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Chicks that once before our door
Pick'd the crumbs, and afk'd for more;
Pigs that grunted in our sty,
Lambs that skipp'd when we were by ;
This is goodness in excefs,

Oh! how Heav'n delights to blefs.
From the vine the gen'rous juice,
Not for luxury but use,

Pour'd for Mira, pour'd for me—
If content, how happy we.

Wherefoe'er we turn our eyes,
How the varying prospects rife!
Fertiliz'd by fun and rain,

Earth how cloth'd with grafs and grain!
Groves with mufick fill our ears,
How the God, the God, appears !
He o'er barren hill and dale
Bade the farmer's toil avail;
Gave the linnet's note refin'd,
With its joys to charm mankind.
Mira, what fo clear as this,
Joy in others, gives us blifs ?
With our fuperfluous ftore,
Let us clothe and feed the poor.
Worth that from the public flies,
Let us feek and patronize;
Worth that hopes for no difplay,
'Till that all difclofing day;
Mira! then may you and I,
Claim a manfion in the sky.

FORTITUDE has its extremes, as well as the reft of the virtues; and ought, like them, to be always attended with prudence.

THE end of learning is, to know God, and out of that knowledge, to love him, and to imitate him, as we may the neareft, by poffeffing our fouls of true virtue.

CICERO fays, "Vicious habits are fo great a ftain "to human nature, and fo odious in themfelves, that

every perfon actuated by right reafon, would avoid "them, though he was fure they would be always con"cealed both from God and man, and had no future "punishment entailed upon them."

AS to be perfectly juft, is an attribute of the divine nature; to be fo to the utmost of our abilities, is the glory of a man.

A VIRTUOUS habit of mind is fo abfolutely neceffary to influence the whole life, and beautify every particular action; to overbalance or repel all the gilded charms of avarice, pride, and felf-intereft, that a man defervedly procures the lafting epithets of good or bad, as he appears either fwayed by it, or regardless of it.

A MAN of virtue is an honour to his country, a glory to humanity, a fatisfaction to himself, and a benefactor to the world. He is rich, without oppreffion or difhonesty, charitable without oftentation, courteous without deceit, and brave without vice.

ANGER may glance into the breast of a wife man, but reft only in the bofom of fools.

WHEN the laft hour feems to be approaching, all terreftrial advantages are viewed with indifference; and the value that we once fet upon them, is difregarded or forgotten. And if the fame thought was always predominant, we fhould then find the abfurdity of ftretching out our arms inceffantly to grafp that which we cannot keep, and wearing out ourfelves in endeavours to add new turrets to the fabric of ambition, when the foundation itself is shaking, and the ground on which it stands is mouldering away.

TO him who is animated with a view of obtaining approbation from the Sovereign of the Univerfe, no difficulty fhould feem infurmountable.

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WE have seen those virtues which have, while living, retired from the public eye, generally tranfmitted to pofterity, as the trueft objects of admiration and praise.

A Hymn.-Pfalm VIIIth.

LORD! how illuftrious is thy name,
Whose pow'r both Heav'n and earth proclaim!
When I the Heav'ns, thy fabric, fee,
The moon and ftars, difpofed by thee;
O! what is man, or his frail race,
That thou fhould'ft fuch a fhadow grace?
Next to thy angels moft renown'd,
With majesty and glory crown'd!
All that on dales and mountains feed,
All that the woods and deserts breed,
Whate'er thro' airy regions flees,
Or fwims in deep and ftormy feas,
Thou all beneath his feet haft laid,
King of thy whole creation made.
Lord! how illuftrious is thy name,
Whose pow'r both Heav'n and earth proclaim!

I ENVY no one's birth or fame,
Their title, train or drefs;

Nor has my pride e'er ftretch'd its aim,
Beyond what I poffefs.

I afk not, wifh not, to appear

More beauteous, rich, or gay. Lord make me wifer every year, And better every day!

A WISE and virtuous man can never be proud; nor can he be exalted in his thoughts at any advantages he has above others; because he is confcious of his own weakness and inability to become either wife or virtuous, by any thing he finds in his own power: and his fenfe of the goodness of the bountiful God in beftowing upon him more abundantly, what he has been pleafed

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more fparingly to vouchfafe to others, will infpire his foul with humility, thankfulness and adoration.

MEN generally love to have their praises proclaimed, Hot whispered. There are not many who can have the patience to stay till the day of judgment, to receive the approbation and applaufe of their good actions.

Verfes written on the Severity of Winter.

WHILE the fierce winter rages all around, And the hard earth's with frofty fetters bound; While clothes its furface a thin garb of fnow, And rapid rivers now no longer flow: Tho' keen the piercing cold, the vital flood The rich can warm with raiment, fire, and food; But whence the poor enable to sustain Oppreffive want, and hunger's urgent pain? How is it, naked, hungry-they can bear, In their defencelefs ftate, the piercing air? Whence shall their wants the juft fupply receive? Ought man refufe, when God empow'rs to give 2 None can-but those in whom compaffion fails; In whom nor love of God nor man prevails; In whom all ferious fenfe of duty's loft, Colder their hearts than fnow, and harder than the froft.

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ALL have their frailties. Whoever looks for a friend without imperfections, will never find what he seeks; we love ourselves with all our faults, and we ought to love our friend in like manner.

THERE is nothing fo engaging as a benevolent difpofition. This temper makes a man's behaviour inoffenfive, affable, and obliging; it multiplies friends, and difarms the malice of an enemy.

A MAN without complaifance, ought to have a great deal of merit in the room of it.

HE whofe honeft freedom makes it his virtue to fpeak what he thinks, makes it his neceffity to think what is good.

HYMN for the MORNING.

ON thee, each morning, O my God!

My waking thoughts attend;

In whom are founded all my hopes,

And all my wishes end.

My foul, in pleafing wonder loft,
Thy boundless love furveys,
And, fir'd with grateful zeal, prepares,
Her facrifice of praise.

Thou lead'ft me thro' the maze of sleep,
And bring'ft me fafe to light,
And with the fame paternal care,
Conduct'ft my steps till night.
When ev'ning flumbers prefs mine eyes,
With thy protection bleft,
In peace and fafety I commit
My wearied limbs to reft.
My fpirit, in thy hand secure,
Fears no approaching ill;
For, whether waking or afleep,
Thou, Lord! art with me ftill.
What fit return can I, weak flesh,
Make to Almighty Pow'r !
For fo much goodness, fo much love!
Such mercies every hour!

I'll daily, to th' aftonifh'd world,

His wond'rous acts proclaim,
Whilst all with me fhall praifes fing,
With me fhall blefs his name.

At morn, at noon, at night, I'll ftill,
The growing work purfue;

And him alone will praise, to whom
Alone all praise is due.

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