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How just the moral in this scene convey'd !

And what without a moral wou'd we read ? Then mark what Damon tells his gentle maid,

And with his lesson register the deed. 'Tis thus life's cheerful seasons roll away ;

Thus threats the winter of inclement age; Our time of action but a summer's day;

And earth's frail orb the sadly-varied stage! And does no pow'r its friendly aid dispense,

Nor give us tidings of some happier clime ? Find we no guide in gracious Providence

Beyond the stroke of death, the verge of time? Yes, yes, the sacred oracles we hear,

That point the path to realms of endless day: That bids our hearts, nor death, nor anguish fear,

This future transport, that to life the way. Then let us timely for our flight prepare,

And form the soul for her divine abode ; Obey the call, and trust the Leader's care

To bring us safe thro' virtue's paths to God.
Let no fond love for earth exact a figh,

No doubts direct our steady steps aside;
Nor let us long to live, nor dread to die :
Heav'n is our hope, and Providence our guide.

The LOADSTONE, FROM how small and inconsiderable causes doth the omniscient Creator produce the most important effe&ts ! Who would conceive that a mineral of this sort should tend to such extensive utility! But we may observe, that in nature, as well as in grace, the mighty Maiter, as it were to teach men humility, and to deride the vaft efforts of human power, thus constantly acteth, using the mean and apparently contemptible things of the earth, to confound, we are told, the strong and the wise. Let not then the low and fervile appearance which our blessed Saviour put on among us; let not the shameful death he deigned to die ; let not the obscurity of his apoftles, the

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lowness of their births, the servility of their occupation, their ignorance of human learning, at all disgust or offend us: nay, rather let it confirm our faith, and satisfy us, that this is most agreeable to the sovereign Ruler's manner, and the strongest proof of his intervening power to whom easy and arduous are the same; who can work as effectually by the weak as by the strong: and who, from the meanness of the instrument, more abundantly confutes the arrogancy of mortals, and establishes his own unparalelled glory.

PHILOSOPHY teaches us to endure afflictions, but Christianity to enjoy them by turning them into bleflings,

COUNT OXENSTIERN, Chancellor of Sweedland, who had had so grcat a part in the principal negociations of Europe, being visited in his retreat from publick business, by the Ambassador from England, in the conclusion of his discourse, said to the Ambassador, “ I have seen much, " and enjoyed much of this world, but I never knew “ how to live till now; I thank my good God, who has “ given me time to know him, and to know myself,”

An Instance of LIBERALITY in a CHINESE.

LO-OUAL-TE, who had an employment at Nin-que, went one evening to sup with a superior magiftrate, who had invited him; the magistrate observing a more than ordinary alacrity in his countenance, was defirous to know the cause.--I will freely confess, said Lo, that I feel a true satisfaction in my mind; about fifteen poor people, whom a barren year had constrained to quit their village, and seek for fubfiftence elsewhere, having presented themselves before me, I distributed amongst them all the perquisites I had received since I came into my employment, to enable them to return home, and till their lands.This I did with glee; but that which gave me more sensible pleasure was, that of all my family, and numerous relations, who were witnesses of my liberality, not so much as one disapproved of it: on the contrary, they all

appeared

appeared very well fatisfied, and this is it that has occafioned the joy which you perceive in me.

CONSIDER yourself as a citizen of the world, and deem nothing which regards humanity undeserving your notice.

So idle, yet so restlessy are our minds, We climb the Alps, and brave the raging winds 3 Thro' various toils to seek content we roam, Which but with thinking right were our's at home. For not the ceaseless change of shifted place Can from the heart a settled grief erase ; Nor can the purer balm of foreign air Heal the distemper'd mind of aching care.

