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trouble. Defended by his shield, though afflictions spring not out of the dust, they shall not hurt us; supported by his power, though the mighty rage, they fall not prevail against us; guided by his wisdom, though snares and evils encompass our paths, we shall escape them all. In vain may be our toil for riches to secure us; but our trust in him will never be in vain. The arrows of af. fliction may reach the very pinnacle of greatness, and cares and terrors climb up to us, however high we may place ourselves; but he is a tower of defence, a place of safety, a rock of salvation. O then! amidst all the storms, and tumults of the world, give ear to that voice which speaketh peace, and says, " Come unto me, all
ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give
you rest; take my yoke upon you, and ye shall find “ rest to your souls ; for my yoke is easy, and bur“ then is light."
VIRTUE has secret charms which all men love; And those that do not choose her, yet approve.
TRUE happiness—man's gen’ral aim and end,
Epitaph upon Epictetus, the Stoic Philosopher. “ EPICTETUS, who lies here, was a slave and
a cripple; poor as the beggar in the proverb, and the « favourite of Heaven,"
In this diftich is comprized the noblest panegyric, and the most important instruction. We may learn from it, that virtue is impracticable in no condition, fince Epictetus could recommend himself to the regard of Heaven, amidst the temptations of poverty and slavery. Slavery has been found so destructive to virtue, that, in some languages, a save and a thief are expressed by the same word. And we may be admonished by it, not to lay any stress on a man's outward circumstances, in making an estimate of his real virtue ; fince Epictetus the beggar, the cripple, and the slave, was the favourite of Heaven.
Occafioned by a Recovery from a tedious Illness.
While Heav'n pure homage pays,
Accept a mortal's praife.
What's all that I can say,
Has giv'n me health to-day?
Then let my life pursue ;
Express'd in what I do.
Oh teach me man to love :
My bliss below -- above !
My love to God be blind ;
Some blessing give mankind.
My ebbing, flowing tides,
Love, join'd with wisdom, guides.
That partial evils love express,
And work the gen’ral good. But frail, alas! this mortal clay,
This reasoning mind how frail ! Let strength be equal to my day,
Nor heighth nor depth prevail.
Sustain my finking heart;
Oh keep my better part !
Aslift my soul to soar,
To know and love thee more.
THE use of learning is not to procure popular ap. plause, or excite vain admiration; but to make the possessor more virtuous and useful to society, and his virtue a more confpicuous example to those that are il- literate.
WHAT exalted mortal, in the last hour of life, would not resign all the advantages of greatness and power, for a few moments of leisure and obscurity?
If there is any happiness below the stars, it consists in a freedom from the hurry and censure of the world, where the mind may devote all its bright and serene in. tervals to Heaven.
THE course of human things is all decreed,
*+ Hope travels through.”-Pope,
HE is no fool, who parts with that which he cannot keep, when he is sure to be recompensed with that which he cannot lose.
THE pursuit of glory and happiness in another life, by every means of improving and exalting our own. minds, becomes more and more interesting to us, the nearer we draw to the end of all sublunary enjoyments.
AS that God, whom we all adore, is a God of peace and concord, there ought to be a sacred harmony between all that profess and believe in the same Saviour.
THEY must certainly be persons of narrow and mean. conceptions, who (though under the mask of superficial greatness of spirit) cannot raise their little ideas above pleasures familiar to their senses.
BUT the main stress of all our cares must Tie,
In order as they shine ;
Their Maker all divine !
From ev'ry leafy spray.
In concert pour the lay.
And fing thy Maker's praise :
And all the Muse's lays.
WE should never be over eager for any thing, either in our pursuits or our prayers, left what we endeavour, or alk too violently, for our interest, fhould be granted us by Providence only in order to our ruin.