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IT is the duty of every individual to be a friend to man. kind, as it is his intereit, that men thould be friendly to him.
A KIND benefactor makes a man happy as soon as he can, and as much as he can. There should be no delay in a benefit, but the modesty of the receiver.
NO man ever was a loser by good works; for, though he may not be immediately rewarded, yet, in process of time, some happy emergency or other occurs to convince him, that virtuous men are the darlings of Providence.
NUMA POMPILIUS thought the company of good men fo real a pleasure, that he esteemed it preferable to a diadem: and, when the Roman Ambassadors solicited him to accept of the government, he frankly declared, among other reasons for declining it, “ that the conversation of
men who assemble together to worship God, and to “ maintain an amicable charity, was his business and
PLUTARCH advises to moderate and correct all base, unworthy, and hurtful paflions; that in all our conversation we may be open-hearted; and that we may not seek to over-reach or deceive others in any of our dealings.
THERE is no true felicity but in a clear and open conscience; and those are the happy conversations, where only such things are spoken and heard, as we can reflect upon afterwards with satisfaction, free from any mixture of shame or repentance.
COVETOUSNESS is an eager defire of getting and keeping the goods of this life in a manner that is contrary to the command of God, and inconsistent with the welfare of men.
It consists in an habitual tendency or luft of the foul, whereby it is carried out and inclined towards the enjoyment of worldly riches, as its highest end and chiefest good. Vol. II.
OR On the Birth of an Infanti Welcome little helpless stranger,
Welcome to the light of day; Smile upon thy happy mother,
Smile and chase her pains away.
Lift thy eyes and look around thee,
Various objects court thy sight; Nature spreads her verdant carpet,
Earth was made for thy delight,
Welcome to a mother's bosom,
Welcome to a father's arms; Heir to all thy father's virtues,
Heir to all thy mother's charms.
Joy thou bring 'st but mixt with trembling;
Anxious joys and tender fears, Pleasing hopes and mingled forrows,
Smiles of transport dash'd with tears.
Who can say what lies before thee,
Calm or tempeft, peace or strife ; With what various turns and trials
Heaven may mark thy chequer'd life.
Who can tell what eager passions
In this little breait shall beat, When ambition, love, or glory
Shall invade this peaceful seat.
Who can tell how wide the branches
Of this tender plant may spread? While beneath this ample shadow
Swains may rest and flocks be fed.
Angels guard thee lovely blossom,
Hover round and shield from ill;
A SUDDEN death is the object of universal dread.-And certainly, nothing can be a more affecting spectacle, than to behold gay unthinking creatures, removed in a moment, from the tumultuous hurries of the world, and t'ie defiling pleasures of sin, to the enlightened tribunal of God; where they must receive an irrevocable sentence, according to the deeds done in the body.
THOUGH the king of terrors hourly extends his conqueits over all sorts and conditions of men, who are all made of the same mould, and must all crumble into the same dust; though, this day, one friend mournfully follows another to his long home; and, when a few glasses more are run, others attend him to the like melancholy manfions of the dead; though we frequently see some leaving this world in their full strength and vigour, wholly at ease and quiet, and though we often see those go first to the grave that came lait into the world; yet notwithstanding the many and conftant summonses to think seriously of this great change, with what unaccountable folly, do the generality of mankind, cheat themfelves out of an eternity of bliss, by their supine neglect of a timely preparation for their last hour. Death creeps upon them under such circumstances, how importunately do they then apply to heaven in words like those of the distrefied Palmiit : “ O spare me a little that “ I may recover myself before I go hence, and am no more “ seen!” But such late withes are in vain : nothing can keep off the deadly stroke.
THUS fond man himself deluding,
Building fancy'd joys on high :
All his airy prospects die.
Lighter than a water bubble
Are the transports earth can give,
To be virtuous is to live.
The PROGRESS of Lire.
HOW gaily is at first begun
Our life's uncertain race, Whilst the sprightly morning sun, With which we first set out to run
Enlightens all the place.
How smiling the world's prospect lies
How tempting to look thro'?
Does more inviting shew.
How promising the Book of Fate,
"Till throughly understood; Whilft partial hopes such lots create That does the youthful fancy cheat
With all that's great and good.
How soft the first ideas move
That wander in our mind; How full the joy, how fair the love, · Which does that early season move
Like flow'rs the western wind.
Our fighs are then but vernal air,
But April drops our tears, Which swiftly passing, all grows fair, Whilst beauty compensates our care,
And youth each vapour clears.
But oh! too soon, alas ! we climb,
Scarce feeling we ascend
And all its sweetness end.
The The die once cait, cur fortune known,
Fond expectation paft;
Thro' which we toil at lait.
Then ev'ry care's a driving harm,
That helps to bear us down,
And ev'ry look a frown.
IN some cases it requires more courage to live than to die. He that is not prepared for death, shall be perpetually troubled, as well with vain apprehensions as with real: dangers; but the important point is, to secure a wellgrounded hope of a biefied immortality:
LET us all fo order our conversation in the world, that we may live, when we are dead, in the affections of the bet, and leave an honourable teftimony in the consciences of the worst. Let us oppress none do good to all; that we may say when we die, as good Ambrose did, “ I am “c. neither ashamed to live, nor afraid to die!”
DRUNKENNESS being nothing but a voluntary mad. ness, it emboldens men to undertake all forts of mischief. It both irritates wickedness, and discovers it'; it does not only make men vicious, but thews them to be so; and the end of it is either shame or repentance.
If you would not be thought a fool in other's conceit, be not wise in your own; he that truits to his own wisdom, proclaims his own folly,