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what I had from thence; I commend, from the bottom of my heart, the same to your, I hope, happy use. Hugh! let us be more generous than to believe we die as the beasts that perish ; but with a Christian, manly, brave resolution, look to what is eternal. I will not trouble
you fạrther. The only great and holy God, Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft, direct you to an happy end of your life, and send us a joyful resurrection. So prays your true friend,
HEAV'N from all creatures hides the book of fate,
Ind licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
“ Į KNOW by experience, (faid Louis, the late Duke pf Orleans) that sublunary grandeur and sublunary pleasure are delusive and vain, and are always infinitely below the conceptions we form of them: but, on the contrary, such happiness and such complacency may be found in devotion and piety, as the sensual mind has no idea of.”
IT is the business of moralifts to detect the frauds of fortune, and to show that she imposes upon the careless eye, by a quick succession of shadows, which will shrink to nothing in the gripe ; that the disguises life in extrinfick ornaments, which serve only for thow, and are laid aside in the hours of solitude and of pleasure; and, that, when greatness aspires either to felicity or wisdom, it shakes off those distinctions which dazzle the gazer, and awe the supplicant.
The dying SAINT.
Who liv'd averse to fin;
The good man's joys begin.
See smiling patience smooth his brow!
To lift his soul on high ;
Who taught him how to die.
The horrors of the grave and hell,
In vain their gloom display ;
Their darknefs into day.
No forrow drowns his lifted eyes,
As from the finner's breait :
And heals his soul with rest.
O grant, my Saviour and my Friend,
And calm my ev'ning's close;
To him from whence 1 rose.
IT is from the principles of virtue and religion only that mankind can be cheerful in poffeffing life, and easy in the relignation of it. Pe
OH! happy they, who by a life well spent,
THE temper of Sir Isaac Newton is said to have been so equal and mild, that no accident could disturb it; and a remarkable instance of it is authenticated by a person who is still 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 Isaac returned, having been absent but a few minutes, he had the mortification to find, that his dog having thrown down a lighted candle among some papers, the nearly finished labour of many years was in fames, and almost consumed to alhes. This loss, as he was then very far advanced in years, was irretrievable; yet, without once striking the dog, he only rebuked him with this exclamation : « Oh! Diamond, Diamond! thou little knoweft the « mischief thou hast done!"
- OH, lovely Truth! say where's thy dwelling found; Where shall I fix my foot on folid ground? 'Im out at fea! nor harbour can efpy! 'Tis all a boundless scene of sea and lky! How shall I then my little bark direct? What chart shall guide her, and what port protect ? Where shall i fix iny anchor? how explore Thunerring way to Truth's all peaceful shore ? I ask in fear:- fear thefe learned shocks, Thele dangerous quicksands and destructive rocks.
Extensive knowledge oft o'ersets the mind,
SOLITUDE is the hallowed ground which religion hath, in every age, chosen for her own. There, her inspiration is felt, and her secret mysteries elevate the soul. There, falls the tear of contrition; there, rises towards heaven the. sigh of the heart; there, melts the soul with all the tendernefs. of devotion; and pours itself forth before him who. made, and him who redeemed it.
THE splendid vanities of life despise,',
THOU attribute divine! thou ray of God! Immortal reason! come, and with thee bring, In thy exulting train, invincible, The honest purpose, and the cheerful heart; The joyful fancy, fill'd with images Of truth, of science, and of social love. There is no ground for fear, while we are good: Nature's the nurse, and Providence the gaide.
Parent of virtue, nurse of thought,
Whate'ér exalts, refines, and charms, Invites to thought, to virtue warms; Whate'er is perfect, fair, and good, We owe to thee, sweet Solitude.
In these bleft shades thou dost maintain:
With thee the charm of life shall last, .
No more with this vain world perplex'd;