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TO hint at a fault, does more mischief than speaking out ; for whatever is left for the imagination to finishing will not fail to be overdone,

MEEKNESS is imperfect, if it be not both active and passive; if it will not enable us to subdue our own passions and refentments, as well as qualify us to bear patiently, the passions and resentments of others.

ALEXANDER (says Seneca) had two friends, Clitus and Lyfimachus; the one he exposed to a lion, the other to himself: he who was turned loose to the beast escaped, but Clitus was murdered, for he was turned loose to an angry man.

COUNT that day loft, whose low descending fun Views from thy hand no worthy action done.

LOVE the great God, with all thy might,
And know, whatever is, is right.
To his difpofal always yield,
Who clothes the lillies of the field ;
And trust his ever-watchful care,
Which numbers every single hair.
Each day the sacred pages view,
For these give pleasures ever new.
The truths that there conspicuous shine,
Proclaim their Author all divine.
See here thy great Redeemer's love,
Who left the radiant realms above,
To perfect all the gospel plan ;
Then dy'd, to save degen’rate man.
To him prefer thy ardent pray'r,
For such things as expedient are ;
And if thy breast a manfion be,
Fit to receive the heav'nly Three,
The Comforter shall soon be sent,
To fill the mind with sweet content:
And tho’ the world, as all confess,
Can neither satisfy or bless,
Hence may'st thou draw that liquid store,
Which he that drinks of, thirsts no more.

WITH Heaven's ennobling gifts
Benigniy bleft, the blooming Lucia shines :
Plealing her speech, by nature taught to flow,
Strong and persuasive fenfe, fincere and clear.
Her manners greatly plain ; a noble grace,
Self-taught, beyond the reach of mimic art,
Adorns her. Her calm temper, winning, mild,
Nor pity softer; truth itself the fource.
Constant in doing well, she neither seeks,
Nor shuns applause. No bashful merit fighs
Near her neglected : sympathizing, she
Wipes off the tear from forrow's clouded eye
With kindly hand, and bids her heart to smile.

MEEKNESS may be called the pioneer of all the other virtues, which levels every obstruction, and smooths every difficulty, that might impede their entrance, of retard their progress.

If it were only for mere human reasons, it would turn to a better account, to be patient : nothing defeats the malice of an enemy, like a spirit of forbearance; the return of rage for rage cannot be fo effectually provoking. True gentleness, like an impenetrable armour, repels the most pointed shafts of malice ; they cannot pierce through this invulnerable shield, but either fall hurtless to the ground, or return to wound the hand that thot them.

A MEEK spirit will not look out of itself for happiness, because it finds a constant banquet at home ; yet, hy a sort of Divine Alchymy, it will convert all external events to its own profit, and be able to deduce some good, even from the most unpromising; it will extract comfort and satisfaction from the most barren circumItances;

“ it will fuck honey out of the rock, and oil “ out of the finty rock."

HONOURS and dignities are transient, beauty and riches frail and fleeting, to a proverb. Would not

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the truly wise, therefore, with to have some one poffeffion, which they might call their own in the severelt exigencies? But this with can only be accomplished, by acquiring, and maintaining, that calm and absolute self-poffeßion, which as the world had no hand in giv, ing, so it cannot, by the most malicious exertion of its power,

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away. AN amiable and wise woman will always have some. thing better to value herself on than outward advantages, which, however captivating, are ftill but subordinate parts of a truly excellent character.

HOW cruel is it to extinguish, by neglect or unkindness, the precious sensibility of an open temper, to chill the amiable glow of an ingenuous soul, and to quench the bright flame of a noble and generous spirit! These are of higher worth, than all the documents of learning; of dearer price, than all the advantages which can be derived from the most refined and artificial mode of edu. cation.

THE best of men, and the best of books, can do us good, only so far as they turn us from themselves and every human comfort, to seek and receive every kind of good, from God alone.

