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He yielded, poor fellow!
The conquering bellow
Resounds in my ears as my poor father's knell —Oh!”
A sox then replied,
While, leering aside,
He laugh'd at his folly and vaporing pride:
“My chattering youth,
Your nonsense forsooth,
Is more like a funeral sermon than truth—
Let history tell
How your old father fell;
And see if the narrative sounds as well.
Your folly surpasses,
Of monkeys all classes;
The beasts which he frighten’d or conquer'd, were asses;
Except a few sheep,
When the shepherd asleep,
The dog by his side for safety did keep.
Your father fell back,
Knock'd down by a whack
From the very first bull that he dared to attack—
Away he'd have scour’d,
But soon overpower'd,
He lived like a thief, and he died like a coward.”




My gentle Anne, whom heretofore,
When I was young, and thou no more
Than plaything for a nurse,
I danced and sondled on my knee,
A kitten both in size and glee,
I thank thee for my purse.


Gold pays the worth of all things here!
But not of love 1 — that gem 's too dear
For richest rogues to win it!
I, therefore, as a proof of love,
Esteem thy present far above
The best things kept within it.


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.


CoME, peace of mind, delightful guest
Return and make thy downy nest,
Once more in this sad heart;
Nor riches I, nor power pursue,
Nor hold forbidden joys in view;
We therefore need not part.

Where wilt not dwell, if not with me,
From avarice and ambition free,
And pleasure's fatal wiles 7
For whom, alas! dost thou prepare
The sweets that I was wont to share,
The banquet of thy smiles.

The great, the gay, shall they partake
The heaven that thou alone canst make 7
And wilt thou quit the stream
That murmurs through the dewy mead,
The grove and the sequester'd shed,
To be a guest with them 7


For thee I panted, thee I prized,
For thee I gladly sacrificed
Whate'er I loved before;
And shall I see thee start away,
And helpless, hopeless, hear thee say
Farewell ! we meet no more :


But who the melodies of morn can tell?
The wild brook babbling down the mountain side;
The lowing herd—the sheepfold's simple bell;
The pipe of early shepherd dim descried
In the lone valley; echoing far and wide
The clamorous horn along the cliffs above;
The hollow murmur of the ocean-tide ;
The hum of bees, and linnet's lay of love,
And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.

The cottage curs at early pilgrim bark;
Crowned with her pail the tripping millamaid sings;
The whistling ploughman stalks afield; and hark!
Down the rough slope the ponderous wagon rings;
Through rustling corn the hare astonished springs;
Slow tolls the village clock the drowsy hour;
The patridge bursts away on whirring wings;
Deep mourns the turtle in sequester'd bower,
And shrill lark carols clear from her aerial tour.

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

ter continually.
“Without good breeding truth is disapproved.
That only makes superior sense beloved


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.

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