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PHILANTHROPY. - TO A LADY. 293
Halleck, and summoned the young, fair, and good ; but he had come in visible kindness.
When the dispensation is dark, dreadful, and mysterious, latent good is still there; and the true christian seeks for it — and if he finds it not, still adores without doubting.
PHILANTHRopy is a great and benevolent, a kind, generous disposition of soul, which, soaring above narrow and selfish views, and dark and malevolent passions, takes pleasure in the happiness and prosperity of mankind. No private views, nor selfish motives, nor personal resentments, can induce it to sacrifice the great interests of mankind to its own, or to violate the sacred obligations which bind society together.
Justice and truth, fidelity and integrity, humanity and compassion are weighty considerations, infinitely paramount to every private satisfaction, and could it invariably regulate the world by its dictates, it would soon become a kind of celestial habitation, where every mean, selfish, and malevolent passion would cease to exist.
LINES TO A YOUNG LADY READING THE BIBLE.
Oh thus let every hour of life afford
Duties perform'd, time zealously employ'd,
Errors corrected, sins and failings mourn'd,
LOVE OF COUNTRY.
The Abbé de Lille relates of an Indian, who, amid the splendor of Paris, beholding a Banana tree in the Jardin des Plantes, bathed it with tears, and seemed for a moment to be transported to his own land. The Ethiopian imagines that God made his sands and deserts, while angels only were employed in forming the rest of the world. The Maltese, insulated on a rock, distinguish their island by the appellation of “The Flower of the World.” The Javanese have such an affection for the place of their nativity, that no advantages can induce them, the agricultural tribes in particular, to quit the tombs of their fathers. The Norwegians, proud of their barren summits, inscribe upon their rix dollars, “spirit, loyalty, valor, and whatever is honorable, let the world learn among the rocks of Norway.” The Caribbees esteem their country a paradise, and themselves alone entitled to the name of men.
LIGHTS AND SHADES.
THE gloomiest day has gleams of light;
And twinkles through the cloudiest night,
The gloomiest soul is not all gloom ;
And sweetly o'er the darkest gloom,
PURITY OF HEART. - ARTIFICE. 295
Despair is never quite despair;
And round the shadowy brow of care,
PURITY OF HEART.
Purity of heart must proceed from the sanctifying influ. ence of the Holy Spirit. It is one of the most exalted virtues that can dignify human nature. It gives strength, vigor, and masculine firmness to the mind, which is the foundation of everything great and excellent.
He who combats his daily passions, and gives up the fondest wishes of his soul; who keeps a constant guard upon his thoughts, words, and actions, and takes up his cross to follow Christ ; this man cannot well be influenced by anything but a strong sense of duty, and an undissembled conviction that he is bound to obey even the severest precepts of the gospel.
THE most innocent dissimulation is never without disadvantages; whether criminal or not, artifice is always dan. gerous, and almost invariably productive of misery. The best and soundest policy is, in no case to employ artifice, or to practise the slightest deception, but to be, in every circumstance of life, upright and sincere. This is the natural system of virtuous minds, and superiority of talents and of understanding is alone sufficient to lead to its adoption.
A blank book add a printed book were placed by the side of each other on a shelf. The blank book was often pulled out, and as often shut again with a bang, and put up with an air of vexation by those who had opened it, and sometimes with the remark, “O, there is nothing in this.” But the printed book, as soon as it was opened, and glanced at, was applauded with, “This will just do.”
It was allowed a place near the fire, — introduced into company with sociable parlor guests, – taken out as a companion for a walk with some of the ladies, when they rambled the fields, or strolled into the pleasure grounds, and the garden, – indulged with lying on their laps in the bower, and sometimes it went out visiting, and was brought home again, much praised for the pleasure its company had afforded.
One day, when returned for a short time to its place on the shelf, the blank book inquired, what it was that gave the printed book so many privileges. “You are often taken down, and admired,” said the blank book, “and you go out visiting with the gentlemen and ladies, while I remain here neglected, and as dull as one of the dark days before Christmas. I think I am as big as you, - as old as you, - as well dressed as you, and as much by right, one of the family as you ; what then makes people neglect me, and always desire your society f" “Neither of the things you mention,” said the printed book, “give me any preference; it is what I have got printed inside.”
We can never expect to enjoy the society of the wise and good, if we are like the blank book, with not a page of knowledge in us.