But turn to those-th' immortal few- And who-as rise before his view, Devoid of pomp or state, A Howard's deeds-a Franklin's name,That burns not with the wish, their fame For good, to emulate ?— Deems not the love that hallows them, More worth than regal diadem? Who feels not-in his country's cause, Oh! nobler 'twere to die, Than live, a despot issuing laws From fields of conquest high? And who-that boasts a freeman's name With all Napoleon's lurid fame, Would give, in history, For ten such-had France more than one The memory of our WASHINGTON ! CHRISTIAN PHILANTHROPY. "To hold a fellow man and brother enthralled and depressed, thus affecting him and his dependent children injuriously, is against my feelings, and contrary to my sense of duty. Being satisfied that you cannot pay me, and that you would if you could, I hand you your note enclosed, cancelled." B. URNER TO S. PIKE. WELL done, and nobly! noble-hearted man! Thou hast it now: In the self-plaudit of an honest heart In the approval of thy fellow men— And in their blessings whom thyself hath bless'd! It shall be thine more richly still, hereafter; ye to them!” One deed like thine Than hundred tongues is better; and will teach— Oh! would that all The universal brotherhood of man The great Instructor's lesson so might learn, CHERISH THY FRIENDS. On! cherish, in thine heart of hearts, The friends whom thou hast tried; Those who have stood from childhood up Still faithful at thy side! Thy chosen brothers of the soul, The trusted and the true; Cherish them! if thou many hastYet more, hast thou but few! Cherish thy Friends!-Oh! never let Some phrase, perchance half heard- Thy friend from thee estrange! Cherish thy Friends !—If e'en, perchance, Too lightly led astray, Thy friend shall give thee just offence, Still cast him not away: Deal kindly with him!-So shall yet His soul to thee return; And friendship's flame, rekindled, long With added lustre burn! To err is but the mortal lot To pardon the divine! Canst thou forgive not?—then is naught Of the true Godlike thine! And thou-if thou art conscious, just Offence thou'st given a friend, Let no false pride prevent thy soul From making due amend! This world is but a weary world, Yet what were earth, had we not some- Oh! thou who hast a friend approved- Grapple as with the hooks of steel, That friend unto thy soul! |