SOME medicines are nauseous and unpleasant to the tatte, though most efficacious in working a cure; these may represent several crosses and afflictions we meet with in this vale of tears: though they are displeasing and grievous to the flesh, they tend to the happiness of our immortal souls, by weaning our affections from earth, and all the fading honours and glories of this world; and Shewing us the vanity and uncertainty of every creaturely comfort they lead us to the great Jehovah, the fountain of all true happiness, and teach us to depend on him alone for glory and felicity, in that future blessed itate, where all

tears shall be wiped away from our eyes, and affliction, pain, and grief be known no more,

AS there is no prosperous ftate of life without its calamities, fo there is no adversity without its benefits.

An ELEGY on EVÉNING.

HAIL! sober eve, whose robe of dusky grey

Each blooming verdant landscape doth inveft; Now hush'd the rude tumultuous glare of day ;

Now vcil'd those fow'ry scenes that charm'd my breaft, VOL. II.

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Where Where now the shepherd, who at ease reclin'd,

On some green turf beside yon trick’ling rills ? Where now the breeze, rais'd by the western wind?

Where now the cattle on a thousand hills ? A folemn shade eclipses nature's face ;

The tuneful tribes in artful nefts are laid ; Each shepherd with his cattle finds a place,

Where toil by balmy neep is well repaid : Sweet fleep! inspiring dreams of harmless kind,

Where no ambitious fretful care annoys,
Nor scene luxurious cloys the fated mind;

Which nature's purest genuine bliss destroys,
For seldom doth the luckless monarch taste
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untainted bliss within his breast, As doth the virtuous shepherd on the waste,

When noon-day heat lulls all his frame to reit, Vain, then, the keen pursuit of fortune's plume!

And vain the glitt'ring honours earth bestows, Unless it to the owner's breast become

A true perennial source of calm repose. But, ah! 'tis seldom honours can impart

Such true celestial comforts to the breast;
Can whisper sweet contentment to the heart,

Or lull discordant passions into reft.
No:-Like rude Boreas' breath upon the sea,

The gales of wealth to hideous storms arise, - And blown by avarice and vanity,

The facred mansion of the soul disguise. For let this folemn truth invade your ear,

Ye gaudy tribes, that grasp at pow'r and fame, That push with boldness to bring up the rear,

Of those that toil to gain a mighty name :
That earth-born trifes ne'er can bless the mind;

Like visionary shadows quick they pafs;
By such the soul is often hurt, we'find,
As breathing dims the lustre of the glass.

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For what, alas! is all the pow's, the wealth,

That earth can yield ? how empty is the whole, Join'd to illustrious parentage and health,

When put in balance with th' immortal soul? For these shall moulder, perish, and decay;

And ruin o’er creation's face shall come:
But when the sun and fars shall fade away,

The fout shall boaft an uncorrupted bloom.
Alas ! how empty then our hopes and fears,
- For fancied ills which seldom do moleft!
Why wish for transport in this vale of tears,

Or let its absence discompose the breast ?
- Whar, tho' the bluft'ring storms of life arise,

And grief ufurp fair joy's alluring place!
A milder scene awaits us in the kies,
: Where fin dare never shew its odious face.
The soul that keeps this glorious prize in view,

Superior mounts above each trilling aim,
The hydra forms of vice strives to subdue,

And moves towards that heav'n from whence it came. This is the mark supreme: my foul attend;

Know thy own dignity, nor scorn thy worth; Behold! th' angelic train assistance lend, .: To raise thee from the grov'ling scenes of earth.

For, ah! they fly, like day's iliufive schemes, . When once the fervent hear of life is o'er ; · When facred reason gilds with clearest beams,

· And visionary shadows please no more.
Hail, night! thoú gentle emblematic shade

Of thao tremendous peribd fix'd' by God,
When drear forgetfulness Niall veil the dead,
.!. And fame be loit beneath the green grass fod.
This ends the race of feeble man below;

Nor pow'r, nor honour, fame, nor youthful bloom,
Can gain a respite from the dreadful blow.
'Tis virtue only triumphs o'er the tomb,
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