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THE nobility arising from birth, is by far inferior to that which proceeds from merit.

MARCUS Aurelius was averse to every thing that had the air of pomp and luxury. He lay upon the bare ground; at twelve years old he took the habit of a philofopher; he forbore the use of guards, the imperial ornaments, and the enfigns of honour, which were carried before the Cæsars and the Augufti. Nor was this con. duct owing to his ignorance of what was grand and beautiful, but to the jufter and purer taste he had of both, and to an intimate persuasion, that the greatest glory, and principal duty of man, especially if in power, and eminently conspicuous, is so far to imitate the Deity, as to throw himself into a condition of wanting as little as may be for himself, and doing all the good to others he is capable of.

IF it shews a greatness of soul to overlook our own nobility, and not suffer it to gain the ascendant over our actions, we may likewise observe, that it is no less great in such as have raised themselves by merit, not to forget the meanness of their extraction, nor be ashamed of it.

WE read in the scriptures, that Boaz, in the midst of riches, was laborious, diligent in husbandry, plain without luxury, delicacy, sloth or pride. How affable, how obliging and kind to his servants ! - The Lord be with

you,” says he to his reapers; and they answered him, • The Lord bless thee." This was the beautiful language of religious antiquity ; but how little known in our days.

How commendable was his behaviour towards Ruth, when he desires her not to go into any other field to glean, but to abide fast by his maidens, to eat and drink with them; and the charitable order he gives his reapers to let her glean even among the sheaves, and to let fall some of the handfuls on purpose for her, that she might gather them up without being alhamed ; teaching us by this wife conduct, to save those we oblige, the confusion of receiving, and ourselves the temptation of vain-glory in giving.

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THE Providence of God is universal; it presides over all to the minutest particular, and governs and directs all.

Part of the Book of Job versified.
FOND man, the vision of a moment made-
Dream of a dream, and shadow of a shade;
What worlds haft thou produc'd, what creatures fram'd?
What insects cherish'd, that thy God is blam'd ?
When pain'd with hunger, the wild raven's brood
Call upon God, importunate for food.
Who hears their cry? Who grants their hoarse request,
And stills the clamour of the craving neft ?
Who taught the hawk to find, in seasons wise,
Perpetual summers and a change of skies?
When clouds deform the year, the mounts the wind,
Shoots to the south, nor fears the storm behind.
The fun returning, she returns again,
Lives in his beams, and leaves ill days to men.
Am I a debtor ? Hast thou ever heard
Whence come the gifts that are on me confer'd?
My lavish fruit a thousand vallies fills,
And mine the herds that graze a thousand hills.
Earth, sea, and air, all nature is my own,
And stars and sun are duft beneath my throne,
And dar'ít thou, with the world's great Father vie,
Thou who dost tremble at my creature's eye?

Then the Chaldean eas'd his lab’ring breast,
With full conviction of his crime oppreft.
Thou canst accomplish all things, Lord of might!
And every thought is naked to thy fight-
But oh! thy ways are wonderful, and lie
Beyond the deepest reach of mortal eye.
Oft have I heard of thine Almighty pow'r,
But never saw thee till this dreadful hour.
O'erwhelm'd with shame, the Lord of life I fee,'
Abhor myself, and give my soul to thee,
Nor shall my weakness tempt thine anger more ;
Man was not made to question, but adore.

To a Child of a Month old.

BLESS’D babe, who stranger to all worldly strife,
Art lately launch'd upon the sea of life ;
And midst those dang’rous waves wilt soon be tost,
Where some by pleasure, some by pain, are loft.
Who yet not feels, nor fear'st to feel, the

rage
Of storms, that threaten manos maturer age ;
But view'ft, with careless and indiff'rent eyes,
The clouds of folly that around thee rise.
Accept, not fear infection from my song;
Few authors flatter at an

