of the above-mentioned feat, when he was contemplating the astonishing scenes around him in his own park, where the verses are to be seen in a natural cavern of a vast rock, from the top of which

you command a very diversified and romantic prospect. WHILST all thy glories, O my God!

Thro' the creation shine,
Whilft rocks and hills, and fertile vales,

Proclaim the hand divine ;
O! may I view, with humble heart,

The wonders of thy pow'r,
Display'd alike in wilder scenes,

As in each blade and flow'r.
But whilft I taste thy blessings, Lord !

And fip the streams below,
O may my soul be led to thee,

From whom all blessings flow. And, if fuch footfteps of thy love,

Thro' this loft world we trace, How far transcendent are thy works

Throughout the world of grace ! Just as before yon noon-tide fun,

The brightest stars are small ; So earthly comforts are but fnares, 'Till

grace has crown'd them all.

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Epitaph on a Country Clergyman.

STILL, like his Saviour, known by breaking bread, The rich he entertain'd, the needy fed. Of humour easy, and of life unblam'd, The friend delighted, while the prielt reclaim'd. The friend, the father, and the husband gone, The priest till lives in the recording stone, Where pious eyes may read his praises o'er,i And learn each grace his pulpit taught before.


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THE bent and inclination of a virtuous man is towards filence, as much as possible, because the principal light and knowledge of this life, confifts in being thoroughly acquainted with the depth and greatness of his own ignorance. So that those who make great progress in human sciences, for the most part become peremptory and decisive. On the contrary, the proficients in the science of God become more reserved, more inclined to filence, less addicted to their own sense, and less venturesome to judge of others; because they discover more and more how uncertain and obscure our know. ledge is, how much we often deceive ourselves in the things we think we know beft, how many faults and errors we run into by hafte and precipitation in judging, and what disorders are often caused by rash judgments and advices.

Inscription for an Hermitage.

FOND man, retire to this lone cell,
And bid the busy world farewell ;
Ah! quit the city's noify scene,
For pleasures tranquil and serene;
Seek in this calm, this sweet recess,
The rose lip'd cherub, happiness,
That haunts the hermit's moffy floor,
And simple peasant's rural door.
How pleasant is yon oak's brown shade,
The spreading beach, the adjacent glade ;
The crystal freams, that smoothly glide ;
The warbling thrush, at even tide ?
Fond man, here sweetly thou may'st spend
Thy fleeting days, nor fear thy end;
Stealing thro' life, as thro’ the plain,
Yon rill flows filent to the main.
Here (when in russet vest the morn
Walks o'er the mountain or the lawn);
Thy early orisons begin,
And live fecure from woe and fin.


Here too, at ev'ning's sober hour,
Adore the great Almighty pow'r ;
The Sovereign Ruler of the skies,
For ever just, and good, and wise.

PATIENCE will wipe away the streaming tear,
And hope will paint the pallid cheek of fear :
Content will always happiness supply,
And virtue calls a blessing from on high.

WHEN any body's misbehaviour disturbs you, dismiss the image of the injury, and bethink yourself whether you have not been guilty of the fame fault. Such refleáion is the shortest and most certain way of becoming truly wise and truly pious.

NO trees bear fruit in autumn, unless they blossom in the spring. To the end that our age may be profitable, and laden with ripe fruit, let all endeavour, that our youth may be studious, and flowered with the blossoms of learning and observation.

WE may judge of men by their conversation towards God, but never by God's dispensations towards them.

To learn to accommodate our taste to that portion of happiness, which providence has' set before us, is of all the lessons of philosophy, surely the most necessary. High and exquisite gratifications are not consistent with the appointed measures of humanity; and perhaps if we would fully enjoy the relish of our being, we should rather consider the miseries we escape, than too nicely examine the intrinsic worth of the happiness we pofless.

WHEN a man is in company with his betters, it is as much more adviseable to hear, than to speak, as it is better to reap, than to sow.

HE is the richest man, who desires no superfluity, and wants for no necessary.

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RESTLESS mortals toil for nought :
Bliss in vain from earth is fought;
Bliss, a native of the sky,
Never wanders. Mortals try ;
There you cannot seek in vain,
For to seek her is to gain.

COME gentle age! to me thou dost appear
No cruel object of regret or fear ;
Thy stealing step I unreluctant see,
Nor would avoid, or wish to fly from thee.

OTHERS good turns to thee be sure to tell,
But nothing say, when thou thyself dost well.

SOME have pleased themselves with the thought, ?" That departed spirits supply the place of guardian angels to their friends; that they delight to follow them in their solitary walks, and watch their nightly flumbers, nd make impreffions on their fleeping fancy, to warn them of approaching dangers.” 'Tis not unlikely, that the tempefts of human pafsions are sometimes composed by the soft inspiring whispers of those propitious beings, while the seats of joy have opened their glories in vision. ary scenes to their sleeping imagination.

YOU may enjoy what you have, if you do not wish for more. Like a clear stream, which glides smoothly on, but by endeavouring to increase the waters, it be comes a torrent.

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of greatness, and its pompous train,
What notions false we entertain !
The glitt’ring dress, the splendid feast,
Those seeking most, who know them least;
Our time, anxiety, and cost,
In the vain acquisition's loft.
The man we envy oft as blest,
In secret pines with care oppress'd.

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