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father the same instructions which I am now leaving with you. And the God who gave me ears to hear, and a heart to receive, what my father enjoined on me, will, I hope, give you grace to love and follow the same instructions.
SELECT SENTENCES AND PARAGRAPHS.
The source of happiness.
REASON'S whole pleasure, all the joys of sense,
An approving mind.
What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted?
Tir'd nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!
The benefit of afflictions.
That feelingly persuade me what I am.
The value of time.
Youth is not rich in time; it may be poor:
While through this fleeting life's short, various day,
The tender affections.
Who, that bears
A human boscm, hath not often felt,
How dear are all those ties which bind our race
Their force; let Fortune's wayward hand, the while,
Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms;
Homage at the altar of Truth.
Before thy mystic altar, heavenly Truth,
The succession of human beings.
Like leaves on trees the life of man is found,
Time never returns.
Mark how it snows! how fast the valley fills,
But when old age has on your temples shed
When youth and love and spring and golden joys are gone.
How reverend is the face of this tall pile,
Now, shield with shield, with helmet helmet clos'd,
Lo, kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King,
The saint, the father and the husband prays: Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing
That thus they all shall meet in future days: There ever bask in uncreated rays,
No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society yet still more dear;
While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
The Chinese Prisoner.-PERCIVAL.
A CERTAIN emperor of China, on his accession to the throne of his ancestors, commanded a general release of all those who were confined in prison for debt. Amongst that number was an old man, who had fallen an early victim to adversity, and whose days of imprisonment, reckoned by the notches which he had cut on the door of his gloomy cell, expressed the annual circuit of more than fifty suns.
With trembling limbs and faltering steps, he departed from his mansion of sorrow: his eyes were dazzled with the splendor of the light; and the face of nature presented to his view a perfect paradise. The jail in which he had been imprisoned, stood at some distance from Pekin, and to that city he directed his course, impatient to enjoy the caresses of his wife, his children, and his friends.
Having with difficulty found his way to the street in which his decent mansion had formerly stood, his heart became more and more elated at every step he advanced. With joy he proceeded, looking eagerly around; but he observed few of the objects with which he had been formerly con versant. A magnificent edifice was erected on the site of the house which he had inhabited; the dwellings of his neighbors had assumed a new form; and he beheld not a single face of which he had the least remembrance.
An aged beggar who with trembling knees stood at the gate of a co, from which he had been thrust by the insolent domestic who guarded it, struck his attention. He stopped, therefore, to give him a small pittance out of the bounty with which he had been supplied by the emperor, and received, in return, the sad tidings, that his wife had fallen a lingering sacrifice to penury and sorrow; that his children were gone to seek their fortunes in distant or unknown climes; and that the grave contained his nearest and most valuable friends.
Overwhelmed with anguish, he hastened to the palace of his sovereign, into whose presence his hoary locks and mournful visage soon obtained admission; and casting himself at the feet of the emperor, "Great Prince," he cried, "send me back to that prison from which mistaken merhas delivered me! I have survived my family and cy friends, and even in the midst of this populous city I find myself in a dreary solitude. The cell of my dungeon pro
tected me from the gazers at my wretchedness; and whilst secluded from society, I was the less sensible of the loss of its enjoyments. I am now tortured with the view of pleasure in which I cannot participate; and die with thirst, though streams of delight surround me."
The Contrast: or Peace and War.-ATHENÆUM.
LOVELY art thou, O Peace! and lovely are thy children, and lovely are the prints of thy footsteps in the green valleys.
Blue wreaths of smoke ascend through the trees, and betray the half-hidden cottage: the eye contemplates wellthatched ricks, and barns bursting with plenty the peasant laughs at the approach of winter.
White houses peep through the trees; cattle stand cooling in the pool; the casement of the farm-house is covered with jessamine and honey suckle; the stately green-house exhales the perfume of summer climates.
Children climb the green mound of the rampart, and ivy holds together the half demolished buttress.
The old men sit at their doors; the gossip leans over her counter; the children shout and frolic in the streets.
The housewife's* stores of bleached linen, whiter than snow, are laid up with fragrant herbs; they are the pride of the matron, the toil of many a winter's night.
The wares of the merchant are spread abroad in the shops, or stored in the high-piled ware houses; the labor of each profits all; the inhabitant of the north drinks the fragrant herb of China; the peasant's child wears the webs of Hindostan.
The lame, the blind, and the aged, repose in hospitals; the rich, softened by prosperity, pity the poor; the poor, disciplined into order, respect the rich.
Justice is dispensed to all. Law sits steady on her throne. and the sword is her servant.
They have rushed through like a hurricane; like an army of locusts they have devoured the earth; the war has fallen like a water spout, and deluged the land with blood.