You will learn to behold in the Deity the benignity and tenderness of a father; for in the tranquillizing stillness of a fine morning we are inclined to recall every instance of divine favour, protection, and mercy. We look upon the world through the happiest medium, and dwell upon its charms.* Here we seek to express our sensibility in the strains, the immortal Milton tells us, were used by our first parents, when they beheld the primitive creation of God: when sorrow was not, nor guilt, nor fear:-"These are thy glorious works, Parent of good!" Let others teach you the accomplishments, the arts, the sciences, which embellish life: be mine this calm, this peaceful hour, to instruct the young inhabitant of the world to sympathize with universal nature, with the cattle which ruminate; with the sporting of their young and to contemplate the promise of the vegetable creation, the profusion of wild flowers which embalm the air: the genial temperature of the sky; all around breathing content, and hope, and joy:

The hum of bees; the linnet's lay of love;

And tuneful choir, that wake the universal grove.

* "The common benefits of our nature entirely escape us. Yet these are the great things." Study deeply Chap. XXVI. of Paley's Nat. Theology, on the Goodness of the Deity, p. 464.

Morning-Walk.

MORNING-WALK.

SUMMER.

Sweet Vale of peace! where far from Fashion's throng,
Glides the calm current of our days along:
Where sage instruction of Inspiration's page,
And soft parental cares our hours engage;
Whene'er we leave thee, lingering Mem'ry dwells
With fondness on thy meads, and leafy dells:
And this loved home is dear to every breast,
As to the linnet is her moss-wove nest.

THE gay choristers now welcome the coming hours of day; and the well-known voices summon you from beneath the paternal roof, to join in the woodland hymn, and praise of all creation.

But first we reverently bend the knee in private ; -and when the Mother's morning kiss of love goes round, then we hasten forth, for in this prime hour of day, we best learn to view how fair are the works of nature; or, from the apartments which catch the first ray of the sun, we take delight in watching your steps, as you disperse into the walks, each committing to memory a portion of verse, selected generally from Thomson, the poet of Nature, who has imparadised this earth. The Seasons (10) painted so fair,

invite the youth of the chosen isle to imbibe his precepts. Here will we offer a new garland to crown his bust, and do homage, " till, by swift degrees, the love of nature works and warms the bosom." Promise to repeat Thomson's Hymn annually.

The poet Cowper's pensive form will meet us in the grove; (11) but now we hasten to the open fields, to taste the genial breeze more unconfined. There breathes the Divine Spirit of nature, so refreshing to the senses of all; even the labourers in that busy scene below us, they too feel its influence, without reflection; and the merry sounds from the hay or the corn-fields, &c. tell how animating is the vital air. And the milk-maid singeth blithe,

And the mower whets his scythe, &c.

Is it not to be regretted, that the ballads of the people which abounded in the good old times of Queen Elizabeth and King James I. have perished? Then the reapers had their harvest-song; the herdsmen their carol; the anglers theirs; and every trade its appropriate tune. Then England was styled merry old England."

And as innocence and gayety now sway your bosom, so may all the sweet illusions of youth long embellish it. May a sensibility to the harmony which Nature has spread throughout her works, create a mild and beneficent temper, as all the innocent delights of our being shall be pointed out by maternal