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LEST be that Spot, where cheerful Guests retire
To pause from Toil, and trim their evening fire;
Blest that Abode, where want and pain repair,
And every Stranger finds a ready chair:

Blest be those Feasts with simple plenty crown'd,
Where all the ruddy family around

Laugh at the jests or pranks, that never fail,
Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale,
Or press the bashful Stranger to his food,
And learn the luxury of doing Good.

Human Perfectibility. Anon.

Thave indulged in the most splendid visions about the Perfectibility of Mankind, have mostly rejected the only principle of Perfectibility which has ever found place in man, the only principle by which man's natural corruptibility has ever been checked, the only principle by which nations and individuals have ever been regenerated. The natural Life of Nations, as well as of individuals, has its fixed course and term. It springs forth, grows up, reaches its maturity, decays, perishes. Only through Christianity has a nation ever risen again: and it is solely on the ope ration of Christianity that we can ground anything like a reasonable hope of the Perfectibility of Mankind; a hope that what has often been wrought by individuals, may also in the fulness of time be wrought by the same power in the Race.

strange inconsistency is, that the very persons who

It may be regarded as one of those instances of irony so frequent in History, that the moment chosen by Man to assert his Perfectibility should have been the very moment when all the powers of Evil were about to be let loose, and to run riot over the Earth. Happiness was the idol; and lo! the idol burst; and the spectral form of Misery rose out of it, and stretched out its gaunt hand over the heads of the Nations; and millions of hearts shrank and were frozen by its touch. Liberty was the watchword, Liberty, and Equality: and an iron despotism strode from north to south, and from east to west; and all men cowered at its approach, and crouched beneath its feet, and were trampled on, and found the Equality they

coveted in universal Prostration. Peace was the promise; and the fulfilment was more than twenty years of fierce, desolating War.

AN

Human Progress. Colton.

NALOGY, although it is not infallible, is yet that telescope of the mind by which it is marvellously assisted in the discovery of both physical and moral Truth. Analogy has much in store for Men; but Babes require milk, and there may be intellectual food which the present state of society is not fit to partake of; to lay such before it, would be as absurd as to give a quadrant to an Indian, or a loom to an Hottentot.

EW men are raised in our estimation by being too closely examined.

FE

A WEALTHY Doctor who can help a poor man, and

will not without a fee, has less sense of Humanity than a poor Ruffian, who kills a rich man to supply his necessities.

Humility. St. Augustine.

THE sufficiency of my Merit is to know that my Merit

is not

EARCH others for their Virtues, and thyself for thy

SEAROS!

H

Humility. Moore.

HUMILITY, that low, sweet root

From which all heavenly Virtues shoot.

Humility. — Selden.

UMILITY is a virtue all preach, none practise, and yet every body is content to hear.

The Master

thinks it good doctrine for his Servant, the Laity for the

Clergy, and the Clergy for the Laity.

Humility. — Shakespeare.

OFTEN, to our comfort, shall we find

The sharded Beetle in a safer hold

Than is the full-wing'd Eagle.

Humility. Shakespeare.

HE that comment the thing I cannot get.

E that commends me to my own Content,

I to the world am like a drop of water,
That in the Ocean seeks another drop;
Who failing there to find his fellow forth,
Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself.

Humour. Anon.

LET your Humour always be Good Humour, in both senses. If it comes of a Bad Humour, it is pretty sure not to belie its Parentage.

THERE are more faults in the Humour than in the Mind.

Humour. La Rochefoucauld.

be said of men's Humours as of many buildings,

I that they have divers Aspects, some agreeable, others

disagreeable.

HE portable quality of Good Humour seasons all the parts and occurrences we meet with, in such a manner that there are no moments lost: but they all pass with so much Satisfaction, that the heaviest of loads, (when it is a load,) that of Time, is never felt by us.

AIETY is to Good Humour as animal perfumes to U vegetable fragrance. The one overpowers weak spirits, the other recreates and revives them. Gaiety seldom fails to give some pain; Good Humour boasts no faculties, which every one does not believe in his own Power, and pleases principally by not offending.

Hunger. Byron.

FAMISH'D people must be slowly nurst,
And fed by Spoonfuls, else they always burst.

Hunger. - Persius.

THE Belly is a master of arts and a Bestower of Genius.

Necessity often draws forth Talent which had before

lain dormant, and unknown even to its possessor.

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O two things differ more than Hurry and Dispatch. Hurry is the mark of a weak mind, Dispatch of a strong one. A weak man in office, like a squirrel in a cage, is labouring eternally, but to no purpose, and in constant motion without getting on a jot; like a Turnstile, he is in every body's way, but stops nobody; he talks a great deal, but says very little; looks into every thing, but secs into nothing; and has a hundred Irons in the fire, but very few of them are hot, and with those few that are he only burns his fingers.

And art thou yet to thy own Soul so blind,
That thou wilt war with God?

THE world's all Title-page; there's no Contents; The world's all face; the man who shows his Heart Is whooted for his nudities, and scorn'd.

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VERY thing may be mimicked by Hypocrisy, but Humility and Love united. The more rare the more radiant when they meet.

CUNNING enemy, that, to catch a Saint, With Saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous Is that Temptation, that doth goad us on

To sin in loving Virtue.

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YPOCRISY, the only evil that walks
Invisible, except to God alone,

By his permissive will through Heav'n and Earth.
And oft though wisdom wakes, Suspicion sleeps
At Wisdom's gate, and to Simplicity

Resigns her charge, while Goodness thinks no ill
Where no ill seems.

the Devil ever laughs, it must be at Hypocrites: they than any others, and receive no Wages; nay, what is still more extraordinary, they submit to greater Mortifications to go to Hell, than the sincerest Christian to go to Heaven.

Hypocrisy.

Tman vill imitate the Hypocrite; I mean in his

is only one circumstance in which the upright

attempts to conciliate the good opinion of his fellow men. But here the similarity must cease, for their respective motives are wider than the Poles asunder: the former will attempt this to increase his power of doing good, the latter to augment his means of doing harm.

Hypocrisy.

Shakespeare.

To beguile the Time,

Look like the time; bear welcome in your eyes,

Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower; But be the Serpent under it.

Hypocrisy. Spenser.

THERETO when needed, she could and weep

pray,

And when her listed she could fawne and flatter;

Now smyling smoothly, like to Sommer's day,
Now glooming sadly, so to cloke her matter:

Yet were her Words but wynd, and all her Tears but water.

"Tis not my talent to conceal my thoughts,
Or carry Smiles and Sunshine in my face,
When Discontent sits heavy at my heart.

Hypocrisy. Shakespeare.

UT then I sigh, and, with a piece of Scripture,
B bids

And thus I clothe my naked villany

With old odd ends, stol'n forth of Holy Writ;
And seem a Saint, when most I play the Devil.
Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile:
And cry, Content, to that which grieves my heart;
And wet my cheeks with artificial Tears,
And frame my Face to all occasions.