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Truth.---Toleration. -Tenderness to Animals. 227 it altogether wise to have no other bounds to your impositions, than the patience of those who are to bear them ?-Burke.

TRUTH. THERE is no crime more infamous than the violation of truth : It is apparent, that men can be fociable beings' ño longer than they can believe each other. When speech is employed only as the vehicle of falsehood, every man mult disunite himself from others, inhabit his own cave, and seek prey only for himself. Idler.

TOLERATION. WE all know, that toleration is odious to the intolerant; freedom to oppressors ; property to robbers ; and all kinds and degrees of prosperity to the envious. —Burke.

THE heart is bard in nature, and unfit
For human fellowship, as being void
Offympathy, and therefore dead alike
To love and friend thip both, that is not pleas'd
With sight of animals enjoying life,
Nor feels their happiness augment his own.
The bounding fawn, that darts acrofs the glade
When none pursues, through mere delight of heart,
And spirits buoyant with excess of glee ;
The horse as wanton, and almost as fleet,
That skims the spacious meadow at full speed,
Then stops, and sports, and throwing high his heels,
Starts to the voluntary race again ;

very kine that gambol at high noon,
The total herd receiving first from one
That leads the dance a summons to be gay,
Though wild their strange vagaries, and uncouth
Their efforts, yet refolv'd with one confent,
To give such act and utterance as they may
To ecltacy too big to be suppress'd-
These, and a thousand images of bliss,
With which kind nature graces ev'ry scene
Where cruel man defeats nor her design,
Impart to the benevolent, who wish
All that are capable of pleasure pleas’d,
A far superior happiness to theirs,
The comfort of a reasonable joy.- Cowper.

I WOULD not enter on my list of friends (Though grac'd with polish'd manners and fine senses Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm. An inadvertent slep may crush the snail That crawls at ev'ning in the public path ; But he that has humanity, forewarn'd, Will tread aside, and let the reptile live. The creeping vermin, loathsome to the light, And charg'd perhaps with venom, that intrudes, A visitor unwelcome, into scenes Sacred to neatness and repose--th' alcove, The chamber, or refectory-may die: A necesiary act incurs no blame. Not so, when, held within their proper bounds, And guiltless of offence, they range the air, Or take their pastime in the spacious field : There they are privileg'd ; and he that hunts Or harms them there is guilty of a wrong, Disturbs the economy of nature's realm, Who, when she form’d, design'd them an abode. The sum is this.-- If man's convenience, health, Or safety, interfere, his rights and claims Are paramount, and must extinguith their's. Else they are all--the meanest things that are As free to live, and to enjoy that life, As God was free to form them at the first, Who, in his fou'reign wisdom, made them all. Ye, therefore, who love


To love it too. The spring-time of our years -
Is soon dishonor'd and defild in most
By budding ills, that ask a prudent hand
To check them. But, alas ! none sooner shoots,
If unrestrain'd, into luxuriant growth,
Than cruelty, most dey’lish of them all.
Mercy to him that shows it, is the rule
And righteous limitation of its act,
By which heav'n moves in pard’ning guilty man ;
And he that shows none, being ripe in years,
And conscious of the outrage he commits,
Shall seek it, and not find it in his turn.--Idem.



To-Day and To-Morrow.-Virtue. -Vanity.

TO-DAY man's dress’d in gold and silver bright,
Wrapt in a shroud before to morrow night;
To-day he's feeding on delicious food,
Tomorrow dead, unable to do good;
To-day he's oice, and scorns to teed on crumbs,
To-morrow he's himself a dish for worms;
To-day he's honor'd and in vait esteem,
*To-morrow not a beggar values him ;
To-day he rises from a velvet bed,
Tomorrow lies in one that's made of lead ;
To-day his house, tho' large, he thinks but small,

To-morrow no command, no house at all ;
To-day has forty servants at his gate,
To-morrow scorn'd, not one of them will wait ;
To-day perfum’d, as sweet as any rose,
Tomorrow stinks in every body's nose ;
To-day he's grand, majestic, all delight,
Ghaftful and pale before to-morrow night;
True, as the scripture says, “ man's life's a span;"
The present moment is the life of man.


