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fied in.dresiing his pretty Plumes, or hopping carelessly from Spray to Spray. A Sportsman coming by observed the seather'd Rover, and immediately lifts the Tube, and levels his Blow. Swifter than Whirlwind flies the leaden Death, and in a Moment lays the filly Creature breathless on the
Ground, Such, such may be the Fate of the
Man, who has a fair Occasion of obtaining Grace To-day; and wantonly postpones the Improvement of it till To-morrow. He may be. cut off in the Midst of his Folly; and ruined for ever, whil# he is dreaming of being wife hereafter.
On the Uncertainty ofLife, Hervev.
OHoW thin is the Partition between this World and another! how short the Passage from Time to Eternity! the Partition nothing more than • the Breath in our Nostrils, and the Transition may 'be made in the Twinkling of an Eye. ■ Poor Chremylns arose from the Diversion of the' Card-Table and Dropt into the Dwellings Qf Darkness.—One Night, Gorinna, was all Gaiety in her Spirits., all Fineiy in her Apparel, at a magnisicent Ball. The next Night fee lay pale and stiff: an extended Corpse, and ready to be mingled with the mouldering Dead. Young Attiats lived to see his ample and commodious Seat compleated; but not to spend one joyous Hour under the stately Roof. The Sashes were hung to admit the Day ; but the Master's Eyes are closed in endless Night. The Apartments were furnished to invite Society, or administer P.epose; but their Lord rests in the.lower Parts cf the Earth, in the solitary, silent Chambers os the Tomb. The Gardens were planned, and a thoufand elegant Decorations designed; but alas! their intended Possessor is gone down to "the Place of Skulls,"is gone down to the Valley of the Shadow of Death. Legions, Legions of Difasters such as no Prudence can soresee, and no Care prevent, lie in wait to accomplish our Doom.
So frail, so extremely sine is the Thread of Life, that it not only bursts besore the Storm, but breakeven at a Breeze. The most common Occurrences, those from which we expect not the least Harm, may prove the Weapons of our Destruction: Nay Cm very Comsorts may become killing. The Air we breathe may be our Bane; and the Food we eat the Vehicle of Death. Since then we are so liable to be dispossessed of this Earthly Tabernacle, let » lookuponourselves only as Tenants at Will, w hold ourselves in perpetual Readiness to departs Moment's Warning.
The Emperor Adrian to bis departing Siul
AH fleeting Spirit! wand'ring Fire,
Whither, ah whither art thou flying!
To what dark undiscover'd Shore?
And Wit and Humour are no more!
The Dying Christian to his Soul.
VITAL Spark of Heavenly Flame I
Hark! they whisper; Angels fay,
The World recedes, it difappears!
HEAVEN! that World of Bliss, that Region of Light and Happiness, O! what Pencil can sketch out a Draught of that goodly Land? What Tongue can express the incomparable Splendor of Christ's Kingdom? Would some kind celestial Hand draw aside the Veil, but sor a Moment, and permit us to cast but a single Glance on those divine Abodes; how dull and insipid would the Possessions of this World instantly appear? The. Garden of '..t "' ParaParadise itself, aster such a Sight, would appear as a lonely Defart, and all earthly Charms as a World of" Pain. Very excellent things are spoken of thee, thou City of God. Volumes have been written to display the Wonders of thy Persections. All that is rich and splendid in this visible Creation has been called in to aid our Conceptions, and elevate our Minds. But alas! no Tongue can utter, no Pen can describe, no Fancy can imagine what God of his unbounded Goodness, has prepared sor them
that love him. Seeing then, that all earthly
Things must soon come to an End; and there remainethsuch a Rest, such a blissful and everhisting P„est sor the People of God; let me never be too fondly attached to any present Satisfactions. Weaned from whatever is temporal, may I maintain 2 persect Indifference sor all such transitory Enjoyments; but may I long, earnestly long for the Mansions that are above, the Paradise which the Lori! hath planted, ,and not Man. Thither may I transmit the Chief of my Converfation, arid there expaS the Whole of my Happiness.
A MORNING SONG.
Being an Imitation, in Metre, o/.Milton'.t Morning Hymn.
1. TJARENT of Good! Almighty God \ J The purest Light is thine Abode; This univerfal Frame is thine,
And speaks thy Skill, and Power divine.
2. How rich thy Bounties, Lord, are spread?
3. Ye Angels speak_pure Sons of Light,
4. All ye in Heaven, on Earth join all,