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VERSE.

Order is Heaven's first law; and this confest,

Some are, and must be, greater than the rest,

More rich, more wise; but who infers, from hence, That such are happier, shocks all common sense:" Needful austerities our wills restrain;

As thorns fence in the tender plant from harm.

Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense,
Lie in three words, health, peace and competence.
But health consists with temperance alone;
And peace, Oh, virtue! peace is all thy own.

On earth, nought precious is obtain'd
But what is painful too;

By travel and to travel born,
Our sabbaths are but few.

Who noble ends by noble means obtains,
Or failing smiles in exile or in chains
Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed
Like Socrates, that man is great indeed.

Our hearts are fasten'd to this world,
By strong and endless ties;

But every sorrow cuts a string,
And urges us to rise.

Oft pining griefs in rich brocades are drest,
And diamonds glitter on an anxious breast.

Teach me to feel another's wo,

To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show,

That mercy show to me.

This day be bread and peace my lot

All else beneath the sun

Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not,
And let thy will be done.

Vice is a monster of so frightful mein,
As, to be hated, needs but to be seen:
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face.
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.

If nothing more than purpose in thy power,
Thy purpose firm, is equal to the deed?
Who does the best his circumstance allows,
Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.

In faith and hope the world will disagree,
But all mankind's concern is charity."

To be resign'd when ills betide,
Patient when favors are denied,

And pleased with favors given:
Most surely this is Wisdom's part
This is that incense of the heart,

Whose fragrance smells to Heav'n

All fame is foreign, but of true desert;
Plays round the head, but comes not to the eart
One self-approving hour whole years outweighs
Of stupid starers, and of loud huzzas:
And more true joy Marcellus exil'd feels,
Than Cæsar with a senate at his heels.

Far from the madding croud's ignoble strife,
Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray;'
Along the cool sequestered vale of life,

They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.

What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy,
The soul's calm sunshine, and the heart felt joy,
Is virtue's prize.

Pity the sorrows of a poor old man,

Whose trembling limbs have borne him to thy door, -
Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span;
Oh! give relief, and Heaven will bless thy store.

Who lives to nature, rarely can be poor;
Who lives to fancy, never can be rich.
When young, life's journey I began,
The glitt'ring prospect charm'd my eyes
I saw along th' extended plain,
Joy after joy successive rise.

But soon I found 'twas all a dream,

And learn'd the fond pursuit to shun, Where few can reach their purpos'd aim,And thousands daily are undone.

"Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours; And ask them what report they bore to Heav'n.

All nature is but art, unknown to thee;

All chance, direction which thou canst not see;
All discord, harmony not understood;

All partial evil, universal good.

Heav'n's choice is safer than our own:
Of ages past inquire:

What the most formidable fate?

"To have our own desire."

If ceaseless, thus, the fowls of heav'n he feeds,
If o'er the fields such lucid robes he spreads;

Will he not care for you, ye faithless, say? Is he unwise? or are ye less than they?

The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue etherial sky,

And spangled heav'ns; a shining frame,
Their great original proclaim:
The unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's power display,
And publishes to ev'ry land,
The work of an Almighty hand.

Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wond'rous tale,
And, nightly, to the list'ning earth,
Repeats the story of her birth:

Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole.

What though, in solemn silence, all
Move round the dark terrestial ball!
What though nor real voice nor sound,
Amid their radiant orbs be found!
In Reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
For ever singing as they shine,
"The hand that made us is Divin.

EXERCISES IN SYNTAX.

RULE I.

FIFTY pounds of wheat contains forty pounds of flour.

What avails the best sentiments, if persons do not live suitably to them.

Thou should love thy neighbor as sincerely as thou loves thyself.

RULE II.

Idleness and ignorance is the parent of many vices.

Patience and diligence, like faith, removes mountains.

What signifies the counsel and care of preceptors, when youth think they have no need of assistance ?

RULE III.

Man's happiness or misery, are in a great measure, put into his own hands.

Man is not such a machine as a clock or a watch, which move merely as they are moved.

Speaking impatiently to servants, or any thing that betrays inattention or ill-humor, are. certainly criminal,

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