AN HYMN. HAIL, King Supreme! all wife, and good; At morning, noon, and ev'ning mild, Oft as I gaze my heart exults Thy glory beams in every ftar, night, And decks the rofy face of morn The funny glade, the dew-bright lawn, The limpid ftream that warbling flows, From spray to fpray the ceaseless hymn Still, God of Nature, let these scenes So fhall my early tow'ring ftrain GOOD GOOD children will not lie, nor difpute, nor contradict, nor speak unprofitably; neither will they feek for excufe when they have done amifs, but be ready to confess ingenuously their faults, and beg forgiveness. We can never reasonably expect pardon of our fins, while we continue to excuse them. WE ought not too much to rejoice in pleafing men, or in being esteemed or praised by them, in being handsome, well cloathed, well provided for, and well accommodated in all things; for all these may terminate in sadness, which will be fo much the more afflicting, as we have fet our hearts more paffionately upon them. BE content with a few things; take delight in what is fimple and plain; mindful of that poverty which the Son of God took upon himself for you, and recommended to you. You are the difciples, he the Mafter and Teacher: you the fervants, he the Lord. Let the difciple rejoice in that he imitates his master: let the fervant be glad in that he follows his Lord. ADVICE to SWEARERS. LIKE all the num'rous fins which lawless rage, Vile thoughtless wretches for deftruction call, If nought will hence, let future judgment move, AS AS he that lives longeft, lives but a little while, every man may be certain that he has no time to waste. The duties of life are commenfurate to its duration, and every day brings its tafk, which, if neglected, is doubled on the morrow. But he that has already trifled away those months and years, in which he should have laboured, must remember, that of what he has now only a part, the whole is little; and that fince the few moments remaining are to be confidered as the laft truft of heaven, not one is to be loft. "OF him, to whom much is given, much fhall be required." Thofe to whom God has granted fuperior faculties, and more extenfive capacities, and made eminent for quickness of intuition, and accuracy of diftinction, will certainly be regarded as culpable in his eye, for defects and deviations which, in fouls lefs exalted and enlightened, may be guiltless. But, furely, none can think without horror on that man's condition, who has been more wicked in proportion as he has had more means of excelling in virtue, and used the light imparted from heaven only to embellish folly, and to palliate crimes. TO THEE, oh Father! fill'd with fervent zeal, Whatever itate thou fhalt for me ordain, Patient may I fuftain thy wife decree, And learn to know myself, and honour thee. } THERE is no probability that any one should do all the duty that is expected from him, or make that progress in piety, which the holiness and juftice of God requires of him, but he that is conftantly afraid of falling fhort of it. 1 ODE ODE to a FRIEND. WHY, oh my friend! fhould man be vain, On those undeck'd with wealth and state? Can fplendid robes, or beds of down, Can all the glories of a crown Give health, or smooth the brow of care? The scepter'd prince, the burthen'd flave, The Go fearch the tombs, where monarchs reft, So glides the meteor thro' the skies, And sweeps along a gilded train; Diffolves to common air again. TOO great an opinion of one's felf, with a defire after honours, and laying claim to more than is our share, is vanity and pride, which commonly disappoint their own purpose, and inftead of gaining efteem, bring a perfon into contempt. LEARN by the Bee from each event to find The THE HERMIT. AT the clofe of the day, when the hamlet is ftill, Ah! why thus abandon'd to darkness and woe? Now, gliding remote on the verge of the sky, 'Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more; Kind nature the embryo-bloffom shall fave,- SEQUEL to the HERMIT. 'TWAS thus, by the glare of falfe fcience betray'd, That leads, to bewilder; and dazzles, to blind; My thoughts wont to roam, from fhade onward to shade, Destruction before me, and forrow behind. · VOL. II. K "O! pity |