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The nightingale said, “Little one,

Pray tell me who they are ?".

“ The pretty bugs and beetles, Sir,

And surely you must know,
That they are very knowing ones,

And here are all the go.”.
" That may be very true,"

Replied the modest little bird.
“But of their taste for music

I confess I never heard.
“So take advice, my little friend,

In future, be not vain;
Nor anxious the applauses

Of the ignorant to gain-
Your music, for a cricket,

Is the best I ever knew;
But it is not quite a nightingale's" —

And so away she flew.

THE FALLS OF NIAGARA. THE thoughts are strange that crowd into my brain, While I look upwards to thee. It would seem As if God poured thee from his “hollow hand," And hung his bow upon thine awful front; And spoke in that loud voice, which seemed to him Who dwelt in Patmos for his Savior's sake, “ The sound of many waters ;” and had bade Thy flood to chronicle the ages back And notch His centries in the eternal rocks.

Deep calleth unto deep. And what are we,
That hear the question of that voice sublime ?


Oh! what are all the notes that ever rung
From war's vain trumpet, by thy thundering side!
Yea, what is all the riot man can make
In his short life, to thy unceasing roar!
And yet, bold babbler, what art thou to Him
Who drowned a world, and heaped the waters far
Above its loftiest mountains ?–a light wave,
That breaks, and whispers of its Maker's might!

IMPATIENCE. In those evils which are allotted to us by Providence, such as deformity, privation of the senses, or old age, it is always to be remembered, that impatience can have no present effect, but to deprive us of the consolations which our condition admits, by driving away from us those by whose conversation, or advice, we might be amused or helped ; and that with regard to futurity, it is yet less to be justified, since without lessening the pain it cuts off the hope of that reward, which he, by whom it is inflicted, will confer upon those that bear it well.

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A MEDDLING Jackdaw was vain enough to imagine that he wanted nothing but the colored plumes to render him as elegant a bird as the Peacock. Puffed up with this wise conceit, he dressed himself in some of their most beautiful feathers, and in this borrowed garb, forsaking his old companions, endeavored to pass for a Peacock; but he no sooner attempted to associate with these elegant birds, than an affected strut betrayed the vain pretender.

The offended peacocks, plucking from him their degraded feathers, soon stripped him of his finery, reduced him to a mere Jackdaw, and drove him back to his brethren; by whom he was now equally despised, and justly punished with derision and contempt.

False pretences are sure of detection


O CLOUDS! ye ancient messengers,

Old couriers of the sky,
Treading as in primeval years,

Yon still immensity..
In march how wildly beautiful

Along the deep ye tower,
Begirt, as when from chaos dull

Ye loomed in pride and power,
To crown creation's morning hour.

Ye linger with the silver stars,

Ye pass before the sun-
Ye martial elements to wars,

And when the roar is done,
Ye lift your volumed robes in light,

And wave them to the world,
Like victory flags o'er scattered fight,

Brave banners all unfurled-
Still there, though rent and tempest hurled.

* And then, in still and summer hours,

When men sit weary down,
Ye come o'er heated fields and flowers,

With shadowy pinions on-
Ye hover where the fervent earth

A saddened silence fills,
And, mourning o'er its stricken mirth,

Ye sweep along the hills-
Then how the wakening landscape thrills!

EVENING comes on : arising from the stream,
Homeward the tall flamingo wings his flight;
And where he sails athwart the setting beam,
His scarlet plumage glows with deeper light.
The watchman, at the wished approach of night,
Gladly forsakes the field, where he all day,
To scare the winged plunderers from their prey,
With shout and sling, from yonder clay-built height,
Hath borne the sultry ray.
Hark! at the Golden Palaces,
The Bramin strikes the hour-
For leagues and leagues around, the brazen sound
Rolls through the stillness of departing day,
Like thunder far away.

RIDICULE. , He that indulges himself in ridiculing the little "im. perfections and weaknesses of his friends, will in time find mankind united against him. The man who sees another ridiculed before him, though he may, for the present, concur in the general laugh, yet in a cool hour he will consider the same trick might be played against himself; but when there is no sense of this danger, the natural pride of human nature rises against him, who, by general censures, lays claim to general superiority.

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