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enjoyments; but either by reason of their emptinefs, or the natural inquietude of the mind, we have no sooner gained one point, but we extend our hopes to another. We still find new inviting scenes and landscapes, lying behind those which at a distance terminated our view,

If we hope for what we are not likely to poffefs, we act and think in vain, and make life a greater dream and shadow than it really is.

An Autumnal Reflection. In fading grandeur, lo! the trees

Their tarnish'd honour thed;
While every leaf-compelling breeze

Lays their dim verdure dead.
Ere while they shot a vig'rous length,

Of flow'rs, and fruit, and green ;
Now, shorn of beauty and of strength,

They stand a Matter'd scene!
Ere long the genial breath of spring

Shall all their charms renew;
And flow'rs, and fruit, and foliage bring,

All pleasing to the view !
Thus round and round the seasons roll,

In one harmonious course,
And pour convictions on the soul

With unremitting force.
Not such is man's appointed fate-

One spring alone he knows !
One summer, one autumnal state,

One winter's dead repose.
Yet, not the dreary sleep of death,

Shall e'er his pow’rs destroy,
But man fhall draw immortal breath

In endless pain or joy.
Important thought ?-oh mortal! hear

On what thy peace depends ;
The voice of truth invites thine ear,

And this the voice the sends. " When virtue glows with youthful charms, How bright the vernal lies !

When

When virtue like the summer warms,

What golden harvests rise?"
When vices spring without controul,

What bitter fruits appear !
A wintry darkness wraps the soul
And horrors close the

year. Let youth to virtue's shrine repair,

And men their tribute bring, Old

shall lose its load of care, red ihall its . Lorne upwards on seraphic wing,

Their happy fouls thall foar, And there enjoy eternal spring,

Nor fear a winter more. THERE is nothing in nature unworthy of a wife man's regard, because the most inferior of all her productions, may, in some light or another, be made inftrumental to his improvement.

THERE is such a close affinity between a proper cultivation of a flower garden, and a right discipline of the mind, that it appears difficult for a rightly thoughtful person, that has made any proficiency in the one, to avoid paying a due attention to the other. That induftry and care which are so requisite to cleanse a garden from all sorts of weeds, will naturally suggest to him how much more expedient it would be to exert the same diligence in eradicating all sorts of prejudices, follies and vices, from the mind; where they will be as sure to prevail, without a great deal of care and correction, as common weeds in a neglected piece of ground. And as it requires more pains to extirpate some weeds than others, according as they are more firmly fixt, more numerous, or more naturalized to the soil; so those faults will be found the most difficult to be suppressed, which have been of the longest growth, and taken the deepest root; which are more predominate in number, and most congenial to the conftitution.

IF our common life is not a common course of humility, felf-denial, renunciation of the world, poverty

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of spirit, and Heavenly affection, we do not live the lives of Christians.

WEAK and imperfect men, shall, notwithstanding their frailties and defects, be received, as having pleased God, if they have done their utmost to please him.

THE rewards of charity, piety, and humility, will be given to those whola lives have beeth? carefui Lahour. to exercise the virtues iitastigh a degree as they could

VALUE no man but for his probity, and living up to the rules of piety and justice. If integrity does not make you prosperous, it will at least keep you from being miserable ; for no man can be truly religious, that is not likewise conscientiously juft and honeit.

A SOUND faith is the best divinity; a good conscience the best law; and temperance the best phyfic.

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A Soliloquy on Death.
To die, is but to take a last farewel
Of life, and all its transitory cares;
To close our eyes, and shut out day for ever.
Thus much we know: And that this frail existence
Shall to its fifter earth again return,
To pulverize, and be diffolv'd to nought.
To die (however awful seems the found)
Is but to lay us peaceful down to rest,
Sink into sleep, and waken in eternity.

Whence then proceeds this coward fear of death,
These conscience-working pangs that plague us all,
And make us fink, e'en to the grave itself,
At the bare mention? Has not that Great Cause,
The Eternal One, whose wisdom cannot err,
From the beginning of the earliest time,
Declar'd, that man and all his race should die ?

"Tis the essential passport that must bring
(No matter when, or how, or soon, or late)

All

All nature to that never-ending state,
Which immortality alone can give.

The soul, then, as instructed from above,
Soon as it quits its lifeless, clay-cold corfe, i
Mounts on the borrow'd silver plumes of Heav'n,
Thro' chequ’ring clouds, and foars above the stars,

But, oh! who dare inquire its fate decreed?
For Heav'n that knowledge interdicts to man,
And stupifies the busy, wand'ring fense,
That may attempt this secret to explore.

GRANT I may ever, at the morning ray,
Open with pray’r the confecrated day ;
Tune thy great praise, and bid my foul arife,
And with the mounting sun ascend the skies ;
As that advances, let mny zeal improve,
And glow with ardour of consummate love;
Nor cease at eve, but with the setting fun
My endless worship shall be still begun.

Extract from Young's Last Day. HAVE angels finn'd, and shall not man beware How shall a son of earth decline the fnare ? Not folded arms, and flackness of the mind, Can promise for the safety of mankind; None are supinely good : Thro' care and pain, And various toils, the steep ascent we gain. This is the scene of combat, not of rest, Man's is laborious happiness at best ; On this fide death his dangers never cease, His joys are joys of conqueit, crown’d with peace.

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HOR.

Vol. II.

LONDON:

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T. PHILLIPS, GEORGE YARD, LOMBARD STRERT,

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