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Short is our longest day of life,

And soon its prospect ends,
Yet on that day's uncertain date

Eternity depends,
Yet equal to our being's aim

The space to virtue giv'n;
And ev'ry minute, well improv'd,

Secures an age in Heav'n.

YIELDING to immoral pleasures, corrupts the mind; living to animal and trifling ones, debafes it; both, in their degree, disqualify it for its genuine good, and consign it over to wretchedness. Whoever would be really happy, must make the diligent and regular exercise of his superior powers his chief attention, adoring the perfections of his Maker, exprefling good will to his fellow-creatures, and cultivating inward rectitude.

THE greatest honour you can pay to the author of your being, is by such a chearful behaviour, as discovers a mind satisfied with his dispensations.

THE scripture says, we are to forgive until seventy times seven; that is, perpetually, those who do repent: and those who do not repent, but persilt in injuring us, we are to pray for, and be willing to do acts of charity and humanity to them, when need requires; and not to revenge, but much rather to desire their amend. ment, and by all reasonable means promote reconciliation.

ONE part, one little part, we dimly scan,

Thro' the dark medium of life's fev'rish dream, Yet dare arraign the whole ftupendous plan,

If but that little part incongruous feem.-
Nor is that part perhaps what mortals deem;

Oft from apparent ill our blessings rise;
Oh! then, renounce that impious, self-esteem,
For thou art but of duft ; be humble, and be wife,


GOOD-NATURE is not of less importance to ourselves than to others. The morose and petulant firit feel the anguish that they give : reproach, revilings and invective, are but the overflowings of their own infelicity, and are constantly again forced back upon their fource.


The Ten Commandments.
RENOUNCE all other gods, but only me,
And to no image bow thy heart or knee.
Take not the awful name of God in vain,
Nor e'er his holy fabbath day prophane.
Honour thy parents, and thou long halt live,
Commit not murder, but all wrongs forgive.
From filthy lufts, keep foul and body free,
Nor steal, 'tho' press'd by dire neceflity.
Against thy neighbour, ne'er false witness bear,
Nor covet goods, in which thou haft no share.

From Pope's Essay on Man.
LO, the

Indian ! whose untutor'd mind
Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind;
His foul proud science never taught to stray,
Far as the folar walk, or milky way;
Yet simple nature to his hope has giv'n
Behind the cloud-topt hill, an humbler Heav'n;
Some happier island in the watry waste,
Some safer world, in depth of woods embrac'd,
Where slaves once more their native land behold,
No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold.
To be content's his natural desire,
He asks no angel's wing, no seraph's fire,
But thinks, admitted to that equal sky,
His faithful dog shall bear him company.

So much have our common pursuits, which we plead as the means of supporting life, diverted men from the true ends for which they were sent into the world, that the judicious and pious in all ages, since the time of Solomon, have readily subscribed to his opinion, that I 2


all of them are indeed « vanity and vexation of spirit.” For we find there are some who spend their whole time in grammar and rhetoric, or in learning to speak well, without allowing themselves any leisure to study the more important concern of living well.

Others there are, who are so busy in finding out the riddles of a logical sphinx, that they examine all the trifles and impertinencies of reason, to find out what reason is, and in the search thereof, oftentimes lose themselves and their reason too.

There are many, who, by arithmetic, learn to divide every thing into the most minute fractions, and yet do not know how to divide an halfpenny with a poor afflicted brother in the way of charity.

Many there are, who, by the help of geometry, can set limits to grounds, and separate them from one ano. ther ; can measure cities and countries, and yet cannot attain to any rule whereby they are enabled to measure themselves.

The musician can bring different voices and tones into one harmony, and yet all the while may have nothing that is harmonious in his own mind; nothing, which, by reason of its perturbation, does not run counter to all musical measures.

The astronomer, whilft with fixed eyes he looks up to Heaven, and attentively views the motion of the stars, very frequently stumbles into the next ditch; and while he is foretelling things to come, loses those that are present; for tho' with fixed eyes he looks up to Heaven, yet his mind is too much darkened and defiled with the mire of this world, to think of a better.

The philosopher disputes gravely and accurately, of the nature of things, and yet, perhaps, is no wiser than a real child, as to the nature of himself, and the things of Heaven.

The physician takes care of the health of others, but as to the knowledge of the diseases of his own mind, may be as blind as a beetle; he diligently watches the variations of his patient's pulse, but how to cure the evil dirpositions and wrong tempers in himself, he knows and cares but little about them.

The historian has the Theban and Trojan wars at his fingers ends, but is almost wholly ignorant of a much higher concern, the proper knowledge of himself.

The lawyer, though he has spent whole years in the construction and exposition of human laws, for the government of others, is too often but little acquainted with that divine law which teaches and enjoins a strict government over his own actions.

The theologist, earnestly contends for, and disputes about faith, but too feldom thinks of charity; he speaks much of God, but to help his neighbour in time of need, has too little concern.

The merchant is very solicitous of gain from every port to which he can extend his trade, or in which he can obtain credit-yet seldom troubles his head in establishing a correspondence with that happy country, which offers the richest merchandize that neither moth can corrupt, or thieves have power to steal.

The farmer, though daily exercised with much toil and fatigue, in breaking up and improving the most stubborn and rugged soils, with a view to a beneficial crop, yet how does he neglect, year after year, to break up and improve the barren foil of his own heart, which, without equal care and cultivation, will never produce that crop of good works, which makes truly rich, and adds no forrow.

Arts and sciences do indeed weary the minds of men with continual labour, but yield them no true felicity.

It is religion only can regulate the heart-it causes it to melt in sympathy with distress, or to glow with pleasure at the happiness of another it is that alone can harmonize the mind,

"! Attuning all its passions into peace." The astronomer, if enlightened by it, must contemplate, with wonder and admiration, those luminaries


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which his eye so often gazes on with pleasure. The philosopher too, when the wonders of nature are opened to his view, with what adoration and gratitude müft he look to that great source from whence they flow! And in all profeflions, how imperfect is man, unless illumined by the bright rays of religion, which, like the glorious luminary, the sun, will enlighten all onr paths.

H Y M N.
THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care ;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales, and dewy meads,
My weary, wand'ring steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and flow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
Tho' in the paths of death I tread
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My stedfast heart Thall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord! art with me still;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me thro' the dreadful shade.
Tho' in a bare and rugged way,
Thro' devious lonely wilds I stray,
Thy beauty shall my pains beguile-
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crown'd,
And streams fhall murmur all around.

NO thought is beautiful, which is not just; and no thought can be just, which is not founded in truth.

WE are apt to fancy, that we shall be happy and satisfied, if we pofless ourselves of such and such

particular enjoyments ;

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