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Ye know not the future,

Perhaps you may be, When aged and furrowed,

As friendless as he ;
Then give to the beggar

A trifle to-day,
And smile on him kindly

As he travels away.

Your Maker, who looketh

At every good deed, Will not let


suffer If ever in need ; But true friends will gather

Around you to bless, Your wants to supply, or

Your temples to press.

Then give to the needy, –

Give all you can spare ; Give food for the body,

And raiment to wear; And God, your kind Father,

Will bless from his throne; Such children he always

Delighteth to own.




Give as God hath given thee,
With a bounty full and free;
If he hath, with liberal hand,
Given wealth to thy command,
For the fulness of thy store,
Give thy needy brother more.

If the lot His love doth give
Is by earnest toil to live,
If with nerve and sinew strong
Thou dost labor hard and long,
Then, e'en from thy slender store,
Give, and God shall give thee more.

Hearts there are with grief oppressed;
Forms in tattered raiment dressed ;
Homes where want and woe abide ;
Dens where vice and misery hide ;
With a bounty large and free,
Give, as God hath given thee.

Wealth is thine to aid and bless,
Strength to succor and redress :
Bear thy weaker brother's part,
Strong of hand, and strong of heart;
Be thy portion large or small,
Give, for God doth give thee all.


Thy neighbor? - it is he whom thou

Hast power to aid and bless;
Whose aching heart, or burning brow,

Thy soothing hand may press.

Thy neighbor ? — 'tis the fainting poor,
Whose eye

with want is dim, Whom hunger sends from door to door

Go, thou, and succor him.

Thy neighbor ? — 'tis that weary man,

Whose years are at their brim, Bent low with sickness, cares, and pain –

Go, thou, and comfort him.

Thy neighbor? - 'tis the heart bereft

Of every earthly gem ;-
Widow and orphan, helpless left -

Go, thou, and shelter them.

Where'er thou meet'st a human form

Less favored than thy own, Remember, 'tis thy neighbor worm,

Thy brother or thy son.

O, pass not, pass not heedless by;

Perhaps thou canst redeem
The breaking heart from misery -

Go, share thy lot with him.




One's indignation is excited at the immoral tendency of such lessons to young readers.-John FOSTER.

To abuse the imagination is to abuse the most delicate and susceptible of the mental faculties; for it is the common parent of the beautiful and true, as also of the vicious and corrupt. Every action, whatever may be its moral quality, is first preceded by the conception and meditation of it. And out of the heart " are the issues of life.”

Works of fiction are addressed to the imagination. To excite and please this faculty are the objects which they propose to accomplish. They must awaken and gratify it, or they are failures. And a book which neither interests nor pleases is a very harmless affair.

Fiction has its uses and its abuses. Its uses are of a high and commanding order. Great truths, important lessons, and pleasing entertainment, are often rendered the most attractive and beneficial, when a rayed in its garb. Poetry, sentiment, and philosophy, have been immeasurably indebted to its magic power.

But it is not of its uses that we now propose to speak.

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