'TIS from high life high characters are drawn ;
A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.
A judge is just; a chancellor juster still;

A gownman, learn'd: a bishop-what you will;
Wise, if a minister but if a king,

More wise, more learn'd, more just, more every thing.
'Tis education forms the tender mind:
Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclin'd.
Boastful and rough, your first son is a squire ;
The next a tradesman, meek, and much a liar;
Tom struts a soldier, open, bold and brave;
Will sneaks a scrivener, an exceeding knave.
Is he a churchman? then he's fond of power;
A quaker? sly; a presbyterian? sour;
A smart free thinker? all things in an hour.

LESSON XX.

SUSPENSION.

NOR fame I slight, nor for her favours call; She comes uplook'd for, if she comes at all.

But, if the purchase cost so dear a price

As soothing folly or exalting vice;

And, if the muse must flatter lawless sways
And follow still where fortune leads the way;
Or, if no basis bear my rising name

But the fall'n ruins of another's fame :

Then teach me, heaven, to scorn the guilty bays;
Drive from my breast that wretched lust of praise.
Unblemish'd let me live, or die unknown:
O grant me honest fame, or grant me none.

II. As one who long in populous city pent,
Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air,
Forth issuing on a summer's morn to breathe
Among the pleasant villages and farms
Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives, delight,
The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine,

POPS

POPES

Or dairy, each rural sight, each rur! sound;
lf, chance, with nymph-like step, fair virgin pass,
What pleasing seem'd, for her now pleases more,
She most, and in her look sums all delight:
Such pleasure took the serpent to behold
This flowery plat, the sweets recess of Eve
Thus early, thus alone.

MILTON.

HERE rests his head upon the lap of earth,
A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown.
Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth,
And melancholy mark'd him for her own.

Large was his bounty and his soul sincere :
Heaven did a recompense as largely send.
gave to misery all he had a tear;

He

He gain'd from heaven ('twas all he wish'd)-a friend.

No longer seek his merits to disclose,

Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
(There they, alike, in trembling hope repose)
The bosom of his Father and his God.

GRAY.

CAN gold gain friendship? Impotence of hope!
As well mere man an angel might beget.
Love, and love only, is the loan for love.
Lorenzo! pride repress; nor hope to find
A friend, but what has found a friend in thee.
All like the purchase, few the price will pay
And this makes friends such miracles below.

P

YOUNG.

HOW pleasant 'tis to see
Kindred and friends agree,
Each in their proper station move,
· And each fulfil their part
With sympathising heart,

In all the cares of life and love!
'Tis like the ointment shed
On Aaron's sacred head,
Divinely rich, divinely sweet!
The oil through all the room
Diffus'd a rich perfume,

Ran through his robes and blest his feet.
Like fruitful showers of rain
That water all the plain,

Descending from the neighbouring hills:
Such streams of pleasure roll
Through every friendly soul,
Where love like heavenly dew distils.

WATTS.

O SACRED solitude! divine retreat!
Choice of the prudent! envy of the great!
By thy pure stream, or in thy waving shade,
We court fair wisdom, that celestial maid;
The genuine offspring of her lov'd embrace
(Strangers on earth!) are innocence and peace :
There, from the ways of men, laid safe ashore,
We smile to hear the distant tempest roar ;
There, blest with health, with business unperplex'd,
This life we relish, and ensure the next.

There too the muses sport; these numbers free,
Pierian Eastbury! I owe to thee.

YOUNG.

LESSON XXV.

THE ROSE.

HOW fair is the rose! what a beautiful flower!
The glory of April and May!

But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour,
And they wither and die in a day.

Yet the rose has one powerful virtue to boast,
Above all the flowers of the field:

When its leaves are all dead, and fine colours are lost,
Still how sweet a perfume it will yield!

II. So frail is the youth and the beauty of men,
Though they bloom and look gay like the rose;
But all our fond care to preserve them is vain;
Time kills them as fast as he goes.

Then I'll not be proud of my youth, or my beauty,
Since both of them wither and fade:

But gain a good name by well doing my duty:
This will scent like a rose when I'm dead.

WATTS.

BENEFICENCE ITS OWN REWARD.

MY fortune (for I'll mention all,
And more than you dare tell) is small;
Yet
every friend partakes my store,
And Want goes smiling from my door.
Will forty shillings warm the breast
Of worth or industry distress'd?
This sum I cheerfully impart;
'Tis fourscore pleasures to my heart:
And you may make, by means like these,
Five talents ten, whene'er you please.
'Tis true my little purse grows light;
But then I sleep so sweet at night!
This grand specifick will prevail,
When all the doctor's opiates fail.

THE pulpit, therefore (and I name it, fill'd
With solemn awe, that bids me well beware.
With what intent I touch the holy thing)
The pulpit (when the satirist has at last,
Strutting and vapouring in an empty school,
Spent all his force and made no proselyte)→
I say the, pulpit (in the sober use

Of its legitimate peculiar powers)

Must stand acknowledg'd, while the world shall stand, The most important and effectual guard,

Support and ornament of virtue's cause.

There stands the messenger of truth: there stands
The legate of the skies: his theme divine,
His office sacred, his credentials clear.

II. By him the violated law speaks out
Its thunders; and by him, in strains as sweet
As angels use, the gospel whispers peace.
He 'stablishes the strong, restores the weak,
Reclaims the wanderer, binds the broken heart,.
And, arm'd himself in panoply complete
Of heavenly temper, furnishes with arms
Bright as his own, and trains by every rule
Of holy discipline, to glorious war,
The sacramental host of God's elect.

COWPER.

I VENERATE the man whose heart is warm,
Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life
Coincident, exhibit lucid proof

That he is honest in the sacred cause.

To such I render more than mere respect,
Whose actions say that they respect themselves.

II. But, loose in morals, and in manners vain,

In conversation frivolous, in dress