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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,
The point of rest to which our wishes tend,
To no externals ever was assign'd,
But fix'd the portion of a steady mind;
A steady mind, that no desires inflame,
Still constant to itself, and still the same;
The fame when fortune blows an adverse gale;
The same when on a throne or in a jail:
A mind that can each mad excess controul,
Subdue the paflions, and direct the soul;
That, fummon'd, chearfully refigns her breath,
Nor trembles, anxious, at th' approach of death.

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.
FATHER Divine, Eternal One!

While Heav'n pure homage pays,
From this dark point, beneath the sun,

Accept a mortal's praife.
Yet what's the praise my breath can give ;

What's all that I can say,
But that the God in whom I live

Has giv'n me health to-day?
The theme my voice in vain assays,

Then let my life pursue ;
Let what I am, record thy praise,

Express'd in what I do.
Thee more than all-and, as myself,

Oh teach me man to love :
Be this my fame, my glory, wealth,

My bliss below -- above !
Nor let my love to man be vain,

My love to God be blind ;
Of thee fome knowledge let me gain,

Some blessing give mankind.
Through ev'ry change my life may know,

My ebbing, flowing tides,
Firm be my faith, that all below,

Love, join'd with wisdom, guides.
That e'en thy justice tends to bless,
Though little understood ;


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.
When o'er my roof affliction low'rs,

Sustain my finking heart;
In all my gay, unguarded hours,

Oh keep my better part !
And when this tott'ring fabric falls,

Aslift my soul to soar,
Where full poffeffion never palls,

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,
With each minuteft circumstance, above :
No fickle chance, no blind contingencies,
No unforeseen events arise, to cross
The purposes divine:-

“ Hope

*+ Hope travels through.”-Pope,
THE sweet deceiver, hope, destroys,
By airy visions, real joys.
Each future scene, by her array'd
In brightness, makes the present fade.
All the long day we wish for night,
Then figh for the return of light;
Through gloomy winter's reign we mourn,
"Till pleasure-pinion'd fpring's return.
But here, with joyless feet, we tread
The verdant lawn, or painted mead,
'Till summer comes-yet e'en from this
Enjoyment’s fled--the promis'd bliss
Is now postpon’d, 'till autumn shews
Her golden fields, and loaded boughs ;
Hither we press--but vain the chace!
The phantom Aies with equal pace.
Now winter charms-again it comes,
And her ftill tasteless reign resumes.
The trav’ller thus thick mists enclose,
But seem to fly where'er he goes.

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,
To watch ourselves with striet and constant

To mark the working mind when paffion's course
Begins to swell, and reason ftill has force;
Or if he's conquer'd by the stronger tide,
Observe the moments when they first fubfide.
For he who hopes a victory to win
O'er other men, must with himself begin,
Elfe like a town, by mutiny opprefs'd,
He’s ruin’d by the foe within his breast.
ARISE, my foul, survey the morn,
And purple beauties of the dawn,

In order as they shine ;
The herbs that with the dew-drops glow,
The grass, the shrubs, the flow'rets Thew

Their Maker all divine !
Hark how the warbling feather'd throng
Now tune their soft melodious song,

From ev'ry leafy spray.
The black-bird here with mellow throat,
And there the thrush with softer note,

In concert pour the lay.
Do thou my soul responsive join,
Ambitious of a theme divine,

And fing thy Maker's praise :
Unnumber'd objects he supplies,
For contemplation's wandering eyes,

And all the Muse's lays.
FRIENDSHIP's a pure, a Heav'n-descended flame,
Worthy the happy region whence it came;
The sacred tye, that virtuous fpirits binds,
The golden chain that links immortal minds.

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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.


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