what I had from thence; I commend, from the bottom of my heart, the fame to your, I hope, happy ufe. Dear Sur Hugh! let us be more generous than to believe we die as the beafts that perifh; but with a Christian, manly, brave refolution, look to what is eternal. I will not trouble you farther. The only great and holy God, Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft, direct you to an happy end of your life, and fend us a joyful refurrection. So prays your true friend, "MARLBOROUGH.” HEAV'N from all creatures hides the book of fate, The lamb thy riot dooins to bleed to-day, "I KNOW by experience, (faid Louis, the late Duke of Orleans) that fublunary grandeur and fublunary pleasure are delufive and vain, and are always infinitely below the conceptions we form of them: but, on the contrary, fuch happiness and fuch complacency may be found in devotion and piety, as the fenfual mind has no idea of." IT is the bufinefs of moralifts to detect the frauds of fortune, and to show that the impofes upon the careless eye, by a quick fucceffion of fhadows, which will fhrink to nothing in the gripe; that the difguifes life in extrinfick ornaments, which ferve only for thow, and are laid afide in the hours of folitude and of pleasure; and, that, when greatnefs afpires either to felicity or wifdom, it shakes off thofe diftinctions which dazzle the gazer, and awe the fupplicant. The The dying SAINT. WHEN life's tempestuous ftorms are o'er, See fmiling patience smooth his brow! While eager for the bleft abode, The horrors of the grave and hell, No forrow drowns his lifted eyes, His God, the God of peace and love, And heals his foul with reft. O grant, my Saviour and my Friend, To him from whence I rofe. IT is from the principles of virtue and religion only that mankind can be cheerful in poffeffing life, and eafy in the refignation of it. P 2 OH! OH! happy they, who by a life well spent, THE temper of Sir Ifaac Newton is faid to have been fo equal and mild, that no accident could disturb it; and a remarkable inftance of it is authenticated by a person who is ftill living. He had a favourite little dog, which he called Diamond; and being one day called out of his study into the next room, Diamond was left behind him. When Sir Ifaac returned, having been abfent but a few minutes, he had the mortification to find, that his dog having thrown down a lighted candle among fome papers, the nearly finished labour of many years was in flames, and almost confumed to ashes. This lofs, as he was then very far advanced in years, was irretrievable; yet, without once ftriking the dog, he only rebuked him with this exclamation: :-"Oh! Diamond, Diamond! thou little knoweft the "mifchief thou haft done!" OH, lovely Truth! fay where's thy dwelling found; Where shall I fix my foot on folid ground? 'Im out at fea! nor harbour can eípy! "Tis all a boundless fcene of fea and sky! How fhall I then my little bark direct? What chart fhall guide her, and what port protect? Extenfive Extenfive knowledge oft o'erfets the mind, SOLITUDE is the hallowed ground which religion hath, in every age, chofen for her own. There, her infpiration is felt, and her fecret myfteries elevate the foul. There, falls the tear of contrition; there, rifes towards heaven the figh of the heart; there, melts the foul with all the tendernefs of devotion; and pours itself forth before him who made, and him who redeemed it. gay: THE fplendid vanities of life defpife, P3 T THOU THOU attribute divine! thou ray of God! The honeft purpofe, and the cheerful heart; Of truth, of science, and of focial love. SOLITUDE. SWEET Solitude, thou placid queen, Parent of virtue, nurse of thought, Whate'er exalts, refines, and charms, In these bleft fhades thou doft maintain On thy repose, sweet Solitude. With thee the charm of life shall last, No more with this vain world perplex'd; An |