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Quit its vain scenes without a tear,
Without a trouble, or a fear,
And mingle with the dead.

While conscience, like a faithful friend,
Shall through the gloomy vale attend,

And cheer our dying breath :
Shall, when all other comforts cease,
Like a kind angel whisper peace,

And smooth the bed of death!

SINCERITY is firm and substantial, and there is nothing hollow or unfound in it; and because it is plain and open, fears no discovery; of which the crafty man is always in danger.

PLUTARCH has written an effay on the benefits which a man may receive from his enemies ; and mentions this in particular, " that, by the reproaches caft upon us, we see the worst side of ourselves, and open our eyes to several blemishes and defects in our lives and conversations, which we should not have observed without the help of such ill-natured monitors.

LET us“ keep the heart with all diligence, seeing out of it are the issues of life.” Let us account our mind the most important province which is committed to our care ; and as we cannot rule events, study at least to rule ourselves.

IT is too common with the young, even when they Tesolve to tread the path of virtue and honour, to set out with presumptuous confidence in themselves. Trusting to their own abilities for carrying them successfully through life, they are careless of applying to God, or of deriving any assistance from what they are apt to reckon the gloomy discipline of religion. Alas! how little do they know the dangers which await them?

Neither human wisdom, nor human virtue, unsupported by religion, are equal for the trying situations which often occur in life. By the shock of temptation, how frequently have the moit virtuous intentions been overthrown! Under the pressure of disaster, how often has the greatest constancy sunk! Destitute of the favour of God, you are in no better situation, with all your boasted abilities, than orphans left to wander in a trackless desart, without any guide to conduct them, or any shelter to cover them from the gathering storm. Cor. rect, then, this ill-founded arrogance. Expect not that, your happiness can be independent of him who made you. By faith and repentance, apply to the Redeemer of the world. By piety and prayer, seek the protection of the God of Heaven.

THE cheerfulness of a well-regulated mind, springs from a good conscience, and the favour of Heaven, an 1 is bounded by temperance and reason. It makes a man happy in himself, and promotes the happiness of all around him. It is the clear and calm sunshine of a mind illuminated by piety and virtue. It crowns all other good dispositions, and comprehends the general eifect which they ought to produce on the hcart.

LET no man rafhly determine, that his unwillingness to be pleased, is a proof of understanding, unless his superiority appears from a less doubtful evidence; for though peevishness may sometimes boast its descent from learning or from wit, it is much oftener of base extraction, the child of vanity and nursing of ignorance.

LET the virtuous remember, amidst all their sufferings, that though the heart of the good man may bleed, even to death, he will never feel a torment equa to the rendings of remorse.

PLATO being told, that he had many enemies who spoke ill of him, “ It is no matter,” said he, “ I will live so that none shall believe them.” Hearing, at ar.other time, that an intimate friend of his had spoken detractingly of him, “ I am sure he would not do it," says he, “ if he had not some reason for it.” This is

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the furet, as well as the noblest way, of drawing the fting out of reproach, and the true method of preparing a man for that great and only relief against the pains of calumny, a good conscience.

JUDGE not of mankind in general from the conduct of a few individuals. There are persons capable of alle. viating all our cares by a friendly participation, and of heightening every satisfaction by sharing them. Cultivate an acquaintance with the truly deserving, and the painful remembrance of ingratitude will soon be loft in the reciprocal endearments of fincere friendship.

DOST thou ask a torch to discover the brightness of the morning? Doit thou appeal to argument for proofs of divine perfection? Look down to the earth on which thou ftandeft, and lift up thine eye to the worlds that roll above thee: thou beholdest fplendour, abundance and beauty; is not he who produced them mighty? Thou considereft is not he who formed thy understanding, wise? Thou en. joyet-is not he who gratifies thy fenfes, good? Can aught have limited his bounty, but his wisdom? or can any defects be therein discovered by thy fagacity?

RELIGION prescribes to every miserable man the means of bettering his condition; it hews him, that the bearing of his affictions as he ought to do, will naturally end in the removal of them; it makes him easy here, because it can make him happy hereafter.

A CONTENTED mind is the greatest blefling a man can enjoy in this world ; and if in the present life his happiness arises from the subduing of his defires, it will arise in the next from the gratification of them.

EVERY wise man will consider this life only as it may conduce to the happiness of the other, and cheerfully fa. crifice the pleasures of a few years to those of an eternity.

HOWEVER far fome men may have gone in the seience of impartiality, perhaps there is not one of them but would be surprized, if he could be shewn how much farther he might go.



THO'poor the peafant's hut, his feasts tho' fmall,
He sees his little lot, the lot of all ;
Sees no contiguous palace rear its head,
To shame the meanness of his humble shed ;
No costly lords the fumptuous banquet deal,
To make him loathe his vegetable meal
But calm, and bred in ignorance and toil,
Each with contracting, fits him to the soil ;
Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose,
Breathes the keen air, and carrols as he goes ;
With patient angle trolls the finny deep,
Or drives his vent'rous plough-Share to the steep;
Or seeks the den, where snow-tracks mark the way,
And drags the struggling favage into day.
At night returning, every labour sped,
He sits him down, the monarch of a shed;
Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys
His childrens looks, that brighten at the blaze;
While his lov'd partner, boaftful of her hoard,
Difplays the cleanly platter on the board.

EVERY station of life has duties, which are proper to it. Those who are determined, by choice, to any particular kind of business, are indeed more happy than those who are determined by necellity; but both are under an equal obligation of fixing on employments, whieh may be either useful to themselves, or beneficial to others.

NO one of the sons of Adam ought to think himself exempt from that labour and industry, which were des nounced upon our first parent, and in him, to all his posterity, Those to whom birth or affluence may seem to make such an application unnecessary, ought to find out fome calling or profession for themselves, that they may not lie as a burden on the species, and be the only useless parts of the creation.

IT sometimes happens, that too close an attention to minute exactness, or a too rigorous examination of every

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thing, by the standard of perfection, vitiates the temper, rather than improves the understanding, and teaches the mind to discern faults with unhappy penetration. It is incident, likewise, to men of vigorous imaginations, to please themselves too much with futurities, and to fret, because those expectations are disappointed, which should never have been formed.

KNOWLEDGE and genius are often enemies to quiet, by suggesting ideas of excellence, to which men, and the performances of men, cannot attain.

WE should always act with great cautiousness and circumspection, in points where it is not impoffible that we may be deceived.

LET no fond love of earth exact a figh,

No doubt divert our steady steps aside, Nor let us long to live, or dread to die,

Heav'n is our hope, and Providence our guide.

A Thought on waking.
SLEEP by night, and cares by day,
Bear my fleeting life away:
LO! in yonder eastern skies,
Sol appears, and bids me rise :
Tells me,

is life is on the wing,
And has no returning spring:
Death comes on with steady pace
And life's the only day of grace,
Shining preacher ! happy morning !
Let me take th' important warning;
Rouse then all my active pow'rs,
Well improve the coming hours ;
Let no trifles kill the day,
(Trifles oft our heart betray.)
Virtue, science, knowledge, truth,
Guide th' inquiries of my youth.


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