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What arrows pierce so deep as fin !
Oh! if I trust thy sov'reign skill,
APOSTROPHe to LIBERTY.'.
If such th' oppression, such the poignant woe,,
T'asfert the right, and set the example too. Glorious attempt! which all the world commends,'s Where grace presides, or polish'd life extends.
HOPE is the chief blessing of man, and that hope only is rational, of which we are certain that it cannot deceive us,
IT is juftly considered as the greatest excellency of art, to imitate nature; but it requires judgment to distinguish those parts of nature which are most proper for imitation.
NO. man, whose appetites are his masters, can perform the duties of his nature with strictness and regularity. He that would be superior to external influences, muft first become superior to his own passions..
ALL kill ought to be exerted for universal good.Every man has owed much to others, and ought to pay the kindness that he has received.
IT has been observed, in all ages, that the advantages of nature, or of fortune, have contributed very little to the promotion of real happiness; and that those whom the splendour of their rank, or the extent of their capacity, have placed upon the summits of human life, have not often given any just occasion to envy in those who look up to them from a lower station.
JUSTICE may be defined, that virtue which impels us to give to every person what is his due. In this extended sense of the word, it comprehends the practice of every virtue which reason prescribes, or society should expect. Our duty to our Maker, to each other, and to ourselves, are fully answered, if we give them what we owe them.Thus justice, properly speaking, is the only virtue, and all the reft have their 'origin in it.
TENDERNESS, without a capacity of relieving, only, makes the heart that feels it, nearly as wretched as the object which sues for afbítance.
EDUCATION should teach us to become useful, fober, disinterested, and laborious members of fociety; but does
it not at present point out a different path? It teaches us to multiply our wants, by which means we become more eager to possess, in order to diffipate, a greater charge to ourselves, and more useless or obnoxious to society.
The following STANZA was written by a Youth of Ten.
Years old on his Birth Day.
To the Author of the above, by his Father.
Still may thy days with added luitre rise,
And gives thee, perfect, to thy native skies!
colours of duration's ray
Thine, life immortal — thine eternal day..
Written in Dr. Young's Night THOUGHTS.
PERHAPS, as through these gloomy isles he stray'd,
When all the works of fancy fade away,
THERE is no real felicity for man, but in reforming all his errors and vices, and entering upon a strict and conitant course of virtue. This only makes life comfortable, renders death serene and peaceful, and secures eternal joy and blessedness hereafter.
If you defire to be wiser yet, think yourself not yet wife; and if you improve in felf-knowledge, despise not the instructions of another. He that instructs him that thinks himself wise enough, hath a fool for his scholar; he that: thinks himself wise enough to instruct himself, hath a fool for his master,
VIRTUE is that perfect good which is the crown of a happy life, the only immortal thing that belongs to mortality: it is an invincible greatness of mind, not to be elevated or dejected by good or ill fortune : it is sociable and gentle, free, steady, and fearless, content within itself, full of inexhaustible delights, and it is valued for itself.
LET us call to mind the poverty and meanness that attended the condition of our blessed Saviour here on earth, and alienate our affections from the things of this world, fixing them upon the ineffable joys purchased by him for us in another. He lived poor and low all his days; “ Though “ he was rich, yet for our fakes he became poor.” So poor, that he was never owner of a house to dwell in, but lived all his days in the habitations of other men, or in the
REASON, or understanding, is the candle of the soul, which, if enlightened by the Holy Spirit, will guide you into the path that leads to glory, immortality, and eternal life. Endeavour to be a candle to your neighbours and acquaintance by your exemplary life and conduct in the world. “ Let your light fo shine before men, that they may, fee.
your good works, and glorify your Father which is in " heaven.”
BE not captivated with the meer appearance of felicity, which is but outside Thew, like the men of gaiety and pleasure, who are enamoured with, and frequently deluded by, the empty and trifling amusements of a thoughtless age; but be
solicitous for a share in those momentous and never-fading realities of another and better world.
FAIR as the dawning light! auspicious gueft! Source of all comforts to the human breaft! Depriv'd of thee, in fad despair we moan, And tedious roll the heavy moments on. Tho' beauteous objects all around us rise To charm the fancy, and delight the eyes ; Thoʻ art's fair works, and nature's gifts conspire To please each fense, and satiate each desire, 'Tis joyless all-'till thy enliv'ning ray Scatters the melancholy gloom away. Then opens to the soul a heav'nly scene, Gladness and peace, all sprightly, all serene. Where dost thou deign, say, in what blest retreat, To choose thy mansion, and to fix thy seat? Thy sacred presence how shall we explore, Can av’rice gain thee with her golden store ? Can vain ambition with her boalted charms Tempt thee within her wide extended arms ? No, with Content alone canst thou abide, Thy fister ever smiling by thy fide. When boon companions, void of ev'ry care, Crown the full bowl, and the rich banquet share, And give a loose to pleasure-art thou there? Or when the eager swains pursue the chase With active limbs, and health in every face, Is it thy voice that wakening up the morn, Cheers the staunch hound, and winds the jolly horn? Or when th' assembled great and fair advance To celebrate the mask, the play, the dance, Whilst beauty spreads its sweetest charms around, And airs extatic fwell their tuneful sound, Art thou within the pompous circle found? Does not thy influence more sedately shine ? Can such tumultuous joys as these be thine ? Surely, more mild, more constant in their course, Thy pleasures issue from a nobler source, From sweet discretion ruling in the breast, From passions temper’d, and from fins represt,