and of which, if we neglect the duties, to make provifion againft vifionary attacks, we shall certainly counteract our own purpofe; for he, doubtlefs, mistakes his true intereft, who thinks that he can increase his fafety when he impairs his virtue. ANECDOTE OF THE GREAT FREDERICK. DURING the life of the late King of Pruffia, a wealthy Jew, who was tired of living at Berlin, and had made frequent applications for leave to quit that place, which he dared not otherwife to attempt, at last sent a letter to his Majesty, imploring permiffion to travel for the benefit of his health. The King fent the following.answer immediately to the Ifraelite, in his own hand: "Dear Ephraim, "Nothing but Death fhall part us. "FREDERICK." ON ON SCANDAL. AGAINST flander there is no defence. Hell cannot boast fo foul a fiend; nor man deplore fo fell a foe. It ftabs with a word--with a nod-with a fhrug-with a look-with a fmile.It is the peftilence walking in darkness, spreading contagion far and wide, which the most weary traveller cannot avoid; it is the heart-fearching dagger of the affaffin;-it is the poifoned arrow whofe wound is incurable;-it is the mortal fting of the deadly adder. Murder is its employmentinnocence its prey-and ruin its fport.-MARIA was a fatal inftance. Her head was a little raised from the pillow, fupported by her hand, and her countenance was exceedingly forrowful-the glowing blufh of eighteen vanifhed from her cheeks, and fever rioted in luxury upon her damask skin. It is even fo;-a burfting figh laboured from her bofom;-virtue is no protection while detraction breathes malignity-while envy fearches for faults and tortures truth. I might have been ́happy!— but oh! ye bufy thoughts, recall not to my memory thofe joyful hours!--fhe ftruggled-but in vain. The invisible power of darkness closed her eyes, and her heaving breaft panted with the laft throbbings of a broken heart.-She is now no more. Scandal triumphed over the lovely maid. Superior ་ Superior qualifications made her the dupe of envy, and a fever followed. She fell a facrifice to exquifite feelings! ODE TO DEATH. HOU, whofe remorseless rage THOU, Nor vows nor tears affuage, TRIUMPHANT DEATH!-to thee I raise The bursting notes of dauntless praise! Thy regal robe a ghaftly shroud! Thy right arm lifts th' infatiate fpear! "The world I've won!-Thou gav'ft the withering nod, Thy fiat fmote his heart,-he funk,-a senseless clod! "And art thou great?" Mankind replies, With fad affent of mingling fighs! Sighs that fwell the biting gales. Which fweep o'er Lapland's-frozen vales! In How fierce yon tyrant's plumy creft! In his chamber,—fad,—alone, By starts, he pours the fearful groan! From flatt'ring crowds retir'd-he bows the knee And mutters forth a pray'r-because he thinks of thee! Gayly fmiles the nuptial bow'r, Bedeck'd with many an od'rous flow'r; While the spousal pair advance, Mixing oft the melting gaze, In fondeft extacy of praife. What tho' the feftival be there; The rapt Bard's warblings fill the air; And joy and harmony combine! Touch but the talisman, and all is thine! And on his throbbing lyre the Minstrel's hand is cold! 'Tis Thou can't quench the eagle's fight, That stems the cataract of light! Forbid the vernal buds to blow- And tame the monsters of the main, Such is thy potent reign! O'er earth, and air, and sea! Yet, art thou ftill difdain'd by me. The fresh'ning breeze; the sportive green; Then tho' I fcorn thy ftroke-I call thee friend, ON THE COMFORTABLE DOCTRINE OF FUTURITY, IT would be a very needlefs undertaking to prove, "That man is born to forrow, as the fparks fly upward." Every day bears its tefti |