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general society, open themselves with peculiar warmth and frankness to a few select friends, or to an individual of whom they think kindly. A distant manner is not always, as is suspected, the result of a cold heart or a dull head; nor is gaiety necessarily connected with feeling.-194.

WOMEN, in their course of action, describe a smaller circle than men; but the perfection of a circle consists not in its dimensions, but in its correctness.-212.

"A PHILOSOPHICAL lady may boast of her intellectual superiority; she may talk of abstract and concrete; of substantial forms and essences; complexed ideas and mixed modes of identity and relation: she may decorate all the logic of one sex with all the rhetoric of the other; yet if her affairs are delabré, if her house is disorderly, her servants irregular, her children neglected, and her table ill-arranged, she will indicate the want of the most valuable faculty of the human mind—a sound judgment.""It must however be confessed," replied Mr. Stanley, "that such instances are so rare that the exceptions barely serve to establish the rule. I have known twenty women mismanage their affairs through a bad education, through ignorance, through a multiplicity of vain accomplishments, through an excess of dissipation, through a devotedness to personal embellishments, through an absorption of the whole soul in music, for one who has made her husband metaphysically miserable." We endeavoured to establish a principle of right, instead of unprofitable invective against what was wrong.-286.

COLLINS.

WHO trust alone in beauty's feeble ray

Boast but the worth Bassora's pearls display:
Drawn from the deep we own their surface bright;
But, dark within, they drink no lustrous light.-Eclogue I.
Come thou whose thoughts as limpid springs are clear,
To lead the train, sweet Modesty, appear:

Here make thy court amidst our rural scene,

And shepherd girls shall own thee for their queen.-id.

IN silent horror o'er the boundless waste
The driver Hassan with his camels pass'd;
One cruise of water on his back he bore,
And his light scrip contain'd a scanty store;
A fan of painted feathers in his hand,

To guard his shaded face from scorching sand.

The sultry sun had gain'd the middle sky,
And not a tree, and not an herb was nigh;
The beasts with pain their dusty way pursue;
Shrill roar'd the winds, and dreary was the view!
With desp'rate sorrow wild, th' affrighted man

Thrice sigh'd, thrice struck his breast, and thus began:
"Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day,
When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way!
Ah! little thought I of the blasting wind,
The thirst or pinching hunger that I find!
Bethink thee, Hassan, where shall thirst assuage,
When fails this cruise, his unrelenting rage?
Soon shall this scrip its precious load resign;
Then what but tears and hunger shall be thine?
Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear
In all my griefs a more than equal share,
Here, where no springs in murmurs break away,
Or moss-crown'd fountains mitigate the day,
In vain ye hope the green delights to know
Which plains more blessed or verdant vales bestow:
Here rocks alone, and tasteless sands are found;
And faint and sickly winds for ever howl around.
Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day,
When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way!
Curst be the gold and silver which persuade
Weak men to follow far fatiguing trade!
The lily peace outshines the silver store,
And life is dearer than the golden ore;
Yet money tempts us o'er the desert brown,
To every distant mart and wealthy town.
Full oft we tempt the land, and oft the sea:
And are we only yet repaid by thee?
Ah! why this ruin so attractive made?
Or why fond man so easily betray'd?
Why heed we not, while mad we haste along,
The gentle voice of peace, or pleasure's song?
Or wherefore think the flowery mountain's side,
The fountain's murmurs, and the valley's pride,
Why think we these less pleasing to behold
Than dreary deserts, if they lead to gold?

Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day,
When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way!
Oh cease, my fears!-all frantic as I go,

When thought creates unnumbered scenes of woe.

What if the lion in his rage I meet !—
Oft in the dust I view his printed feet;
And, fearful! oft, when day's declining light
Yields her pale empire to the mourner night,
By hunger rous'd, he scours the groaning plain,
Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his train:
Before them death with shrieks directs their way,
Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey.
Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day,
When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way!
At that dead hour the silent asp shall creep,
If aught of rest I find, upon my sleep;
Or some swoln serpent twist his scales around,
And wake to anguish with a burning wound.
Thrice happy they, the wise contented poor,
From lust of wealth and dread of death secure!
They tempt no deserts, and no griefs they find;
Peace rules the day, where reason rules the mind.
Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day,
When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way!
O hapless youth! for she thy love hath won-
The tender Zara-will be most undone !

