I.

8.

Go to the country

And if you are unmarried, I'll engage

You'll there meet with the one whom you will love,
And not be single quite another year.

9.

G.-Others walk through fiery trouble,
Seeking rest, but finding none;
Broken is the glassy bubble

Which the golden wedding won;
Noisy care, and woe unceasing,

Fill each restless heart with fears,
And the toils of life increasing,
Darken o'er their wretched years

You'll be free from such tormenting,
Free from tumult-free from care-

And you'll never know repenting

From the freedom you will bear;
Happy in the joys you cherish,

Happy in a single life,

Yours the bliss that will not perish,
Farewell trouble!-Farewell wife!

L.-One more unfortunate,

Long having tarried,

Rash and importunate,

Soon will be married.

Kennicott.

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I.

Heed not the scrutiny
Into the mutiny

'Gainst your own name;
Before a great while

Those who scornfully smile
Will be doing the same!

10.

G-Cry out upon abuses, seem to weep

Over your country's wrongs; and by this face,
This brow of seeming justice, you will win
The hearts of all that you do angle for.

L.-There is an art none can excel,
And one that all may know;

It is the art of doing well-
'Tis learned by-living so.

Shakspeare.

11.

Wisely weigh your comforts with your sorrows.

Shakspeare

Why thus longing, thus forever sighing
For the far off, unattained, and dim;
While the beautiful all around thee lying
Offers up its low perpetual hymn?

I.

Wouldst thou listen to its gentle teaching,

All thy restless yearning it would still;
Leaf and flower, and laden bee are preaching-
Thine own sphere, though humble, first to fill.

Poor indeed thou must be, if around thee

Thou no ray of light and joy canst throw;
If no silken cord of love hath bound thee
To some little world through weal or woe.

If no dear eyes thy fond love can brighten-
No fond voices answer to thine own;
If no brother's sorrow thou canst lighten
By daily sympathy, and gentle tone.

Not by deeds that win the crowd's applauses,
Not by works that give thee world renown,
Not by martyrdom, or vaunted crosses,

Canst thou win and wear the immortal crown.

Daily struggling, though unloved and lonely,
Every day a rich reward will give;
Thou will find, by hearty striving only,

And truly loving, thou canst truly live.

Harriet Winslow.

12.

They only deserve friends who make themselves independent of them, by securing the friendship of God and their own conscience.

I.

13.

G. That of all your faults your jealousy
Exacts the hardest services, and pays

The bitterest wages. Its service is—
To watch an enemy's success.

To be sure of it.

Its wages

Colton.

L.-Gentle and pure thou art-yet is thy soul

Filled with a maiden's vague and pleasant dreams,
Sweet phantasies, that mock at thought's control,
Like atoms round thee float in fancy's beams;
But trust them not, young dreamer, bid them flee-
They have deceived all others, and will thee.

Mrs. Embury.

14.

That you use religion as a diver does his bell, to venture down into the deep of worldliness with safety, and there grope for pearls, with just as much of heaven's air as will keep you from suffocating.

15.

Cheever.

G.-You're jealous, though you're trying not to show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

Byron.

I.

L.-You feel, when you see that smile,
Something that's pleasant

Though your heart all the while
Throbs so incessant:

Is it the pulse in which
Love pays his visit?
His is a sharper twitch,
Guess you what is it?

16.

G. When dangers surround us on every side,
And safety's the wish of us all,

It surely is wisdom at once to provide

For the worst that may chance to befall,

Then guard well your heart—for how sad a mistake,
Should it ever be stolen or lost-

And rogues are now watching, all ready to make
The treasure their own, at your cost.

D. M. A.
L.—Oh, sigh not for love, if you wish not to know
Every torment that waits on us mortals below;
fain would avoid all the dangers and snares
That attend human life, and escape all its cares.

If

you

17.

G.-You shall see a vision with flaxen hair,

And with such an ethereal eye and smile
As tells of the genius that harbors there,
And the wit that in ambush lies the while,-