REMEMBER, that the greatest honor you can pay to the Author of your being, is by such a cheerful behaviour as discovers a mind satisfied with his dispensations.

Rambler.

"A RARITY," cried Mira, "well, behold!
A violet, spite of this December cold.
Come hither, charmer, gayer, thrice as gay
As all the thousands we behold in May!"
"O Mira! what a lesson this implies,-
Mercies by thousands we but rarely prize."

Anon.

To accelerate the happiness of a human being, or to speak peace to a mind oppressed with sorrow or disappointment, is a transport unspeakable to the feeling heart. Miss Burney.

GENEROSITY Without delicacy, like wit without judgment, generally gives as much pain as pleasure.

Ibid.

AFFLICTION falls upon some as the genial showers upon the earth's bosom to call forth fair flowers from seeds long sterile.

Bradley.

ENJOY the innocent pleasures of life with

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cheerfulness, support its trials with fortitude, and thank God for everything.

Mrs. H. Bowdler.

OH! what a meekener of man is grief!

It melts the pride which other passions harden,
And breaks the spirit nought beside can bend !
Dear Saviour, sanctify its work in me,

So that it be a minister of thine,

To humble and to melt my stubborn nature,
Till thou canst mould and fashion me anew,
According to thy mercy and thy love,
And fit me for companionship with thee.
And give me faith to hold this end in view,
That I may be forgiving in my heart,

Through all that brings me pain, or care or sorrow,
As in my hope of thee I'd be forgiven!

Thus shall the "life within a life" be mine,

And unto me, e'en here, God's kingdom come!

Spencer T. Hall.

FAITH, Hope, and Love were questioned what they

thought

Of future glory, which religion taught:

Now Faith believ'd it firmly to be true,
And Hope expected so to find it too;

Love answer'd, smiling with a conscious glow,
"Believe? expect? I KNOW it to be so."

Dr. Byrom.

LOVE never sleeps.

Swedenborg.

To whom the disposition of benevolence is given, its recompense is already bestowed.

Mackenzie.

Oн, it is the saddest of all things that even one human soul should dimly perceive the beauty, that is ever around us, a perpetual benediction. Nature, that great missionary of the Most High, preaches to us for ever in all tones of love, and writes truth in all colors on manuscripts illuminated with stars and flowers; but we are not in harmony with the whole, and so we understand her not. Mrs. Child.

HOPE is like the wing of an angel soaring up to heaven and bears our prayers to the throne of God. Jeremy Taylor.

NOTHING humanizes the heart so much as bearing with the infirmities of others.

Robert Robinson.

ONE should not destroy an insect, one should not quarrel with a dog, without a reason sufficient to vindicate it through all the courts of morality. Shenstone's Maxims.

NOR was all love shut from him, though his days
Of passion had consumed themselves to dust.
It is in vain that we would coldly gaze

On such as smile on us; the heart must
Leap kindly back to kindness, though disgust
Hath wean'd it from all worldlings; thus he felt,
For there was soft remembrance, and sweet trust,
In one fond breast, to which his own would melt,
And in its tenderer hour on that his bosom dwelt.

That love was pure, and, far above disguise,
Had stood the test of mortal enmities;

Still undivided, and cemented more

By peril, dreaded most in female eyes;

But this was firm, and from a foreign shore,

Well to that heart might these, his absent greetings pour!

1.

The castled crag of Drachenfels

Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine,
Whose breast of waters broadly swells,
Between the banks which bear the vine;
And hills all rich with blossom'd trees,
And fields which promise corn and wine;
And scatter'd cities crowning these,
Whose fair-white walls along them shine,
Have strew'd a scene, which I should see
With double joy wert thou with me!

2.

And peasant girls with deep blue eyes,
And hands which offer early flowers,
Walk smiling o'er this paradise;
Above the frequent feudal towers,

Through green leaves lift their walls of gray,
And many a rock which steeply lours,
A noble arch in proud decay,

Look o'er the vale of vintage bowers;

But one thing wants these banks of Rhine,
Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine!

3.

I send thee lilies given to me,
Though long before thy hand they touch
I know that they must withered be,
But yet reject them not as such;
For I have cherished them as dear,
Because they yet may meet thy eye,
And guide thy soul to mine even here,
When thou behold'st them drooping nigh,
And know'st them gather'd by the Rhine,
And offer'd from my heart to thine!

4.

The river nobly foams and flows-
The charm of this enchanted ground,
And all its thousand turns disclose
Some fresher beauty varying round;
The haughtiest breast its wish might bound
Through life to dwell delighted here,
Nor could on earth a spot be found
To nature and to me so dear,

Could thy dear eyes in following mine

Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine.

Byron.