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MANY scripture parables' and fimilitudes are taken from the common actions of this life, that when our hands are employed about them, our hearts may the more easily pass through them to divine and heavenly things.

EVERY thing is beautiful in its seafon ; and it is wisdom of the prudent, so to order the duties of their general callings as Chriftians, and those of their partia cular callings in the world, as that they may not clash or interfere.

IT is related of the pious Philip Henry, that if any aked his charity, whose representation of their case he did not like, or who he thought did amiss to take that course, he would first give them an alms, and then mildly reprove them ; labouring to convince them that they were out of the way of duty; that they could not expe& God fhould bless them in it, and would not chide, but reason with them. He would say, if he should tell them of their faults, and not give them an alms, the reproof would look only like an excuse to deny his charity, and would be rejected accordingly.

TO be over folicitous after praise, to be greedy of it, and eager in pursuing it, and to seem in some measure to beg it, instead of being the character of a great foul, is the most certain fign of a vain and light difpofition, which feeds upon the wind, and takes the shadow for the fubitance.

THE A N T S.
So when the ants, a small induftrious traing
Embodied rob fome golden heap of grain,
Studious, 'ere stormy winter frowns, to lay
Safe in their darksome cells the treasur'd prey,
In one long track the duky regions lead
Their prize in triumph, thro' the verdant mead.
Here bending with the load, a panting throng,
With force conjoined, heave some huge grain along;
Some lash the ftragglers to the talk aflign'd,
Some to their ranks the bands that lag behind ;

They

They croud the peopled path in thick array,
Glow at the work, and darken all the way.
HOW bless'd the man, who, like these insects, wise,

Exerts his pow'rs to lay up Heav'nly food;
Convinc'd, that nought like this beneath the kies -

Deserves his care, and ought to be pursu'd.
WOULD you in safety plough th' inconftant tide,
The helm let prudence ever watchful guide.
She shuns the deep, where mountain-billows roar,
And shuns alike the Mallows and the shore.

The few, by precept or experience wise,
Who know the mean, the golden mean, to prize,
With equal scorn reject a sordid state,
And the gilt forrows of the vainly great.
Fix'd in that point, where all the virtues rest,
Between the extremes with peaceful pleasure bleft,
They know to curb irregular desires,
When av'rice tempts them, or ambition fires.

POSTS of preferment, and the marks of respect annexed to them, may flatter the ambition and vanity of mankind, but in themselves include no real glory or. solid happiness, as they are foreign to them ; as they are not always, the proof and reward of merit; as they add nothing to the good qualities either of body or mind; as they correct none of our faults ; but often, on the contrary, serve only to multiply and make them more remarkable, by making them confpicuous, and exhibiting them in a stronger light.

IT is virtue alone which fixes the price of every thing, and is the sole source of folid glory and real happiness.

WIT is commonly looked upon with a suspicious eye, as a two ed, ed sword, from which not even the sacred. ness of friendship can secure. It is more efpecially dreaded in women.

A MAN may be reserved and modest in the midst of riches and honours, as he may be proud and avaricious in the obscurity of a poor and wretched life.

TIME, always precious, can never be more fo, than in our early years ; the first ideas make the strongest and most lasting impression.

NUMBERLESS are the branches of good nature ! Numberless are the benefits we ourselves receive by it, and confer on others !

MERE good humour, if abused, will degenerate in to its reverse ; but good nature is always the same, and incapable of changing ; like the divine source, of which it is an emanation, it returns injuries with benefits ; it endeavours to work on the bad heart that offers them, by soft persuasion, and pities what it cannot mend.

WHAT tho’ to-day's oppress'd with various woes :
To-morrow's dawn may happier scenes disclose.
The bounteous pow'r that o'er wide nature reigns,
Now bids ftern winter blast the freezing plains;
And now recalls the spring, the spring returns,
Each face now smiles, and ev'ry bosom burns;
New beauty bursts upon the ravish'd fight,
And all around is joy, and life, and light.

THRO' life let manly fortitude prevail :
Whate'er the current, and whate'er the gale,
Press forward still, and ev'ry adverse tide
Let thy sow, persevering bark, divide.
But when too strong the fav’ring breeze you find,
Furl the broad fail, nor trust the faithless wind.

To Mira, with a Watch.

MIRA, this machine, you'll find, Suits a moralizing mind.

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Has it motion ? 'Tis as clear
Action is man's proper sphere.
Equal should its progress prove,
So thro' life let Mira move.
When

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forward urge

its

pace, Think it may

be Mira's cafe ;
In my passage to the sky,
Have I linger'd ?--let me fly!
Backwards are the hands convey'd,
To the points from whence they ftray'd ?
Blush not, Mira! to untread
Steps that wisdom never led.
If it stand, reflecting fay,
Time for no machine will stay.
Heav’n observes and will it find
Mira with him, or behind ?
Mark its hands with thanks to Heav'n,
For each hour and minute given ;
Giv'n as means to make us wise ;
Giv’n to form us for the kies.
False if either hand be view'd,
Some internal fault conclude.
Thus if Mira's life should fin,
Let her first reform within.
When it strikes the hour, admit
Silence is not always fit.
Ev'ry day its talk pursu'd,
Hints how thine must be renew'd,
Say, when winding up, alas !
Human wheels, like those of brass.
Soon their functions would forego,
Nought if foreign hand bestow.
If all day it acted right,
When she hangs it by at night,
Then let Mira ask her heart,
How have I perform'd my part?
If it err'd let Mira

pray,
Heav'n forgive my faults to-day !
For its use, my present prize,
All befides neglect, despise.

Shine

Shine its trinkets as they will,
Trinkets are but trifles Itill.
Mira! when at court array'd
All in jewels and brocade,
If at heart no merit dwell,
If no deeds that merit tell,
Tho' a lord should smile, or king,
Thou'rt a glitt'ring, useless thing.
If, whate'er its present praise,
All its pow'r to serve decays,
Means to mend it vainly try'd,
When you cast it from your fide ;
On a life of virtue past;
Joyful retrospection cast,
But let Mira think again,
Only virtue past were vain ;
Perseverance, 'till we die,
Wins the Christian's crown on high.

A WOMAN of true sense, will be always ambitious, not of gaining admiration, but of deserving it.

THERE is no being long and sincerely happy, without being good ; which, as common an observation as it has been, yet wants to be made anew, by moft. even of those whom the world thinks both wife and happy.

GOOD-HUMOUR shuns not an opportunity of obliging; but good-nature is industrious in seeking out as many as it can. Good-humour frequently promises more than is in its power to perform ; but good-nature does more than it gives you reason to expect.

THE want of thought creates many mischiefs among mankind; and this is the reason that none ought to speak, 'till they have first reflected on every thing that may poflkbly be the consequence of what they speak.

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