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A MEDDLING Jackdaw was vain enough to imagine that he wanted nothing but the colored plumes to render him as elegant a bird as the Peacock. Puffed up with this wise conceit, he dressed himself in some of their most beautiful feathers, and in this borrowed garb, forsaking his old companions, endeavored to pass for a Peacock; but he no sooner attempted to associate with these elegant birds, than an affected strut betrayed the vain pretender.

The offended peacocks, plucking from him their

degraded feathers, soon stripped him of his finery, reduced him to a mere Jackdaw, and drove him back to his brethren; by whom he was now equally despised, and justly punished with derision and contempt.

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Ye linger with the silver stars,
Ye pass before the sun-
Ye martial elements to wars,

And when the roar is done,
Ye lift your volumed robes in light,
And wave them to the world,

Like victory flags o'er scattered fight,
Brave banners all unfurled

Still there, though rent and tempest hurled.

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Ye hover where the fervent earth

A sadden'd silence fills,

And, mourning o'er its stricken mirth,

Ye weep along the hills

Then how the wakening landscape thrills!

AN EASTERN EVENING.

EVENING comes on: arising from the stream,
Homeward the tall flamingo wings his flight;
And where he sails athwart the setting beam,
His scarlet plumage glows with deeper light.
The watchman, at the wished approach of night,
Gladly forsakes the field, where he all day,

To scare the winged plunderers from their prey,
With shout and sling, from yonder clay-built height,
Hath borne the sultry ray.

Hark! at the Golden Palaces,

The Bramin strikes the hour-

For leagues and leagues around, the brazen sound
Rolls through the stillness of departing day,
Like thunder far away.

RIDICULE.

He that indulges himself in ridiculing the little imperfections and weaknesses of his friends, will in time find mankind united against him. The man who sees another ridiculed before him, though he may, for the present, concur in the general laugh, yet in a cool hour he will consider the same trick might be played against himself; but when there is no sense of this danger, the natural pride of human nature rises against him, who, by general censures, lays claim to general superiority.

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AMONG the vexations, our tempers to try,
Sure, vanity brings us the largest supply:
"T is a failing, though common, all find of no use:
I hope no young gent. will e'er act like my goose.

The fowl, that I speak of a fine-looking bird, -
How much I regret she could be so absurd!

Was so plump and so fat, of white plumage profuse,
That she look'd like a very respectable goose.

But it was not sufficient, in her silly mind,
To act well in the station by nature assign'd,
She envied the swans, and she fled with abuse

From her more humble tribe- What a vain giddy goose!

To the lake then she waddled, and joining the swan,
She stretched out her neck, and she tried to be one-
But such laughter and scorn did her efforts produce,
All the birds in the air mock'd the poor silly goose.

An owl who sat near, for 't was late in the day,
Did with wisdom and truth, and much gravity, say;
"By your freaks of ambition, and folly let loose,
You're not only no swan, but a very bad goose."

THE DEEP.

THERE's beauty in the deep; —
The wave is bluer than the sky;
And though the light shine bright on high,
More softly do the sea-gems glow
That sparkle in the depths below;
The rainbows tints are only made,
When on the waters they are laid,
And sun and moon most sweetly shine
Upon the ocean's level brine.

There's beauty in the deep.

There's music in the deep:
It is not in the surf's rough roar,
Nor in the whisp'ring shelly shore -
They are but earthly sounds that tell
How little of the sea-nymph's shell,
That sends its loud, clear note abroad,
Or winds its softness through the flood,
Echoes through groves with coral gay,
And dies on spongy banks away.

There's beauty in the deep.

There's quiet in the deep:-
Above, let tides and tempests rave,

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