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Oh ye, who never taste the joys
Of friendship, satisfied with noise,
Fandango, ball and rout!
Blush, when I tell you how a bird,
A prison with a friend preferred,
To liberty without.


BEFore the battle of Rosbach, which led to the most celebrated of all the King of Prussia's victories, Frederick addressed his little army, not amounting to more than twentyfive thousand men, in nearly the following words: “My brave Soldiers — The hour is coming, in which all that is, and all that ought to be dear to us, depends upon the swords that are drawn for the battle. Time permits me to say but little, nor is there occasion to say much. You know that there is no labor, no hunger, no cold, no watching, no danger, that I have not shared with you hitherto; and you now see me ready to lay down my life with you, and for you. All I ask is the same pledge of fidelity and affection that I give. Acquit yourselves like men, and pu your confidence in God.” The effect of this was indescribable; the soldiers answered it by a universal shout, and their looks and demeanor became animated to a sort of heroic frenzy. Frederick led on his troops in person, exposed to the hottest fire. The enemy for a few moments made a gallant resistance; but overwhelmed by the headlong intrepidity of the Prussians, they at length gave way in every part, and fled in the utmost disorder. Night, alone, saved from total destruction the scattered remains of an army, which in the * morning had heen double the number of its conquerers,


TIME was when I was free as air.

The thistle's downy seed my fare,
My drink the morning dew:

I perch'd at will on every spray,

My form genteel, my plumage gay,
My strains for ever new.

But gaudy plumage, sprightly strain,
And form genteel were all in vain,
And of a transient date;
For caught and caged, and starved to death,
In dying sighs, my little breath
Soon pass'd the wiry grate.

Thanks, gentle swain, for all my woes,
And thanks for this effectual close,
And cure of every ill;
More cruelty could none express,
And I, if you had shown me less,
Had been your prisoner still.


MAKE it a rule never to allow yourself to be idle, when your health and circumstances will allow you to be active. If you once form an industrious habit, you will never afterwards be able to content yourself in a state of inactivity; and on the other hand, if you begin life with a habit of indolence, you will probably never after acquire a relish for vigorous exertion. Consider the first inroads of indolence as a melancholy harbinger of the wreck of your usefulness, and the loss of your reputation. FABLE. — PROVERBS. — ARROGANCE. 315



A MonkEY seeing his master hiding something in his garden, marked the place with his eye; and when his master's back was turned, went and raked up the earth to see what he had concealed so curiously; when suddenly his paw was caught in a trap, and he cried out most bitterly.

His master, who, from a distance, had seen him prying about the spot, hastened to warn him of his danger; and when he heard his cries; he rescued him from his painful situation, writhing under the smart occasioned by the trap, and gave him this admonition —“Be not too curious to know what does not concern you.”


Every fool can find faults that a great many wise men cannot mend.

Friendship cannot stand all on one side.
God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.
He that will steal a pin, will steal a better thing.
He who commences many things, finishes only a few.
He that knows himself best, esteems himself least.
He that wad eat the kernel, maun crack the nut.

A Hope is a good breakfast, but a bad supper.


Thou mayst of double ignorance boast,
Who knowest not that thou nothing know'st.


AN old man had many sons, who were often quarrelling with one another. When the father had exerted his authority, and used other means to reconcile them, but all to no purpose, he at last had recourse to this expedient. He ordered his sons to be called before him, and a short bundle of sticks to be brought; then commanded them each to try if, with all his might and strength, he could break it. They all tried, but to no purpose; for the sticks being closely and compactly bound up together, it was impossible for the force of man to do it.



After this, the father ordered the bundle to be untied and gave a single stick to each of his sons, at the same, time bidding him try to break it. They all did this, with great ease, upon which, the father addressed them to this effect: “Oh, my sons, behold the power of union . For if you would but keep yourselves strictly joined in the bonds of friendship, as the sticks united in one bundle, it would not be in the power of any mortal to hurt you; but when once the ties of brotherly affection are dissolved, how soon you become exposed to every injurious hand that assaults you.”

Union is Strength.


IF what we suffer has been brought on us by ourselves, patience is eminently our duty, since no one ought to be angry at feeling that which he has deserved. If we are conscious that we have not contributed to our own sufferings, if punishment falls upon innocence, or disappointment happens to industry and prudence, patience, whether more necessary or not, is much easier, since our pain is then without aggravation, and we have not the bitterness of remorse to add to the asperity of misfortune.

It seems as reasonable to enjoy blessings with confidence, as to resign them with submission, and to hope for the continuance of good which we possess without insolence or voluptuousness, as for the restitution of that which we lose without despondency or murmurs.

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