age

so

young
Look round the habitable world and see,
Who would not wish to change their place with thee.
Would not the miser broach each fav’rite mine,
His heart as easy, thoughts as free as thine ?
What would the hoary villain not endure,
His hands as innocent, his foul as pure.
Would not the spendthrift beg his squander'd ore,
To purchase half the bliss thou hast in store?
Ne'er was a maxim truer sure than this,
That want of innocence is want of bliss.
'Tis this, 'tis innocence, thy bosom cheers,
This calms thy troubles, this dispels thy fears ;
This spreads o'er all its beautifying rays,
Makes every object, every play-thing please.
This (whilst less things the guilty breast can awe)
Gives' musick to a key, and beauty to a straw.
So thro' the prism, to philosophic eyes,
The barren lawns in pleasing prospect rise,
Steep hills in azure tempt the distant fight,
Waite wilds look lovely in a borrow'd light,
Deck'd by the glass the cottage apes the throne,
And lines in colours that were ne'er its own.
Long may this pleasing calm remain within,
Unknown to trouble, as unknown to fin;
When infant reason shall begin to rise,
Prate on thy lips, and wanton in thy eyes,
Oh! may this charm thy ev'ry care beguilé,
Ailift thy prattle, and improve thy smile.

When

When growing sense, to rip’ning judgment join'd,
Shall fix a doubtful empire in thy mind
If heat of blood, with wanton frenzy warm
If ease should tempt thee, or if pleasure charm,
Oh! may this love of virtue, love of truth,
Lead thee still safe thro' all the paths of youth.
Next, when thy part in life's still varying plan
Shall call thee forward on the stage of man,
Oh! may it keep thee honest, gen’rous, juft,
True to thy word, and cautious of thy trust;
Light in thy soul devotion's sacred flame,
Make virtue all thy wish, and Heav’n thy aim,
And laft, when manhood's vigour Mall decay,
Time shake thy head, and silver't o'er with grey,
Long may this sov'reign remedy remain,
To prop thy weakness, and assuage thy pain;
'Till the last moment shed its kindly ray,
And glad the ev'ning of thy well-spent day.
But may ten thuufand pleasures rise between
Thy op’ning curtain, and this closing scene;
May health attend thee, beautiful and gay,
And smooth, thro' life, thy elfe too rugged way.

PROSPERITY quickens, and gives a sort of false courage to men of low, degenerate minds, and dresses them up in an outward grandeur, which imposes upon the majority of mankind; but adversity is the touchstone of fouls truly great and generous..

SILENCE is sometimes more fignificant and sub. lime, than the most noble and most expreilive eloquence, and is, on many occasions, the indication of a great mind.

But filence never shews itself to fo great an advantage, as when it is made the reply to calumny and defamation, provided that we give no just occasion for them.

HOW afferent is the view of past life, in the man who is grown old in knowledge and wisdom, from that of him who is grown old in ignorance and folly. The

latter latter is like the owner of a barren country, that fills his eye with the prospect of naked hills and plains, which produce nothing either profitable or ornamental; the other beholds a beautiful and spacious landscape, divided into delightful gardens, green meadows, fruitful fields, and can scarce cast his eye on a single spot of his poffeffions, that is not covered with some beautiful plant or flower.

TO look upon the soul as going on from strength to strength, to consider that she is to shine for ever with new accessions of glory, and brighten to all eternity; that she will be still adding virtue to virtue, and knowledge to knowledge; carries in it something wonderfully agreeable to that ambition, which is natural to the mind of man. Nay, it must be a prospect pleasing to God himself, to see his creation for ever beautifying in his eyes, and drawing nearer to him, by greater degrees of resemblance.

THAT we might not want inducements to engage us in such an exercise of the body, as is proper for its welfare, it is fo ordered, that nothing valuable can be procured without it. Not to mention riches and honour, even food and raiment are not to be come at without the toil of the hands, and sweat of the brows. Providence furnishes materials, but expects that we should work them up ourselves.

As for those who are not obliged to labour, by the condition in which they are born, they are more miserable than the rest of mankind, unless they indulge themselves in that voluntary labour, which goes by the name of exercise.

Thoughts on the Grave of a Child.-By a Father.

HERE, here she lies! Oh! could I once more view Those dear remains; take one more fond adieu; Weep o'er that face of innocence, or save One darling feature, from the noisome grave! Vain wish!--now low in earth that form of love Decays, unseen, yet not forgot above.

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