TO desire to communicate good to every creature, in the degree we can, and it is capable of receiving from us, is a divine temper; for thus God stands unchangeably disposed towards the whole creation.

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clod;

IN vain thou hop'it for bliss poor
Return, and seek thy Father and thy God.
Yet think not to regain thy native sky,
Borne on the wings of vain philosophy.
Mysterious paffage! hid from mortal eyes ;
Soaring you'll fink, and finking you will rise.
Let humble thoughts thy wary footsteps guide ;
Regain by meekness, what thou loft by pride.

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LET thy flock clothe the naked, and thy table feed the hungry; deliver the poor from oppression, and let thy conversation be above. Thus shalt thou “ rejoice “ in hope," and look forward to the end of life, as the consummation of thy felicity.

WHAT an example is Job, to such as have lost their substance all at once, by unforeseen misfortunes : “ The Lord gave, the Lord hath taken away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.”

Η U Μ Α Ν Ι Τ Υ.
AH me! how little knows the human heart,

The pleafing task of soft'ning others woe ;
Stranger to joys, that pity can impart,

And tears sweet sympathy can teach to flow. If e'er I've mourn’d my humble lowly state,

If e’er I've bow'd my knee at fortune's fhrine, If e’er a wish escap'd me to be great,

The fervent pray’r, humanity, was thine. Pity the

man,

who hears the moving tale Únmov'd, to whom the heart-felt glow's unknown ; On whom the widow's plaints conld ne'er prevail,

Nor made the injur'd wretch's cause his own. How little knows he the extatic joy,

The thrilling bliss of chearing woe, despair ? How little knows the pleasing, warm employ,

That calls the grateful tribute of a tear? The splendid dome, the vaulted roof to rear,

The glare of pride and pomp, be, grandeur, thine ; To wipe from mis'ry's eye the wailing tear,

And soothe th' oppressed orphan's woes, be mine. , Be mine the bluth of modest worth to spare,

To change to smiles affliction's rising sigh; The kindred warmth of charity to share,

Till joy shall sparkle from the tear-fill'd eye.
Can the loud laugh, the mirth-inspiring bowl,

The dance, or choral song, or jocund glee,
Affect the glowing, sympathizing soul,
Or warm the breast, humanity, like thee?

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ACCEPTABLE SACRIFICE. i HE that keepeth the law, bringeth offerings enough : He that taketh heed to the commandment, offereth a peace-offering : He that requiteth a good turn offereth fine flour: And he that giveth alms, sacrificeth praise. To depart from wickedness, is a thing pleasing to the Lord ; and to forsake unrighteousness, is a propitiation, Thou shalt not appear empty before the Lord; for all these things are to be done, because of the commandment. The offering of the righteous maketh the altar fat, and the sweet favour thereof is before the Most High! The facrifice of a juft man is acceptable, and the memorial thereof shall never be forgotten. Ecclef. xxxv.

WE see almost every day the unexpected death of our friends and our enemies. We fee new graves often opened for men older and younger than ourselves ; for the cautious and the careless, the dissolute and the temperate ; for men, who like us, were providing to enjoy or improve hours now irreversibly cut off. We see all this, and yet, instead of living, let year glide after year in preparations to live.

A MAN that fafteth for his fins, and goeth again and doeth the same, who will hear his prayer ? or what doth his humbling profit him? Ecclef. xxxiv. 26.

THE mind is never so sensibly disposed to pity the sufferings of others, as when it is itself subdued and softened by calamity. Adversity diffuses a kind of sacred calm over the breast, that is the parent of thoughtfulnessand meditation.

HE that looks upon the business and bustle of the world, with the philosophy with which Socrates surveyed the fair at Athens, will turn away at last with this exclamation, “How many things are here which I do not want.”

WHILE affliction prepares us for felicity, we may console ourselves under its pressures, by remembering, that they are no particular marks of divine displeasure, ,

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