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He yielded, poor fellow!
TO MY COUSIN ANNE,
ON RECEIVING FROM HER A NET WORK PURSE MADE BY
My gentle Anne, whom heretofore,
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Gold pays the worth of all things here!
A Syrian village is very beautiful in the centre of a fertile plain. The houses are isolated, and each surrounded with palm trees; the meadows are divided by rich plantations of Indian fig, and bounded by groves of olive. In the distance rose a chain of severe and s vage mountains. I was soon wandering, and for hours, in the wild, strong ravines of these shaggy rocks. At length, after several passes, I gained the ascent of a high mountain. Upon an opposite height, descending as a steep ravine, and forming, with the elevation on which I rested, a dark, narrow gorge, I beheld a city entirely surrounded by what I should have considered in Europe, an old feudal wall, with towers and gates. The city was built upon an ascent; and from the height on which I stood, I could discern the terrace and the cupola of almost every house, and the wall upon the other side rising from the plain ; the ravine extending only on the side to which I was opposite. The city was in a bowl of mountains. In the front was a magnificent mosque, with beautiful gardens, and many light and lofty gates of triumph; a variety of domes and towers rose in all directions from the buildings of bright stone. Nothing could be conceived more wild, and terrible, and desolate than the surrounding scenery, more dark, and stony, and severe; but the ground was thrown about in such picturesque undulations, that the mind, full of the sublime, required not the beautiful; and rich, and waving woods, and sparkling cultivation would have been misplaced. Except Athens, I had never witnessed any scene more essentially impressive.
I will not place this spectacle below the city of Minerva. Athens and the holy city in their glory, must have been the finest representations of the beautiful and the sublime— the holy city, for the elevation on which I stood was the Mount of Olives, and the city on which I gazed was Jerusalem.
ODE TO PEACE.
CoME, peace of mind, delightful guest
Where wilt not dwell, if not with me,
The great, the gay, shall they partake
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For thee I panted, thee I prized,
But who the melodies of morn can tell?
The cottage curs at early pilgrim bark;
GOOD MANNERS. Good manners is the art of making people easy. The three sources of good manners are good nature, humility, and good sense. Good sense and integrity, if we are sure we possess them, will not make good manners unnecessary; the former being but seldom called out to action, but the lat
RUDENess ill becomes men possessed of ability, power, riches, or religion. It is a law not to be dispensed with — “To honor all men.” Christians are especially called upon to show respect and kindness to mankind.
Piety of disposition, connected with urbanity of manners, characterise both the christian and gentleman. We should always be careful not to hurt or injure others by careless, wanton, or unkind conduct.
As every action may produce effects over which human power has no influence, and which human sagacity cannot foresee, we should not lightly venture to the verge of evil, nor strike at others, though with a reed, lest, like the rod of Moses, it become a serpent in our hand.
“If a civil word or two will render a man happy,” said a French king, “he must be a wretch indeed who will not give them to him.”
PolitFN Ess is one of the advantages which we never estimate rightly, but by inconvenience of its loss. Its influence upon the manners is constant and uniform. Every man may hope, by the help of good breeding, to enjoy the kindness of mankind, though he should have no claim to higher distinctions.