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Thow deep! why dost thou lash the shore
Invoiv'd in gloom and night ? (1)
For this, the dead awake,
For this, the lightnings Aanic ;
A season for remembering the poore is reading the Nilawing, let your tone of voice be smooth, easy, and unreitrained; blended with a pensie dignity of look and expression.
NOW winter is come, with his cold chilling breath,
And the verdure has dropp'd from the trees
And the streanis are beginning to freeze.
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When wanton young lads, o'er the river can slide,
And Flora attends us no more ;
Sure you ought to remember the poor.
And whitens the prospect around ;
Hard chilling and freezing the ground;
When the rivers congeal to the shore,
Then remember the staie of the poor.
By her footsteps indented in snow ;
When the marksmen a cock shooting gu;
When the icicles hang at the door;
That's b! fire ti reme'r ber tbe po r',
And the rivers all insolent grow;
When in danger the travellers go :
When the bridges are useful no more ;
Can you grumble to third on the poor ?
All the world should agree as one voice ;
Ali ends of the earth should rejoice.
And the grave is triumphant no more ;
And the rick sball remember ibe poor.
I HAVE found out a gift for my fair ;
She will say 'tis a barbarous deed.
Who can rob a poor bird of its young ; And I lov'd her the more when I heard
Sucb tenderness fall from her tongue. I have heard her with sweetness unfold,
How that pity was due to a dove; That it ever attended the bold;
And she call'd it the sister of love.
Should the scholar be addicted to the abominable practice of dragging out his words in a beavy , Arawling manner, let him frequently peruse the following extract from “GRONGAR HILL." It is happily calculated to cure him of that defect, even though he were incin.cloth contrary, should be read in that easy, flippant method, so essential t the spirit of it, and so dulapted to the sbort tripping ineasure of the verse. Few ears are so inharmonious but mus perceive the necesity of adopting a light flippancy of utterance in the perusal. Begin it in a slow, deliberate manner,
And see the rivers how they run
See on the mountain's southern side
(1) So we mistake the future's face,
I with myself agree,
Be full, ye court! be great who will;
Seek her on the marble floor; 2) Rond the moral repections, which we porn contains, stewly, impressively, and with eftet
In vain ye scarch, she is not there;
little maid was born. Come. Aurora! bring thy hours, All array'd in May morn flowers ; Let each little fairy lip, Of the pearly dew drop sip, Nature pours out all her wealth, Drink to her's and Lydia's health; She I'm sure will not refuse, Gratefully those gifts to use. Oh ! Innocence ! protect her youth, Lead her down the paths of truth, Culling sweet from every flower, Truth has twin'd round virtue's bower, There to dwell with sweet content, Virtue's constant resident. Sweets too redolent will cloy; Prudence mildly tempers joy ; Thorns may grow tho'sweets are near, Pity oft will have her tear; Tears will start, howe'er confin'd, From a feeling generous mind. Let her not recline her head Long on pleasure's rosy bed ; Pleasure does itself destroy, Be improvement then her toy, Doing right her greatest joy. Mindful of her parent's nod, And her duty to her God; Tell her, " to the good and wise, " Every plare is paradise; "Every month an April morn, “When my little maid was born."
VICE AND VIRTUE. THE gaudy tulip, richly bright, Fatigues the pausing eye; And ere it tades, the noisome leaves, Ossend the ense and die: But the young rosi, less gay than sweet, The eye delights to bear; Broke by the storm, and bent to earth, Its fragrance still is there. So flushes Vice the tainted cheek, And tires the glowing eyes ; Yet leaves it, wither'd by despair, And pale repentant sighs. While Virtue, shrinking from the storm.s Of fortune pride and hate, Still boasts tlie inward peace that shines Beneath the clouds of fate.
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