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bloom of youth, and triumph of beauty, practises the rules of purity and virtue ; and that in the exercise of those qualities the finest breeding confifts.
IN all things preserve integrity; the consciousness of thy own uprightness will alleviate the toil of bufiness, and foften the harshness of ill success and disappointments, and give thee an humble confidence before God, when the ingratitude of man, or the iniquity of the times, may rob thee of other due reward.
THE time of fickness or affliction is like the cool of the day was to Adam, a season of peculiar propriety for the voice of God to be heard; and may be improved into a very advantageous opportunity of begetting or increasing spiritual life in the soul.
MAN's life, like any weaver's shuttle flies,
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FATHER of life! whose arm with equal power,
And equal goodness, can depress or raise, Complete the blessings thou hait deign’d to show'r, And grant increasing worth to length of days.
Oh! grant me still to trust thy tender care,
In humble praise to use this added breath, In health, the innocence of sickness wear,
And keep, thro' life, the sober thoughts of death.
A WISE Heathen, with great justice, compares prosperity to the indulgence of a fond mother to her child, which often proves his ruin ; but the affection of the Divine Being to that of a wise father, who would have his fons exercised with labour, disappointment, and pains, that they may gather strength, and improve their fortitude. Sometimes too, a misfortune may happen to a good man, to preserve him from a much greater one. Thus fickness
may be a very great mercy to him, if it keeps him from embarking in a vessel which will be loft in its passage. Thus poverty may screen him from a great many evils which would be brought upon him by riches, and the like. We are so short-lighted, that we know not how to distinguish, and often take the greatest blessings for misfortunes, and the heaviest curses for blessings. We are like mariners, who by fair winds might run into the way of pirates : but by those contrary to their wishes, reach their port
in safety. Extempore Exclamation on the Prospect of Winter, OH! may our follies, like the falling trees,
Be stript of ev'ry leaf by autumn's wind ! May ev'ry branch of vice embrace the breeze,
And nothing leave but virtue's fruit behind ! Then when old age, life's winter, shall appear,
In conscious hope, all future ills we'll brave,
And fink, forgotten, in the filent grave.
IT is a melancholy confideration, that our comforts often produce our greatest anxieties; and that an increase of our poffeffions is but an inlet to new disquietudes.
WE AK and feeble minds are most prone to anger, and by their exeeeding fierceness, generally disappoint their own purpose. But the greatest and bravest of men are always calm and fedate ; they are above being disturbed with little injuries, and can generously pardon the greateft; taking more delight in mercy and forgiveness, than in prosecuting revenge when it is in their power.
OTHER vices are confined within certain bounds, and have a particular object, but affectation diffuses itself over the whole man, and affects the good qualities both of body and mind.
SHUN the least appearance of evil, that you may not be suspected ; and if you cannot avoid both, choose rather to be suspected, when you do not deserve it, than to do evil, without being suspected.
BE very cautious of speaking or believing any ill of your neighbours; but be much more cautious of making hasty reports of them to their disadvantage.
LET virtue and innocence accompany your recreations ; for unlawful pleasures, though agreeable for a moment, are too often attended with bad consequences ; and instead of relaxing the mind, plunge us into an abyss of trouble and affliction.
FILIAL, fubmiffive to the fov'reign will,
WHEN beauty's charms decay, as soon they must, And all its glories humbled in the dust, The virtuous mind, beyond the rage of time, Shall ever blossom in a happier clime, Whose never-fading joys no tongue can tell, Where everlasting youth and beauty dwell; Where pain and sorrow never more shall move, But all is pleasure, harmony, and love.
SEARCHING AFTER HAPPINESS.
Where is thy substance found ?
Of earth's capacious round.
Are nought but gilded snares;
Thick set with thorny cares. The busy town, the crowded street,
Where noise and discord reign, We gladly leave, and tir'd, retreat,
To breathe and think again.
Detain the captive mind,
'Tis empty all as wind. Religion's sacred lamp alone,
Unerring points the way, Where happiness forever Mines,
With unpolluted ray;
Beyond the starry skies,
In endless prospect rise. .
OH would'st thou, man! but now and then descend Into the dark recesses of thy breast, Before the feeds of baleful vice have sprung,
And tak'n poffeffion of thy eafy heart;
HAPPY the man! whose tranquil mind,
And pleas'd, the whole surveys.
That measure out his days.
And Heaven's own thunders roll;
The morning of his soul.
THE industrious art, by nature taught,
NOT all the gifts of wealth, the pomp of state,