VIRTUE. HE that would govern his actions by the laws of virtue, must regulate his thoughts by the laws of reason; he must keep guilt from the recesses of his heart, and remember that the pleasures of fancy and the emotions of desire, are more dangerous as they are more hidden, fince they escape the awe of observation, and operate equally in every situation, without the concurrence of external opportunities. -Rambler.

TO dread no eye and to suspect no tongue, is ihe great prerogative of innocence; an exemption granted only to invariable virtue. But guilt has always its horrors and folicitudes ; and to make it yet more shameful and detestable, it is doomed often to stand in awe of those, to whom nothing could give influence or weight, but their power of betraying. Idem.


SO weak are human kind by nature made,
Or to such weakuess by their vice betray'd,
Almighty vanity to thee they owe
Their zell of pleasure and their balın of woc,

Thou, like the sun, all colours doft contain,
Varying like rays of light on drops of rain ;
For ev'ry soul finds reasons to be proud,
Tho' hiss’d and hooted by the pointing crowd. Young.

VICE is a monster of so frightful mien,
As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ;
Yet, seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.-- Pope.

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AS when the sea breaks o'er its bounds,
And overflows the level grounds ;
Those banks and dams, that like a fkreen
Did keep it out, now keep it in:
So when tyrannic usurpation,
Invades the freedom of a nation,
Those laws o'th' land that were intended
To keep it out, are made defend it,--Hudibras.

ONE to destroy is murder by the law;
And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe.
To murder thousands, takes a specious name,
War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.

When, after battle, I the field have seen
Spread o'er with ghaltly shapes, which once were men;
A nation crush'd! a nation of the brave !
Á realm of death! and on this side the grave !
Are there, faid I, who from this sad survey,
This human chaos, carry smiles away?
How did my heart with indignation rise !
How honelt nature swell'd into my eyes !
How was I shock'd, to think the hero's trade
Of such materials, fame and triumph made !--Young,

FIRST Envy, eldest born of hell, embrued
Her hands in blood, and taught the sons of men
To make a death which nature never made,
And God abhorr'd; with violence rude to break
The thread of life ere half its length was run,
And rob a wretched brother of his being.
With joy Ambition faw, and soon impror'd

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The execrable deed. 'Twas not enough
By subtle fraud to Inatch a lingle life ;
Puny in piety! whole kingdoms fell
To face the luft of power: more horrid still,
The fouleit ftain and Icandal of our nature
Became its boalt. One murder makes a villain ;
Millions a hero. Princes were privileged
To kill; and numbers fanctified the crime.
Ah! why will kings forget that they are men ?
And men that they are brethren ? Why delight
In human facrifice? Why burst the ries
Of nature, that should knit their souls together
In one fofi bond of amity and love?
Yet still they breathe deitruction, still go on,
Inhumanly ingenious, to find out
New pains for life, new terrors for the grave.
Artificers of death! fill monarchs dream
Of universal empire growing up
From universal ruin. Blast the design,
Great God of hosts! nor let thy creatures fall
Uopitied victims at Ambition's shrine ! - Porteus.

AS war is the extremity of evil, it is surely the duty of those whose ftation entrusts them with the care of nations, to avert it from their charge. There are diseases of an animal nature which nothing but amputation can remove ; so there may, by the depravation of human pallions, be sometimes a gangrene in collected life, for which fire and the sword are the necessary remedies ; but in what can skill or caution be better shewn, than in preventing such dreadful operations, while there is room for gentler methods ?-johnson.

WAR never fails to exhaust the state, and endanger its destruction, with whatever success it is carried on. Though it may be commenced with advantage, it can never be finished without danger of the most fatal reverse of fortune. With whatever fuperiority of Itrength an engagement is begun, the least miltake, the lightest accident, may turn the scale and give victory to the enemy. Nor can a nation that should be always victorious prosper; it would destroy itself by destroying others: the country would be depopulated, the foil untilled, and trade interrupted: and what is worse, the best laws would lose their force, and a corruption of manners infenfibly take place. Literature will be neglected among the youth ; the troops, conscious of their own importance, will indulge themselves in the most pernicious licentiousness with

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