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will come when we shall out-grow the relish of childith amusements; and, if we are not provided with a taste for manly satisfactions to succeed in their room, we must of course become miserable, at an age more difficult to be pleased.

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THE most sure way to make any proficiency in a virtuous life, is to set out in it betimes. It is then, when our inclinations are trained

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way that they should lead us, that custom soon makes the best habits the most agreeable; the ways of wisdom become the ways of pleasantness, and every step we advance, they grow more easy and more delightful. But, on the contrary, when vicious head-strong appetites are to be reclaimed, and inveterate habits to be corrected, what security can we give ourselves, that we shall have either inclination, refolution, or power, to stop and turn back, and recover the right way from which we have so long and so widely wandered, and enter upon a new life, when perhaps our strength' now faileth us, and we know not how near we may be to our journey's end ?

AN Italian philofopher expreffed in his motto, " that «t time was his estate;" an estate indeed, which will

produce nothing without cultivation, but will always abundantly repay the labours of industry, and satisfy the most: extensive desires, if no part of it be suffered to lie waste by negligence, to be over-run with noxious plants, or laid qut for few rather than for ufe.

SPEAK well, or speak, nothing; so if others be not better by your filence, they will not be worse by your discourse.

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FROM all the busy scenes of life;
The noise of war! the Senate's strife,
The empty sounds of rising fame,
And heroes bleeding for a name,

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Grant me, O Power Supreme, a place,
Where all these jarring tumults ceafe.
Have just enough, to bear me o'er
The stage of life, nor rich, nor poor,
But bleit amidst fome rural scenes,
Of purling brooks, and flow'ry greens,
Enraptur'd rove,- and there enjoy,
What man can't give, nor man destroy,


O! gracious God, regard a suppliant's prayer ;
Sooth all my pangs, and save me from despair ;
Illuminate my soul with gladsome rays,
And tune my voice to thy eternal praise;
Dispel the clouds of darkness from my eyes,
And make me know that to be good is wise !
Let Christian precepts all my soul employ,
And be not more my duty than my joy!
Let conscience, void of art, and free from guile,
Still in my bofom innocently smile ;
Hence shall I learn my talent to improve,
If poor, by patience; and if rich, by love :
If fortune smiles, let me be virtue's friend,
And where I go let charity attend;
Within my bofom let compassion dwell,
To soften all the woes which others feel ;
T'affwage, by kind relief, affliction's fighs,
“And wipe the falling tear from widows eyes ;
To feed the hungry, the distress'd to cheer,
The needy fuccour, and the feeble rear;
Hence shall my mind inflam'd with public good,
Unhaken stand in midst of plenty's flood;


THINK not that I'm unsocial grown,
Because I leave the busy town.
No cynic manners I approve,
But friendship’s purest blessings love.


Our mutaal failings make us own,
We were not born to live alone,
Tis true, my friend, I am a foe
To empty trifles, noise, and thew;
To practices of ev'ry kind,
That taint the morals of the mind.

Come taste with me the rural joys,
Remote from hurry, pomp, and noise :
Here let us view great nature's frame,
And trace her whence her wonders came;
Thro' all, bright marks of wisdom Thine,
That prove the forming hand divine.
See how the ties of union bind
Of beings, ev'ry sev'ral kind!
Mark how yon rolling orbs above,
Thro' fields of space, in order move !
The lowly fhrub, the tow'ring tree,
Obey their Maker's fix'd decree:
The ocean wide, the purling rill,
And brute creation do his will;
Perform their diff'rent tasks assign'd,
While man alone to heav'n is blind.

Leave for a while the busy train.
Of mortals in pursuit of gain,
What folly thus with toil to heap
Vast wealth, which long we cannot keep

Remote from envy, noise, and strife,
That poison all the joys of life,
Let me, like some fair tree, be plac'd
Midit fragrant gales, and waters chaste;
Let truth and virtue be the root,

Then happiness will be the fruit. we ought to make a good improvement of past and present afflictions. If they are not sanctified to us, they become a double cross; but if they work rightly in us, and convince us of our failings, and how juftly we are afflicted, they do us much good. — Affliction is fpiritual physic for the soul, and is compared to a furnace, for as gold is tried and purified therein, fo men are proved; and either purified from their drofs, and fitted for good uses, or else entirely burnt up, and undone for ever. Therefore may all, who labour under any kind of affliction, have reason to say with Job, " When he hath tried me, I shall:

come forth as gold."

A FALSE friend, like a shadow, attends only while the fun shines.


BE thine those feelings of the mind,

That wake at honour's, friendship's call;
Benevolence, that unconfined

Extends her liberal hand to all.
By sympathy's untutor'd voice

Be taught her social laws to keep;
Rejoice, if human heart rejoice,

if human eve shall weep.
The heart that bleeds for other's woes,

Shall feel each selfish forrow less :
His breast who happiness bestows,

Reflecting happiness shall blefs.
Each ruder pallion ftill withstood

That breaks o'er virtue's fober line;
The tender, noble, and the good

To cherish and indulge, be thine. IN bestowing your alms, inquire not so much in to the person as his necesity. God looks not fo much upon the merit of him that requires, as into the manner of him that relieves ;. if the man deserves not, you have given to humanity.

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Let thy fweet form serenely glide

Thro’ this dark veil of woe,
Whilst soft compaffion at thy side

Bids ítreams of bounty flow.
O banish from the widow'd breast

The gloom of grief and care ;
The orphan's sorrows footh to reft,

And wipe off ev'ry tear.
"Tis done-th' inspiring pow'r we feel,

And wait her mild command :
With social softness bosoms thrill,

And hearts with joy expand.
See from the lap of gen'rous wealth

She takes the golden store,
And deals out plenty, peace, and health,

To all the virtuous poor.
O! loveliest beam of light divine,

Thy chearing warmth bestow;
With thine own Aame our hearts refine,

And make it heaven below. GOD is Alpha and Omega in the great world let us endeavour to make him so in the little world : let us practise to make him our last thought at night when we sleep, and our first in the morning when we awake; so Mall our fancy be fan&tified in the night, and our understanding rectified in the day; so shall our relt be peaceful, and our labours prosperous ; our life pious, and our death glorious.

GRATIT V D E. O! HOW amiable is gratitude! especially when it has the Supreme Benefactor for its object. I have always looked upon gratitude as the most exalted principle that can actuate the heart of man. It has something noble, disinterested, and (if I may be allowed the term) generously devout. (Repentance indicates our nature fallen, and prayer turns chiefly, upon a regard to one's self.) But the exercises of gratitude fubfifted in paradise, when there was no fault to deplore; and will be perpetuated in heaven, when « God thall be all in all,”


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