Nor customary suits of solemn black,
Nor windy suspiration" of forced breath;
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Nor the dejected 'havior196 of the visage,
Together with all forms, moods, shows of grief,
That can denote me truly; these indeed seem,
For they are actions that a man might play;
But I have that within which passeth show,
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

5. THE VIRTUOUS LADY IN PERIL. Milton.
These thoughts may startle well, but not astound
The virtuous mind, that ever walks attended
By a strong siding champion, Conscience.-
O welcome, pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings,
And thou, unblemished form of Chastity!
I see ye visibly, and now believe

That he, the Supreme Good, to whom all things ill
Are but as slavish officers of vengeance,
Would send a glistering guardian, if need were,
To keep my life and honor unassailed.

6. WOLSEY'S ADVICE TO CROMWELL.

Shakspeare.

Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition!
By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then,
The image of his Maker, hope to win by it?

Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee:
Corruption wins not more than honesty.

Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,

To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not.

Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,

Thy God's and truth's: then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell : Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.

7. AGAINST INDIFFERENCE TO NATURE'S CHARMS. - Beattie. O, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which nature to her vōtary yields!

The warbling woodland, the resounding shore,
The pomp of groves, the garniture of fields;
All that the genial ray of morning gilds,
And all that echoes to the song of even,

All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields,
And all the dread magnificence of heaven,-

O, how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven!

8. OMNIPRESENCE OF THE DEITY. - Thomson.
Should fate command me to the furthest verge
Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes,
Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun
Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam
Flames on the Atlantic isles; 't is naught to me;
Since God is ever present. ever felt,
In the voidste as in the city full;

Anu where He vital breathes there must be joy.
When even at last the solemn hour shall come,
And wing my mystic flight to future worlds,
I cheerful will obey there, with new powers,
Will rising wonders sing: I cannot go
Where Universal Love not smiles around,
Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns;
From seeming evil, still educing good,
And better thence again, and better still,
In infinite progression. But I lose

Myself in him, in light ineffable,

Come then, expressive Silence, muse his praise.

XXXVII.

APPEAL TO THE MOTHER COUNTRY.

FROM THE ADDRESS OF THE TWELVE UNITED COLONIES, JULY 8, 1775, BY THEIR DELEGATES IN CONGRESS, TO THE INHABITANTS OF GREAT

BRITAIN.

1. FRIENDS, Countrymen, and brethren! The once populous, flourishing and commercial town of Boston, is now garrisoned by an army, sent not to protect, but to enslave, its inhabitants. The

civil government is overturned, and a military despotism erected its ruins. Without law, without right, powers are assumed unknown to the constitution.

upon

2. To what are we to attribute this treatment? If to any secret principle of the constitution, let it be mentioned! Let us learn that the government we have long revered is not without its defects; and that while it gives freedom to a part, it necessarily enslaves the rest of the empire. If such a principle exists, why, for ages, has it ceased to operate? Why at this time is it called into action?

3. Can no reason be assigned for this conduct? Or must it be resolved into the wanton exercise of arbitrary power? And shall the descendants of Britons tamely submit to this? No, sirs! While we revere the memory of our gallant and virtuous ancestors, we never will, we never car,' surrender those glorious privileges, for which they fought, bled, and conquered.

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4. Admit that your fleets can destroy our towns and ravage our sea-coasts; those are inconsiderable objects — things of no moment to men whose bosoms glow with the ardor of liberty. We can retire beyond the reach of your navy, and, without any sensible diminution of the luxuries of life, enjoy a luxury which from that moment you184 will want the luxury of being free! 5. We know the force of your arms; and, were it called forth in the cause of justice and your country, we might dread the exertion; but will Britons fight under the banners of tyranny? Will they counteract the labors, and disgrace the victories, of their ancestors? Will they forge chains for their posterity? If they descend to this unworthy task, will their swords retain their edge their arms their accustomed vigor?

6. No! Britons can never become the instruments of oppression, till they lose the spirit of freedom, by which alone they are invincible! Since, then, your liberties must be the price of your victories, your ruin of your defeat, what blind fatality can urge you to a pursuit destructive of all that Britons hold dear?

7. If you have no regard for the constitution that has for ages subsisted between us if you have forgot the wounds we

pire, tion,

have received, fighting by your side for the extension of the enif our commerce is an object below your consideraif justice and humanity have lost their influence on your hearts, still motives are not wanting to excite your indignation at the measures now pursued: your wealth, your honor, your liberty are at stake!

XXXVIII. POOR RICHARD'S SAYINGS.

1. Ir pride leads the van, beggary brings up the rear. He that can travel well afoot, keeps a good horse. Mary's mouth costs her nothing, for she never opens it but at others' expense. Some men grow mad by studying much12 to know; but who grows mad by studying good to grow?

2. Take this remark from Richard poor and lame, Whate'er 's196 begun in anger ends in shame. The worst wheel of the cart makes the most noise. He that falls in love with himself, will have no rivals. Against diseases, know the strongest fence is the defensive virtue, abstinence. If you would have a faithful servant, and one that you like, serve yourself.

3. A mob's a monster; with heads enough, but no brains. There is nothing humbler than ambition when it is about to climb. The discontented man finds no easy chair. When Prosperity was well mounted, she let go the bridle, and soon came tumbling out of the saddle. A little neglect may breed great mischief; for want of a nail the shoe was lost, and for want of a shoe the horse was lost, and for want of a horse the rider was lost.

4. A false friend and a shadow attend only while the sun shines. Plough deep while sluggards sleep, and you shall have corn to sell and to keep. Old boys have playthings as well as young ones; the difference is only in the price. If you would keep your secret from an enemy, tell it not to a friend.

5. One to-day is worth two to-morrows. What maintains one vice, would bring up two children. It is foolish to lay out money in a purchase of repentance. If you would know the value of money, go and try to borrow some; for he that goes a borrowing, goes a sorrowing. Pride breakfasted with plenty

dined with poverty, and supped with contempt. Fly pleasures, and they will follow you.

6. Creditors have better memories than debtors; creditors arc a superstitious sect, great observers of set days and times, Sloth makes all things difficult; industry, all easy. But, after all, do not depend too much upon your own industry, and frugality, and prudence, though excellent things; for they may all be blasted without the blessing of Heaven.

1. I ONCE saw a poor fellow, keen and clever,

2.

3.

Witty and wise:

he paid a man a visit,

And no one noticed him, and no one ever

Gave him a welcome. "Strange!” cried I; "whence is it?"

He walked on this side, then on that,
He tried to introduce a social chat;
Now here, now there, in vain he tried;
Some formally and freezingly replied,

And some

Said, by their silence, "Better stay at home."

A rich man burst the door,

As Croesus rich, I'm sure!

He could not pride himself upon his wit;
And as for wisdom, he had none of it;

He had what some think better, he had wealth.

These crowd around to ask him of his health;

These bow in eager duty and respect; And these arrange a sofa or a chair, And these conduct him there.

"Allow me, sir, the honor!"- then a bow Down to the earth. Is 't possible to show Meet gratitude for such kind condescension?

The poor man hung his head,

And to himself he said,