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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,

6. MARLBOROUGH."

HEAV'N from all creatures hides the book of fate,
All but the page prescrib’d their present state :
From brutes, what men; from men, what spirits know :
Or who would suffer being here below!
The lamb thy riot dooins to bleed to-day,
Had he' thy reason, could he skip and play?
Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food,

Ind licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
Oh! blindness to the future ! kindly giv’n,
That each mạy fill the circle mark'd by heav'n,
Who sees, with equal eyes, as God of all,
A hero perish, or a sparrow fall.

“ 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.

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The dying SAINT.
WHEN life's tempestuous storms are o'er,
How calm he meets the friendly shore,

Who liv'd averse to fin;
Şuch peace on virtue's path attends,
That where the finner's pleafure ends

The good man's joys begin.

See smiling patience smooth his brow!
See bending angels downward bow!

To lift his soul on high ;
While eager for the bleit abode,
He joins with them to praise the God

Who taught him how to die.

The horrors of the grave and hell,
Those forrows which the wicked feel,

In vain their gloom display ;
For he who bids yon comet burn,
Or makes the night descend, can turn

Their darknefs into day.

No forrow drowns his lifted eyes,
No horror wrests the struggling fighs,

As from the finner's breait :
His God, the God of peace and love,
Pours kindly solace from above,

And heals his soul with rest.

O grant, my Saviour and my Friend,
Such joys may gild my peaceful end,

And calm my ev'ning's close;
While loos'd from every earthly tie,
With steady confidence I fly

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!

OH! happy they, who by a life well spent,
Enjoy a true and undisturb'd content;
Bless'd with a mind unconscious of offence,
Good-temper, modesty, and solid sense :
In search of happiness they never roam,
Convinc'd that jewel's only found at home;
Free from pride, envy, vanity, and art,
Humble, resign'd, and virtuous is their heart:
'I'heir lives thus easy, tranquil, and serene,
Without they're cheerful, and at peace within ;
'They neither wish nor fear their period nigh,
Content to live, and well prepard to die.

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

Extensive knowledge oft o'ersets the mind,
Like hoisting too much fails before the wind : ,
Yet ign’rance too is dang'rous ; 'tis a deep
That drowns the foul, or lulls her pow'rs asleep..
What then avails my search for mental bliss,
Since knowing, or not knowing, proves amiss ?
Debatings then adieu ! henceforth I'll steer,
As led by humble hope, and humble fear; .
l'll steer my bark to some sequester'd creck,
And itrive to hear what God and nature speak,
l'll steal away with modesty of mind,
And bid my hopes and wishes lie refign'd: :
I'll bid my clam'rous passions all be still,,
And learn that noble art to rule my will.
My little bark shall know her sov'reign's nod,
(Her master Jesus, and her pilot God ;)
This is the plan of peace by wisdom giv'n ;;
And revelation points this course to heav'n.

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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,',
So quickly o'er, so useless to the wise;
What real joy.can gain, or dress afford,
Or are we happier though they call us lord:
Let others flaunt, and throw their lives away,
Proud, wretched, foolish, handsome, rich, and gay: "
Let noise and hurry every hour engage,
Pomp, vifits, saunt'ring, tavern, court, or stage,
Nor envy we; but those with pity view
Who follow still false happiness for true;
Observe their errors, and observing thun,
And from their practice as deitruction run.

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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.

SOLLT ODB,
SWEET Solitude, thou placid queen,
Of modest air, and brow ferene,
'Tis thou inspir’st the poet's themes,
Wrap'd in soft visionary dreams.

Parent of virtue, nurse of thought,
By thee were faints and patriarchs taught;
Wisdom from thee her treasures drew,
And in thy lap fair science grew

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:
Thy peaceful unmolested reign ;,
No turbulent desires intrude
On thy repose, sweet Solitude.

With thee the charm of life shall last, .
E’vn when its-rosy bloom is past,
And when slow-pacing time shall spread
Its filver blossoms o'er my head.

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No more with this vain world perplex'd;
Thou shalt prepare me for the next :
The springs of life shall gently cease,
And angels point the way to peace.

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