Not to myself alone I rise and set,

I write upon night's coronal of jet

His power and skill who formed our myriad host; A friendly beacon at heaven's open gate

I gem the sky,

That man might ne'er forget, in every fate,
His home on high.'

'Not to myself alone,'

The heavy-laden bee doth murmuring hum;
'Not to myself alone from flower to flower
I rove the wood, the garden, and the bower,
And to the hive at evening weary come;

For man, for man, the luscious food I pile
With busy care,

Content if this repay my ceaseless toil
A scanty share.'

'Not to myself alone,'

The soaring bird with lusty pinion sings;
'Not to myself alone I raise the song,

I cheer the drooping with my warbling tongue,
And bear the mourner on my viewless wings;
I bid the hymnless churl my anthem learn,
And God adore;

I call the worldling from his dross, to turn,
And sing, and soar.'

'Not to myself alone,'

The streamlet whispers on its pebbly way;
'Not to myself alone I sparkling glide,
I scatter life and health on every side,

And strew the fields with herb and flow'ret gay;

I sing unto the common bleak and bare
My gladsome tune;

I sweeten and refresh the languid air
In droughty June.'

'Not to myself alone,'

Oh man, forget not thou, earth's honoured priest;
Its tongue, its soul, its life, its pulse, its heart,
In earth's great chorus to sustain thy part;
Chiefest of guests at love's ungrudging feast,

Play not the niggard, spurn thy native clod
And self-disown;

Live to thy neighbour, live unto thy God,
Not to thyself alone.

S. W. P., Chambers's Edin. Journal.

ARDOUR divine from holy purpose springs,
And the heart weaves the fetters or the wings;
Far above thoughts of self the soul must rise
Ere glows the theme of angel melodies.

George A. Wingfield.

I WILL take no man's liberty of judging from him, neither shall any man take mine from me. I will think no man the worse man nor the worse Christian, I will love no man less, for differing in opinion from me; and what measures I mete to others, I expect from them again. I am fully assured that God does not, and therefore men ought not, to require any more of any man than this to believe the Scripture to be God's

word, to endeavour to find the true meaning, and to live according to it.

Chillingworth.

DARE to be true. Nothing can need a lie :
A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.
G. Herbert.

VIRTUE, the strength and beauty of the soul,
Is the best gift of heaven: a happiness
That e'en above the smiles and frowns of fate
Exalts great nature's favourites: a wealth
That ne'er encumbers, nor to baser hands
Can be transferred.

Armstrong.

THE nearer we approach to truth the nearer we are to happiness.

Without virtue there is no permanent beauty: by it ugliness may acquire charms irresistible.

Lavater.

By judging more favourably of the motives which actuate our fellow-mortals, we should greatly increase our own comforts, and largely contribute to the general stock of the happiness of mankind. Lady Blessington.

THERE is something peculiarly pleasing to the imagination, in contemplating the queen of

night, when she is wading, as the expression is, among the vapours which she has not power to dispel, and which on their side are unable entirely to quench her lustre. It is the striking image of patient virtue, calmly pursuing her path through good report and bad report, having that excellence in herself which ought to command all admiration, but bedimmed in the eyes of the world by suffering, by misfortune, by calamity. "Woodstock," Sir Walter Scott.

REPUTATION is so tender a flower that if once cropt or blasted, it is out of the power of the most benign sun or genial showers to restore it to its original beauty. How tender then should every one be not only of speaking, but even of encouraging the busy tongues and malicious speeches of defamers! for if defamation be a murderess of the reputation, as in other murders, every bystander ought to be looked upon as a principal, since the law allows of no accomplices in crimes of that black nature.

Admiral Cornwallis.

WHEN on the fragrant sandal tree
The woodman's axe descends,
And she who bloomed so beauteously,

Beneath the keen stroke bends;

E'en on the edge which wrought her death,
Dying she breathes her sweetest breath,
As if to token in her fall

Peace to her foes and love to all.

How hardly man this lesson learns,

To smile and bless the hand that spurns;
To see the blow, to feel the pain,

But render only love again.

This spirit not to earth is given,

One had it, but he came from heaven;
Reviled, rejected, and betrayed,

No curse he breathed, no plaint he made;
But when in death's deep pang he sighed,
Prayed for his murderers and died.

Edmeston.

Or all the delicate sensations the mind is capable of, none perhaps will surpass that which attends the relief of an avowed enemy.

Countess Dowager of Carlisle, 1789.

TRUE wisdom consists in knowing one's duty exactly true eloquence in speaking of it clearly : true piety in acting what we know.

Bishop Wilson.

MUSIC is the soprano, the feminine principle, the heart of the universe. Because it is the voice of love-because it is the highest type,