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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,
And here are all the go.”.
Replied the modest little bird.
I confess I never heard.
In future, be not vain;
Of the ignorant to gain-
Is the best I ever knew;
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,
Oh! what are all the notes that ever rung
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.
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.
Old couriers of the sky,
Yon still immensity..
Along the deep ye tower,
Ye loomed in pride and power,
Ye linger with the silver stars,
Ye pass before the sun-
And when the roar is done,
And wave them to the world,
Brave banners all unfurled-
* And then, in still and summer hours,
When men sit weary down,
With shadowy pinions on-
A saddened silence fills,
Ye sweep along the hills-
AN EASTERN EVENING.
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.