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For me, in that dread hour, when all around The light'nings flash, and thunders shake the ground, My homely cot be then


blest retreat, (Where calm contentment holds her peaceful seat,) Whose humble roof excludes the rushing rain, Its Shelter, woods, when whirlwinds sweep the plain ; While Delia here observes the light'nings blaze, And her quick throbbing breast her fear betrays, Be mine the tak these tumults to allay, And from her cheek to chase pale fear away.

MANY moralists have compared life to the ocean : which how smooth foever it may seem to invite us to its surface, the calm is deceitful, and will not long continue ; storms and tempests will arise and toss the troubled vessel. While we fail through lifc, we must not expect a perpetual serenity: difficulties, trials, and afflictions await all mankind; and happy they, who can steer their vessel safe amidst them into the harbour of everlasting rest!

SOME men are apt to conceive too high an opinion of the benefits they confer; they view them in too ftrong a light, and expect more in return than reason or justice will warrant.

THE great mind, as it finds the moft fatisfactory delight in obliging, is never hurt more than when its kindnesses are repeatedly mentioned; it enjoys greater pleasure from the noble reflection on the good it does, ihan from the selfish pride of the return it receives.

WHEN we consider. that as soon as this paffing moment of life is done, an immortality awaits us ; when eternal good or evil must be the consequence of our conduct in inis life; how absurd, as well as criminal, does it render the actions of those, who, with unwearied anxiety, labour to gratify their worldly or sensual paflions.

THERE is a peculiar charm in the serene and tranquil air of virtue, which enlightens all around it in the midit of the darkeit scenes, and the greatest calamities.

Apvice in WINTER.

THE needy poor'demand our care,
To screen them from th' inclement air,

And turn the storm aside,
From cots where oft disease and age
Unshelter'd, bear its piercing rage,

And modeft worth relide,

Where many an honelt couple dwell,
With num'rous offspring, once as well

As you with plenty bleft;
Who now in tatter'd rags confin'd
To fcanty meals of coafeit kind,

Do scarce a comfort taste.


While you enjoy the cheerful blaze :
In houses tight, with beds of ease,

Think then, how strong their elaim,
To comforts with which you

And which dispens'd to them, rebound,

And settle whence they came.

MEN in the greatest prosperity are often like trees laden with fruit, that break with the weight of their boughs, and are ruined by their own greatness.

TIME is given us, that we may take care of eternity;. and eternity will not be too long to regret the loss of our time, if we have mifpent it.

OUR light afilictions, which are but for a moment,' are sent for the wifeft purposes, and intended for our greatcit good, by taking off our affections from earthly things, and setting them on things above: they are the mean, through the blefing of God, of fitting us for the bleiied enjoyment of him in the mansions of blefedness an high.


OUR abode on earth is very precarious and uncertain : « This night thy soul inay be required of thee;" if so, be always ready to attend the summons at a moment's warning,

" THE kingdom of heaven,” or grace in the heart, is truly that “ pearl of great price,” which the good man only knows the value of, and enjoys with thankfulness and praise; it comes from God, leads to him, and terminates in the full enjoyment of him in the realms of bliss.

NOTHING can be more proper for a creature that borders upon eternity, and is hafting continually to his final audit, than daily to slip away from the circle of amusements, and frequently to relinquish the hurry of business, in order to consider and adjust “ the things that belong to his eternal peace.”

THE ftarting tear in pity's eye,

Outshines the diamond's brightest beams;
And the sweet blush of modesty,

More beauteous than the ruby seems.

IT is a proof of wisdom, frequently to meditate on the eternity of the soul, and to consider that the body must foon luffer a diffolution. Beauty is a flower which soon withers, health changes, and strength abates; but innocency is immortal, and a comfort both in life and death.

GOD, who is liberal and generous in all his other gifts, teaches us, by the wise ceconomy of his providence, how circumspect we ought to be in the right management of our time; for he never gives us two moments together, he gives us only the second as he takes away the first, and keeps the third in his hands, leaving us in an absolute ancertainty whether it fhall ever be ours or not,


SOME virtues are only seen in affliction, and fome in prosperity; fome in a private, and others in a publick capacity. But the great Sovereign of the world beholds every perfection in its obscurity: and not only fees what we do, but what we would do.

ONCE-I remember well the day,
'Twas e'er the blooming sweets of May

Had lost their freshest hues ;
When ev'ry flow'r on ev'ry hill,
In ev'ry vale, had drank its fill

Of sunshine and of dews.

In short, 'twas that sweet season's prime,
When spring gives up the reins of time

To summer's glowing hand :
And doubting mortals hardly know
By whose command the breezes blow

Which fan the smiling land.
"Twas then befide a green wood shade,
Which cloth'd a lawn's aspiring head,

I wing'd my devious way;
With loit'ring steps regardless where,
So soft so genial was the air,

So wond'rous bright the day.
And now my eyes with transport rove
O'er all the blue expanse above,

Unbroken by a cloud :
And now beneath delighted país,
Where winding thro' the deep green grass

A full brim'd river flow'd.
I ftop, I gaze, in accents rude
To thee, lerenest folitude,

Bursts forth ch' unbidden fay,
Begone vile world, the learn'd, the wile,
The great, the busy, I despise,
And pity ev'n the gay.


These, these are joys alone I cry;
'Tis here divine Philosophy

Thou deign'ft to fix thy throne :
Here contemplarion points the road
Through nature's charms to nature's God;

These, these are joys alone.
Adieu, ye vain low-thoughted caret,
Ye human hopes, and human fears,

Ye pleasures, and ye pains ! .
While thus I speak, o'er all my soul
A philofophick calmness stole,

A itoíc ftillnefs reigns.
The tyrant paffions all subfide,
Fear, anger, pity, shame, and pride,

No more my bosom move :
But yet I felt, or feem'd to feel,
A kind of visionary zeal,

Of univerfal love.

When, lo! a voice, a voice, I hear ;
'Twas reason whisper'd in my ear

These monitory strains :
What mean't thou man? wouldst thou unbind
The ties which contitute thy kind,

The pleasures and the pains.
The same almighty power unseen,
Who spreads the gay or solemn scene

To contemplation's eye:
Fix'd ev'ry movement of the soul,
Taught ev'ry wish its destin'd goal,

And quicken'd ev'ry joy.
He bids the tyrant passions rage;
He bids them war eternal wage,

And combat each his foe;
'Till from diffention's concord rise,
And beauties from deformities,

And happiness from woe.

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