Big swell'd my heart, and own'd the powerful maid,
When fast she dropt her tears, as thus she said:
"Farewell the youth whom sighs could not detain ;
Whom Zara's breaking heart implor'd in vain!
Yet, as thou go'st, may every blast arise
Weak and unfelt as these rejected sighs!
Safe o'er the wild, no perils may'st thou see,
No griefs endure; nor weep, false youth, like me."
-"Oh! let me safely to the fair return;
Say, with a kiss, she must not, shall not mourn;
Oh! let me teach my heart to lose its fears,
Recall'd by wisdom's voice and Zara's tears."
He said and call'd on Heaven to bless the day
When back to Schiraz' walls he bent his way.--2.

THOUGH taste, though genius bless

To some divine excess,

Faints the cold work, till thou inspire the whole;
What each, what all supply,

May court, may charm our eye;

Thou, only thou canst raise the meeting soul!

-Odes. To Simplicity.

O THOU who sitt'st a smiling bride
By valour's arm'd and awful side,
Gentlest of sky-born forms, and best ador'd,
Who oft with songs divine to hear
Win'st from his fatal grasp the spear,

And hid'st in wreaths of flowers his bloodless sword!

-To Mercy.

CONCORD, whose myrtle wand can steep
E'en anger's bloodshot eyes in sleep:
Before whose breathing bosom's balm

Rage drops his steel, and storms grow calm.

-To Liberty.

BUT thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair,
What was thy delighted measure?
Still it whispered promised pleasure,
And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail!
Still would her touch the strain prolong;
And from the rocks, the woods, the vale,
She call'd on Echo still, through all the song ;
And where her sweetest theme she chose

A soft responsive voice was heard at ev'ry close;
And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair.

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WITH eyes uprais'd, as one inspir'd,

Pale Melancholy sat retir'd;

And from her wild sequester'd seat,

In notes by distance made more sweet

Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul:
And dashing soft from rocks around,

Bubbling runnels join'd the sound;

Through glades and glooms the mingled measures stole,
Or o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay,
Round an holy calm diffusing,

Love of peace, and lonely musing,

In hollow murmurs died away.

BUT, Oh! how alter'd was its sprightlier tone
When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue,
Her bow across her shoulders flung,

Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew,

Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung,

The hunter's call, to Faun and Dryad known,

The oak-crown'd sisters, and their chaste-ey'd queen,
Satyrs and sylvan boys were seen,

Peeping from forth their alleys green :

Brown Exercise rejoic'd to hear;

And Sport leapt up, and seiz'd his beechen spear.

-The Passions.

ELIZABETH HAMILTON.-COTTAGERS OF
GLENBURNIE. (1841).

HER respectful salute was returned by Miss Stewart with that sort of reserve which young ladies who are anywise doubtful of being entitled to all that they assume are apt to put on when addressing themselves to strangers of whose rank they are uncertain; but, by her sister Mary, it was returned with a frankness natural to those who do not fear being demeaned by an act of courtesy.-2.

"I HAVE been used to hear my mother say, that young men generally turned out well who had a peaceful, happy home; and, besides, what can be so delightful as a family of love!" True," replied Mrs. Mason, "it is one of the characteristics of heaven."-13.

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HER heart was set upon the world; and when that is the case it signifies little whether people be poor or rich, for they still think they can never have enough; and though they have much more than they can use, they go on craving and craving for more till they drop into the grave.-45.

THE idea of a life completely independent of the will of others is merely visionary.-97.

THE grace of God is a gift which, like all the other gifts of Divine love, must be sought by the appointed means.---100. ALL that is most truly valuable is given in common, and placed within the reach of the poor and lowly.-105.

THE REV. LEGH RICHMOND.-THE DAIRYMAN'S DAUGHTER.

THERE is a solemnity in the thought of a recent death, which will associate itself with the very walls from whence we are conscious that a soul has just taken its flight to eternity.

-25.

HAPPY is it when the ties of grace sanctify those of nature.

-53.

SHE spoke much of the joys and sorrows which, in the course of her religious progress, she had experienced; but she was fully sensible that there is far more in real religion than

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