Back to green pastures he the wanderers led,
The weakly cherished, and the hungry fed ;
Reproved the bold, but bade the timid rise,
And gave new strength and wisdom to the wise.
Farewell, blest spirit! for a toil like this,
Thy LORD shall lead thee by the streams of bliss;
And give thee, guided by his staff and rod,
To join thy flock again-and see thy God.

ON MRS. GROVE.

By her Husband, W. Grove, Esq. Grier, love, and gratitude, devote this stone

To her, whose virtues blest a husband's life, When late in duty's sphere she mildly shone,

As friend, as sister, daughter, mother, wife. In the bright morn of beauty, joy, and wealth,

Insidious Palsy near the victim drew, Dashed from her youthful hands the cup of health,

And round her limbs his numbing fetters threw. Year after year, her Christian firmness strove

To check the rising sigh, the tear repress, Still, with soft smiles, the fears of anxious love,

And Heaven's correcting hand in silence bless. Thus tried her faith, and thus prepared her heart,

At length the awful.call the ALMIGHTY gave, She heard, resigned to linger or depart,

Bowed her meek head, and sunk into the grave.

ON C. DICEY, Esq.---Mrs. H. More.
O Thou, or friend or stranger, who shalt tread
These solemn mansions of the silent dead !
Think, when this record to enquiring eyes,
No more shall tell the spot where Dicey lies ;

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When this frail marble, faithless to its trust,
Mould'ring itself, resigns its mouldered dust;
When time shall fail, and nature's self decay,
And earth, and sun, and skies dissolve away;
Thy soul this consummation shall survive,
Defy the wreck, and but begin to live.
This truth, long slighted, let these ashes teach,
Tho' cold, instruct you, and tho' silent preach :
0

pause! reflect, repent, resolve, amend ! Life has no length, eternity no end !

ON MISS DRUMMOND.-Mason.

Here sleeps what once was beauty, once was grace;

Grace, that with tenderness and sense combined To form that harmony of soul and face,

Where beauty shines the mirror of the mind.
Such was the maid, that in the morn of youth,

In virgin innocence, in nature's pride,
Blest with each art that owes its charm to truth,

Sunk in her father's fond embrace, and died.
He weeps; oh! venerate the holy tear;

Faith lends her aid to ease affliction's load; The parent mourns his child upon her bier,

The Christian yields an angel to his God,

ON A YOUNG LADY.

STAY, Christian, stay; nor let thy haste profane
* This humble stone, that tells thee life is vain.
Here beauty lies in mould'ring ruins lost,
A blossom nipt by Death's untimely frost;
Unwarned, yet unsurprised ; found on her guard,
Like a wise virgin watching for her LORD.
In life's sweet opening dawn she sought her GOD,
And the gay path of youth with caution trod;

In bloom of beauty, humbly turned aside
The incense flattery offered to her pride.
Her front with blushing modesty she bound,
And on her lips the law of truth was found;
Fond to oblige, too gentle to offend,
Beloved by all, to all the good a friend ;
The bad she censured by her life alone,
Blind to their faults, severe upon

her own :
In other's joy and grief a part she bore,
And with the needy shared her little store ;
At distance saw the world with pious dread,
And to God's temple for protection fled ;
There sought that peace which Heaven alone can

give, And learned to die, ere others learn to live.

THE WOLF AND THE LAMB.

From Phædrus.-Graves.
A Wolf and lamb, one sultry day,
To the same meadow chanc'd to stray;
By thirst constrain’d they sought the rill
That issued from a neighb'ring hill.
The wolf stood near the fountain's head;
The lamb far distant down the mead:
Isgrim, who dearly lov'd disputes,
With fell intent the lamb salutes :
“ You, sir, stand off! you tread the brink in,
“ And mud the stream so, there's no drinking!"
The harmless lamb, with much surprise,
Looks up, and trembling thus replies :
“ I can't conceive how that can be, sir;
“ The stream runs down from you to me,

sir !”
“ You can't conceive ! Come don't be saucy;
“ I'll let you know, sir, what the laws say,-
“ Besides, you mutter'd so and so,
“ Behind my back, six months ago."

Upon my word, sir, you mistake,

(But don't be angry, for heaven's sake;)
“ I never could have such intention,
“ Nor was I born, the time you mention."
The wolf, by force of truth repell’d,
With shame and anger foam'd and swellid;
“ It was your father, then," cries he,
“ And that

you

know's the same to me,” He said, and seiz'd the helpless victim, And to the bones the tyrant pick'd him.

THE TULIP AND THE VIOLET. See yonder gaudy tulip rise,

And to the sun her leaves display ; My fancy gives her voice and eyes,

And thus the boaster seems to say: “ Queen of the gay parterre I reign,

My glowing dies, how bright they shine! “ The flow'rs unfold their bloom in vain,

“ No flower has charms to equal mine. By nature meant for regal sway,

- Tall and majestic I appear; “ Ye subject tribes, your queen obey,

“ My high command submissive hear. “ When I unfold my matchless bloom,

“ And to the noon my beauties spread, “ Let no aspiring flow'r presume

“ Near me to lift her abject head.” The flow'rs are silent while she speaks,

And only blush to hear her pride: The silence when a vi'let breaks,

That crept, unheeded, by her side. “ Thy arrogance, imperious flow'r,

To real worth has made thee blind; « Thy vaunted beauties of an hour,

“ Are charms of an inferior kind. “ From thee no fragrant odours breathe.

" No healing gifts thy leaves bestow; " The flow'rs thou view'st with scorn beneath,

“ Can more pretence to merit show. “ The cowslip's virtues, and my own,

“ Let man, let grateful man confess; « To him our real worth is known ; “ Thee he admires but for thy dress.”