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Sweet health to pass the moments o'er,
And joy when time shall be no more.

'TIS a contradiction to imagine, that reputation or praise is a suitable recompence for virtue ; fince it is a reward that nothing but vanity can make acceptable ; it declares a man both foolish and vicious, that can be pleased and fatisfied with it; and that his merit is only owing to his pride.

TRUE virtue, as it has no other aims than the ser: vice and honour of God, so the least and only recoms pence it aspires to, is his approbation and favour, MY God! my all-fufficient good!

My portion and my choice;
In thee are all my hopes renew'd,

And all my pow'rs rejoice.

GRANT me to live, and if I live, to find
The dear lov'd portion of a peaceful mind;
That health, that sweet content, that pleasing reft
Which God alone can give, as fuits me best.

CHARITY, decent, modeft, easy, kind,
Softens the high, and rears the abject mind;
Knows with just reins, and gentle hand to guide,
Betwixt vile shame, and arbitrary pride.
Not foon provok'd, she easily forgives ;
And much she suffers, as she much believes;
Soft peace the brings wherever she arrives,
She builds our quiet, as the forms our lives;
Lays the rough paths of peevith nature ev'n,
And opens

in each heart a little Heav'n. THERE is no preservative from vice, equal to an habitual and constant intercourse with God: Neither does any thing equally alleviate distress, or heighten prosperity ; in distress it fuftains us with hope, and in prosperity it adds to every other enjoyment, the delight of gratitude.

IN true good nature, there is neither the acrimony of fpleen, nor the sullenness of malice; it is neither clamorous nor fretful, neither easy to be offended, nor impa. tient to revenge ; it is a tender fenfibility, a participation of the pains and pleasures of others, and is therefore, a forcible and constant motive, to communicate happi. ness, and alleviate misery.

IT should be a general rule, never to utter any thing in conversation, which would justly dishonour us if it should be reported to the world.

TO a benevolent difpofition, every state of life will afford some opportunities of contributing to the welfare of mankind. Opulence and fplendour are enabled to dispel the cloud of adversity, to dry up the tears of the widow and the orphan, and to increase the felicity of all around them. Their example will animate virtue, and retard the progrefs of vice. And even indigence and obscurity, though without power to confer happiness, may at least prevent misery, and apprize those who are blinded by their passions, that they are on the brink of irremediable calamity.

O REPUTATION! dearer far than life,
Thou precious balsam, lovely, sweet of smell,
Whose cordial drops once spilt by some rash hand,
Not all thy owner's care, nor the repenting toil
Of the rude spoiler, ever can collect
To its first purity and native sweetness.

Solomon's good Wife paraphrased. Proverbs, 31st Chapte, THE wife, in whose foft, faithful bofom, dwells

The mingled warmth of love and virtue's flame, As much in worth the ruby's price excels,

As greatest merits highest honours claim.
On her the partner of her breast relies,

In her can fulleft confidence repose,
Can ev’n the pride and spoils of war despise,
For good, not ill, from all her conduct flows.


The wool and fax employ her willing hands,

And tho' domestic arts are most her care, Yet, as the merchant-fhip from diftant lands - Brings precious freight, she brings her food from far. E’er light the forces sleep's soft bands to yield,

And to her houshold gives refreshment due ;
With careful earnings purchases a field,

And, still more wond'rous, plants a vineyard too.
By daily use her arms their strength increase-
Her merchandize is good, she gladly finds;
And as by day her labours rarely ceafe,

By night her candle unextinguish'd shines.
Her lib'ral hand extends to all the poor,

Bestowing alms as diff'rent wants require ; Nor fears her houshold hardships may endure,

For they in scarlet boast a rich attire.
To clothe herself she weaves gay tapestry,

Purple and silk the labour of her hand,
With which bedeck’d, her husband fits on high,

Distinguish'd 'midst the elders of the land.
Fine linen also, by her art is made,

And girdles offer'd to the merchant's choice, While she in strength and honour well array'd,

Thro’ times to come shall happily rejoice. The law of kindness in her heart presides,

The words of wisdom from her lips distill, A meek discretion thro’ her houshold guides,

And duteous all their deftin'd task fulfil. Her children, rifing up with grateful voice,

Pronounce her bleft, as love or prudence sways, Her husband, conscious of his happy choice,

With pleasure joins their voluntary praise. Tho' many wives, in this and ages pait,

Of virtuous conduct bright examples shine,
Yet all to her, the first as well as last,

The palm of female excellence resign.
True as when spoke, remains the royal word,

" That favour's transient, and all beauty vain ;" But she who keeps his law, and fears the Lord, Shall the juft tribute of applause obtain.


WHEN we confider the different allotments of Providence to his creature man, in this state of existence, and compare the wants and sufferings of fome, with the ease and affluence of others, we should be almost ready to conclude, that the preserving care of our Heavenly Father was not equally extended to all; though he has assured us in fcripture, that he is no respecter of perfons; but we must be very cautious of making such an inference ; for as our Great Creator sees not as we see, and has a view in all his dispensations to the ultimate good of his creatures, we ought rather to suppose, that the particular condition of every man, so far from being an impeachment of divine impartiality, is allotted him in perfect wisdom, in order to his happiness at last.

THE necessities of the poor may be intended as the most certain means of preserving their health, and keeping them moral, temperate, and humble, which are great virtues. While the superfluities of the rich, by Tubjecting them to many vices, may render the final account of their stewardship a matter of the greatest anxiety and distress of mind, to which no temporal suffering can be equivalent. Hence, if we consider present less grievous than future evil, it will appear, in this comparative view of the higher and lower ranks of men, that the difference is rather in favour of the latter, under all the pressures and mortifications of poverty.--Yet this is by no means to be used as an argument by the opulent, for withholding affittance and support from their fellowcreatures, in real want of them ; for humanity, and the cardinal virtue, charity, call upon and require all, who are able, to succour and relieve such objects-to which may be added, that this is a duty particularly enjoined by our blessed Saviour, who has told us, as a forcible incitement to the practice of it, that such as give to the poor, lend to the Lord; which is telling us, in other words, that by this means treasure is to be laid up in Heaven.

SIMPLICITY, the inseparable companion both of genuine grace, and of real modesty, if it doth not always strike at first (of which it feldom fails) is fure,

however, however, when it does strike, to produce the deepeft and most permanent impreffions. IN folitude I'll spend the day; T'he sultry hour I'll pass away,

In calm retirement's feat; Enraptur'd, snatch her peaceful joys, While other court ambition's toys, And study to be great.

THE BE G G A R. PIT Y the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have led him to your doors Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span,

Oh! give relief, and Heav’n shall bless your store. These tatter'd rags my poverty bespeak,

These hoary locks proclaim my length of years, And many a furrow in my grief-worn cheek,

Has been the channel to a stream of tears. Yon houfe erected on the rising ground,

With tempting aspect drew me from the road, For plenty there a residence has found,

And grandeur a magnificent abode. Hard is the case of the infirm and poor,

There begging for a morsel of their bread, A pamper'd menial thrust me from the door,

To seek a shelter in an humbler shed. Oh! take me to you hospital dome,

Keen blows the wind, and piercing is the cold,
Short is my passage to the friendly tomb,

For I am miserably poor and cold,
Heav'n sends afiliations-why fhould we repine ?

Here happiness we ne'er were born to see,
Too soon, alas ! your lot may be like mine,

The child of forrow and of misery, Was I to tell the source of every grief,

If soft compassion ever touch'd your breaft,
Your hand could not withhold the kind relief,

And tears of pity could not be repreft.
A little farm was my paternal lot,
Then, like the lark, I sprightly hailed the mo


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