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Happy shall I be if my humble efforts contribute to assist your benevolent viewsto enable young minds, by proper culture, to exhibit, in future life, examples of true goodness—to feel, themselves, the inexpressible pleasure resulting from virtuous conduct-and to impart to your bòsoms, as it were, by a kind of sacred sympathy, a satisfaction and delight that shall never know an end.
I am, LADIES,
Your affectionate Friend,
In presenting an Eighth Edition to a generous Public, the Editor gratefully acknowledges her obligations for the increasing demand for this little Book, by which she flatters herself, many of the Young are not only amused, but instructed, and the advantage of a useful Charity promoted.
THE YOUNG PERSON'S PRAYER.--2 CHRON. i, 7. 12.
I ASK not wealth, nor pomp, nor power,
I seek for blessings more divine,
One thing I ask; and wilt thou hear,
WISDOM, betimes to know the LORD
· HAST thou beheld the glorious Sun,
Say, did’st thou e'er attentive view
When darkness had o'erspread the skies,
Hast thou e'er wander'd o'er the plain,
The flow'ry mead, the leafy grove, Where all is melody and love ? Hast thou e'er trod the sandy shore, And heard the restless ocean roar, When, rous’d by some tremendous storm, Its billows roll in dreadful form? Hast thou beheld the lightning stream, Thro' night's dark gloom, with sudden gleam, Or heard the bellowing thunder's sound, Roll rattling thro' the heavens profound ? Hast thou e'er felt the cutting gale, The sleety shower, the biting hail ; Beheld bright snow o'erspread the plains; The water, bound in icy chains ? Hast thou the various beings seen, That sport along the valley green; That sweetly warble on the spray, Or wanton in the sunny ray ; That shoot along the briny deep, Or under ground their dwellings keep; That thro’ the gloomy forest range, Or frightful wilds, and deserts strange? Hast thou the wond'rous scenes survey'd, That all around thee are display'd;
And hast thou never rais'd thine eyes
'Twas God who form'd the concave sky,
'Tis He that bids the tempest rise, And rolls the thunder through the skies; His voice the elements obey : 'Thro' all the earth extends his sway.
His goodness all his creatures share;
GOD IN THE CREATION.
THERE is a God, all nature speaks, Through earth and air, and sea and skies ; See, from the clouds his glory breaks, When the first beams of morning rise.
The rising Sun, serenely bright,