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L.-Once Love in myrtle shades reposed,

His bow and darts behind him slung,
And dewy twilight round him closed,


these numbers sung
“Oh Love! thy sylvan bower

I'll fly while I've the power;
Thy primrose way leads maids where they

Love, honor, and obey."

Speed, arrow, to thy mark,” he cried

Swift as a ray of light it flew !
Love spread his purple pinions wide,
And faded from

your view!
Joy filled your sparkling eyes,

Love's captive by surprise ;

say, one bridal day,
“ Love, honor, and obev."


G.-Oh, if thy spirit meet on earth but one

Whose heart in sympathy springs to thine own,
Who will with holy love, deep, pure, and free,
Be the bright star of home, loving but thee,
Cherish that priceless flower, hold the gem fast,
Fame, wealth, may fade away--that love will last.

L.-Let the cool stream of prudence temper the hot spring

of zeal; Discretion guard thine asking, discretion aid thine answer; G..

And teach that well-timed silence hath more eloquence

than speech. So shalt thou gain thine honorable end, nor lose the wished

for prize ; So shalt thy life be useful, and thy young heart happy.



Fear God, and besides him fear none but that man who fears Him not.

One Niagara is enough for a continent or a world ; while that same world needs thousands, and tens of thousands of silver fountains, and gently flowing rivulets, that shall water every farm, and every meadow, and every garden, and that shall flow on every day and every night, with their gentle and quiet beauty. So with the acts of our lives. It is not by great deeds only, like these of Howard-not by great sufferings only, like these of the martyrs--that good is to be done; it is by the daily and quiet virtues of life—the Christian temper, the meek forbearance, the spirit of forgiveness, and the doing small duties cheerfully that we all may be useful, and therefore happy.

Albert Barnes.


You've friends in need, and friends indeed,

And this you'll find quite true,
For yours are all such needy friends,

No doubt they'll stick to you.


If like to any thing on earth

Thy nightly visions be,
They certainly portend the birth

Of something sad to thee;
But if on Heaven, or things above,

Thy nightly visions rest
Then shall thy heart, that inly mourns,

By future good be blessed.


G.–That you are endowed with many good qualities, but that you are like one, who, with his pockets full of gold, always wants change for ordinary occasions.

L.-None know thee but to love thee,

None name thee but to praise.



G.-It is not what your hands have done,

That weighs your spirit down;
That casts a shadow o'er the sun,

And over earth a frown.

We judge by actions, which we view

Brought out before the sun ;
But conscience brings reproach to you,

For what you've left undone.


L.-On, what a tangled web we weave,

When first we practice to deceive.



If at any time you are pressed to do a thing hastily, be careful; fraud and deceit are always in haste; diffidence is the right eye of prudence.

Let to-morrow take care of to-morrow,

Leave things of the future to fate;
What's the use to anticipate sorrow?

Life's troubles come never too late !
If to hope overmuch be an error,

'Tis one that the wise have preferred ;
And how often have hearts been in terror

Of evils that never occurred;

Have faith—and thy faith shall sustain thee,

Permit not suspicion and care,
With invisible bonds to enchain thee,

But bear what God gives thee to bear.
By His spirit supported and gladdened,

Be ne'er by forebodings deterred,
But think how oft hearts have been saddened,

By fears of what never occurred !

Let to-morrow take care of to-morrow;

Short and dark as our life may appear,
We may make it still darker by sorrow,

Still shorter by folly and fear!


Half our troubles are half our invention,

And often from blessings conferred ;
We have shrunk from the wild apprehension
Of evils that never occurred !

C. Swaina



'Tis well to learn that

sunny May quickly change to mournful shade; 'Tis well to prize life's scattered flowers, Yet be prepared to see them fade.

E. Cook,


Thou seest only what is fair,

Thou sippest only what is sweet;
Thou wilt mock at fate and care,
Leave the chaff, and take the wheat.

R. W. Emerson,

Life is like the wind that blows

When the clouds of morn are breaking ; Life is like the stream that flows,

Something leaving something taking! Better cherish what you may,

Than recall the past with sorrow; As the world rolled yesterday,

So 'twill roll for you to-morrow.

As the sun now glows on earth,

Ages have beheld it glow;

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