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In angel light array'd, beyond the stars,
That active mind, intent on trifles here,
No wonder then her course so swiftly run,
That winning nature, and obliging mien,
Her love to me (how artless and sincere !)
Cease, then, frail nature, to lament in vain,
Know the same God, who gave, hath tak'n away,
Tho' in this vale of misery, alone,
Escap'd from life, and all its train of ills,
Such the mild Saviour to his arms receives,
If we are firmly resolved to live up to the dictates of reason, without any regard to wealth, reputation, or the like confiderations, any more than as they fall in with. our principal design, we may go through life with steadiness and pleasure. But if we act by several broken views, and will not only be virtuous, but wealthy, popular, and every thing that has a value set upon it by the world, we shall live and die in misery and repentance.
INQUIRIES after happiness, and rules for attain. ing it, are not so necessary and useful to mankind, as the arts of confolation, and supporting one's self under affliction. The utmost we can hope for, in this world, is contentment; if we aim at any thing higher, we shall meet with nothing but grief and disappointments. A man should direct all his studies and endeavours, at mak: ing himself easy now, and happy hereafter.
IT is of the last importance to season the passions of a child with devotion, which feldom dies in a mind that has received an early tincture of it. Though it may seem extinguished for a while by the cares of the world, the heats of youth, or the allurements of vice, it generally breaks out, and discovers itself again as soon as discretion, consideration, age, or misfortunes, have brought the man to himself. The fire may be covered and overlaid, but cannot be entirely quenched and smothered.
PURE devotion opens the mind to great conceptions, and fills it with more sublime ideas, than any that are to be met with in the most exalted science; and at the same time warms and agitates the soul more than sensual pleafure.
IT is of unspeakable advantage to poffefs our minds with an habitual good intention, and to aim all our thoughts, words, and actions, at the same laudable end; the glory of our Maker, the good of mankind, and the benefit of our own souls.
SOCRATES, on the day of his execution, a little before the draught of poison was brought to him, entertaining his friends with a discourse on the immortality of the soul, has these words : " Whether or no God will approve of my actions, I know not; but this I am sure of, that I have at all times made it my endeavour to please him ; and I have a good hope, that this my en. deavour will be accepted by him,”
HY M N.
WHEN rising from the bed of death,
O’erwhelm'd with gilt and fear,
O how shall I appear?
And mercy may be fought,
My heart with inward horror shrinko,
And trembles at the thought,
In majesty severe,
Oh! how shall I appear?
Who does her fins lament,
Shall endless woe prevent.
Ere yet it be too late,
To give those sorrows weight.
Her pardon to procure,
To make her pardon sure.
IT may be laid down as a position, which will seldom deceive, that when a man cannot bear his own company, there is something wrong. He must fly from himself, either because he feels a tediousness in life from the equipoise of an empty mind, which, having no tendency to one motion, more than another, but as it is impelled by some external power, must always have recourse to foreign objects; or he must be afraid of the intrusion of some unpleasing ideas, and is, perhaps, struggling to əscape from the remembrance of a loss, the fear of a calamity, or some other thought of greater horror.
CAN a mortal look down, without giddiness and tupefaction, into the vast abyss of Eternal Wisdom? Can a mind, that fees not infinitely, perfectly comprehend any thing among an infinity of objects mutually relative? Remember, that perfect happiness cannot be conferred on a creature, for perfect happiness is an attribute as incom, municable, as perfect power and eternity
Extract from Cowper's Poem called the Talk..
* From Cooper's Poems, in 2 vols. 8vo,--published by J. Johnfon, St. Paul's Church-yard ; also sold by the printer hercof, price %s in boards.