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Domestic bliss-domestic ties,
That' sense and reason bind.
And all her paths are peace.”
Who rests on Heaven alone,
What calmer hours disown:
But Faith will still increase ;
And all her paths are peace.”
THE COTTAGE OF CONTENT; OR, THE ABODE
The Cottage of Content.
Towards the humble cot,
Of that delightful spot.
Some children ran about, i
All vigorous and stout.
Just like th' industrious ant,
Against cold winter's want. , ?
And makes all nature gay,
Witn necessaries blest!
Not so with minds, whose heap'd up wealth
Corrodes anıl spoils their sleep:
Which long they cannot keep.
And day and night be spent
God praise and me content.
Thoughts on Death ;
OR, THE D MAN NIGH THE END OF HIS JOURNEY. N Youth, by hopes remov'd to distant days, Death's shadowy form no glancing eye dismays; waining Age, the palsied hand of fear, ith all its terrors brings the Spectre near! hen, Fancy, skilful in the painter's art, hapes the grim feature, and projects the dart. lan, wretched Man! whom lengthen'd woes attend, till clings to life, and fears his last, best friend; f pain and want tenacious, gasps for breath, nd tir'd, and restless, dreads the sleep of death!
By age, and age's wants and woes grown wise, view thee, Death, thó' near, with placid eyes, 'hy hast’ning strides let Superstition dread, nd Vice, too late repenting, hide her head.; or me, I find no terrors in thy face, arent of rest, and minister of grace ; ! lead me quickly to the blissful shore There Fraud and Malice shall pursue no more.
With joy the sailor, long by tempest tost, preads all his canvas for the rising coast ; ith joy the hind, his daily labour done, res the broad shadow, and the setting sun ; ith joy the slave, worn out with tedious woes, Bholds the hand that liberty bestows: So Death, with joy, my feeble voice shall greet, y hand shall beckon, and my wish shall meet, or dim the path that leads to his abode, God's bright footsteps mark'd the lucid road. . .
let me trace the kind conducting ray, nd follow Jesue to the realms of day.
THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR.
And mark the moral of my rhymes.
And lose their waters in the main, *. .
His hopes, his wishes, ah! how vain!
The ball of time knows no decay;
WE HOPEAN GOD'S ETERNAL
NOTES TO CORRESPONDENTS. THE prose favours of T. B. G.-J. A.-4.D. - GALLOVIDIANà ConstanT READER -- Thoughts on the New Year on the Uncer tainty of Life-Thé Hernhooter and Letter from a Father to h Son on his going to India, are received-also, the poetical contribs tions of S. L. L.-On Cruelty to Brutes-a Wish_Winter Describe
and the Dying Drunkard, a fragment Rules recommended to Şervants are excellent; but they are alread inserted under the head of "Advice to Servants," in our V. and VI numbers.
We will be much obliged to G, D. P. for the continuation of 1 awful, but justly delineated picture; as he, and our correspondem in general must be aware, that we would be left in a very awkwar predicament, were we to insert any subject to be continued, and N alterwards disappointed by the remainder nut coming to hand.
Were it not from a wish to preserve uniformity we would certainly ayail ourselves of the judicious suggestion by J. D. ; but as the pape are in general short, the inconvenience he alludes to cannot be great i the numbers, and will be in some degree remedied when the volum is bound up with the Index. His Enigmà we think well calculate for our work, and shall be inserted in our next. i.
"A FRIEND,' into whose hands the Cheap Magazine but very Jately fell,' has our best thanks for his kind hirt."
It gives us pleasure to observe, that, in the manner we have hithert conducted our little work, we have given such satisfaction to E. Wand this candid and sensible writer may rest assured, that in any 1 alteration we may make in our Second Volume we shall not lose sigh of our original design. . ..
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The Heaven shall reveal his iniquity; and the Earth shail rise u: against him."
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op . a Bloody MURDER DISCOVERED! ... AND ANOTHER PREVENTED BY
** The voice of thy Brother's blood erieth unto me from the Ground." . ..
Gen. xiv, 10. IN looking over the events of the present year, one cannot help being forcibly struck with that deplorable picture we have of the times, in the number of atrocious and bloody murders that have been committed since its commencement; and yet, there has no truth been more fully confirmed by the event, since the day it was uttered, than of that Text which I have chosen for my motto.
Indeed, so frequently kas this been verified in the discoycry of murder the most secret, by means singular and unexpected, that the impossibility of concealing this dreadful crime has become proverbial. If your limits would permit, I could furnishi you with many an instance of this VOL. I.
nature, but for the present will confine myself to the following well authenticated Anecdote, for which the public is indebted to the writings of Mr PRATT.
“A favourite dog, belonging to an English nobleman, had fallen into disgrace, from an incorrigible habit of annoying the flocks of the neighbouring farmers. One of these having, in vain, driven the depredator from bis premises, came at length to the offender's master, with a dead lanh under his arm, the victim of the last night's plunder. The nobleman being extremely angry at the dog's transgression, rang the bell for his servant, and ordered him to be immediately hanged, or some other way disposed of, so that on his return from a journey he was about to undertake, he might never see him again. , He then left the apartment, and the fate of the dog was for a few hours suspended. The interval though short was not thrown away. "The condemned animal was sufficiently an adept in the tones of his master's voice, to believe there was any hope left for a reversion of his sentence. He therefore adopted the only alternative between life and death, by-making bis escape. In the course of the evening, while the same servant was waiting at table, his lordship denianded if his order had been obeyed respecting the dog? " After an hour's search, he is no where to be found, my lord," replied the servant. The general conclusion for some days was, that the dog, conscious of being in disgrace, had concealed himself in the house of a tenant, or some other person who knew him.' "A month, however, passed without any thing being heard respecting him ; it was therefore thought he had fallen into the hands of his late accuser, the farmer, and had suffered for his transgressions. in.. :-“ About a year after, while his lordship'was journeying into Scotland, attended only by one servant, a severe storm drove him to take shelter under a hovel belonging to a i je 99.i-fi na vita
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