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For all who swell the pean there,
Must sing of sins and faults forgiven.
L.—The worldling is like the hind wheel of a carriage : always following after the front wheel of happiness, but never reaching it.
G.-When well-formed features beauty's offspring speak,
And health's warm blushes tinge the youthful cheek,
L.--Of undergoing extinction in drawing-rooms-of surrendering your divine faculties to wither in lamp-light, and be wafted away in perfume and praise.
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It may be that thou wilt forget thy grief,
be that thy heart will find relief
From which will issue blessed streams; and yet,
Mrs. S. J. Hale.
Your days, though few, will pass
Thou must suffer, ere thy spirit
Shall attain its highest goal !
To the upward struggling soul?
Gropes its way above the sod,
Struggle through the dark to God.
Light untempered pales the blossom,
Suns ur.clouded blight the grain-
Calls the clouds and gives them rain.
Grain within His guarded field, Need'st thou not, as well as sunshine,
Rain, to make thee thrive and yield ?
Life is toil—they live, they only,
Who amid their daily cares, See a mighty end upspringing,
Like choice wheat among the tares. They who patience glean from trial,
Strength from struggle, hope from pain,
They twice live-on earth, in heaven-
Caroline A. Briggs.
'Tis folly all for us, poor worms, to trace
The map of our own path—for oft ere years
Stern disappointment blots them out in tears.
Misfortune does not always wait on vice;
A needless question that, for you to ask,
Where "impudence" itself can introduce.
G.–Take an opportunity of praising her to her most intimate friend, but with a solemn injunction of secrecy. Of course, the friend will infallibly inform her principal, the first moment she sees her, and this is a mode of flattery which always succeeds.
L.—Tis o'er the empire of the heart
That woman holds the reign,
Her tears will e'er obtain.
6.-Perhaps this cruel nymph well knows to feign
Forbidding speech, coy looks, and cold disdain,
L.-Your coldness he heeds not,
Your frown he'll defy,
The time has gone by
Then, lady, look kindly,
Or frown on him still,
He'll yield to your will ;
hand. Mrs. Osgood
Most fond of the theatre, concert, and ball,
In the city or country to roam ;
Of any place, rather than hoine !
G.--A nature which has the carbonized tinder of irritability, the nitre of latent passion, and the sulphur of illhumor-all lying in hot neighborhood, and close by a reverberating furnace of fancy. We have here the components of driest gunpowder, ready on occasion of the smallest spark to blaze up! And she finds, too, that sparks are nowhere wanting
L.--He, fairly looking into life's account,
Sees frowns and favors are of like amount;
A happy man is he; he knows the world, and cares not for it; after many traverses of thought, he is grown to know what he may trust to, and stands equally armed for all events; and he can so frame his thoughts to his estate, that when he hath least he cannot want, because as far from desire as superfluity, for he walks cheerfully the way that God hath chalked, and never wishes it more wide, or more smooth. His strife is ever to redeem, and not to spend time. In spiritual things he is graciously ambitious. He walks ever in the midway betwixt hopes and fears, resolving to fear nothing but God, to hope for nothing but that which he mu have. If all the world were his he could be no other than he is, no whit gladder of himself, no whit higher in his carriage, because he knows content