for a morsel of bread does well; but he who is thankful when he has no bread to eat, does better. Never pass by a vice in thyself nor a virtue in another. He who would be honest must be industrious. He who would live cheaply, must live at his own cost, for the dearest dinner is that which is spread on another's table. In thy estimate of life, forget not death: in counting the treasures of time, remember eternity. Avoid the night air; it is not more dangerous to thy body than to thy soul. Better to do one good deed than to imagine a thousand. Despise no one, for every one knows something which thou knowest not. Compare thyself frequently with what thou hast been. Wear thy old coat till thou canst pay for a new one. Bear with the infirmities of thy parents, for they have borne with thine. Others may think ill or well of thee; what dost

thou think of thyself? No gamester plays so high as he who stakes eternity. Twelve o'clock at night is the time for self-examination. The strongest armour is worn inside the bosom. Plant no thorns in thy dying pillow. Look on heaven as thy home, and on every day as a stage of thy journey thither.

VARIETY.

Yon summer-clouds, now like the Alps, and now
A ship, a whale, change not so fast as thou.

ROGERS.

THERE is nothing like change-nothing like variety. Change is the very spice of life that gives it all its flavour." Look about you, and see if any two things are alike. No, that they are not; and, what is more, they never will be. The sun may rise and set one day much in the same manner as on another; but there is an abundant variety round about him. One day he rises through a clear blue sky; the next, he forces his way through clustering and painted clouds;

on the third he is hidden in storms, and pours his glory through an opening in the darkened heavens. Then, again, the variety of his declining strength at one time he is seen dull and dim, like a red moon in the foggy atmosphere; at another, glittering with beams of insupportable brightness. Regard the variety of the everchanging clouds, in colour, form, and magnitude; a moving panorama of matchless beauty, full of softness, sweetness, harmony, and heaven. Sometimes, when I look above me, the clouds shadow forth strange things to my imagination: now I see rocks and mountains, a lake of glass, or an ocean of molten gold; then again, giants are fighting in the air,—a dragon is seen crouching with a forked tail, and an old woman riding on a broomstick.

As it is with the heavens, so it is with the

earth though the rocks and mountains are immoveable-though the trees are rooted to the ground-though temples, palaces, and cottages are fixtures on the earth, with what vast variety are they encircled. Morning and evening, sunshine and shade, quietude and tempest, alter their appearance, and change gives them a new creation, clothing them with terror, or adorning them with beauty. At different seasons the mountains are green with vegetation, and clad in snow; the trees are dressed in luxuriant verdure, or blasted and bare: and the habitations of men are, at times, the abodes of light, of love, of peace, and of joy; and at others, the dens of darkness, of hatred, of discord, and of death. All is change, all variety. Even if things were the same, we regard them under different emotions of mind; and want and abundance, ease and pain, joy and