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The bears and the bees. As two young bears in wanton mood, Forh issuing trom a neighbouring wood, Came where th' industrious hees had stor'd, In aritul cells, their luscious huard; O'erjoyed they seiz'd, with eager haste, Luxurious on ihm rich repast, Alarm’d at this, the little crew About their ears vindictive flew. The beasis unable to sustaio Th’ unequal combat, quit the plaio ; Half-blind with rage, and mad with pain, There native shelter they regain; There sir, and now discreeter growo, Too late their rashuess they bemoao; And this by dear experience gain, That pleasure's ever bought with pain. So when the gilded baiis of vice Are plac'd before our looging eyes, With greedy haste we soatch our fill, And swallow down the latest ill: But when experience opts our eyes, Away the tancu'd pleasure flies. Ii dies, but oh! too late we fiod, It leaves a real sting behind. MERŘICK.

The nightingale and the glow-worm.
A nightingale, that all day long
Had cheer'd the village with his song,


Nor yet at eve his note suspended,
Nor yet when eveotide wae coded,
Began to feel, as well he might,
The keen demands of appetite;
When, looking eagerly around,
He spied tar off, upon the ground,
A something shining in the dark,
Aod knew the glow worm by his spark.
So, stooping down from hawihorn top,
He shought to put him in his crop.
The worm, aware of his intent,
Harangu'd him thus, right eloquent-

Did you admire any lamp," quoth he,
“As much as I your miostrelsy,
You would abhor to do me wrong,
As much as I to spoil your song;
For 'was the self-same Pow'r divine,
Taught you to sing, and me to shine;
That you with music, I with light,
Might beautify and cheer the night."

The songster heard this short oration,
And, warbling out his approbation,
Releas'd him, as my story tells,
And found a supper somewhere else.

Heoce jarring sectaries may learn
Their real interest to discero:
That brother should not war with brother,
And worry and devour each other:
But sing and shine by sweet consçot,
Till life's poor transient night is spent;
Respeciing, in each other's case,
The gifts of nature and of grace.

Those Christians hest deserve the oame,
Who studiously make peace their aim :
Peace, both the duly and the prize
Of him that creeps and him that flics. 'COWPER.


The trials of virtue. Plac's on the verge of youth, my mind

Life's op'ning scene survey'd ;
I view'd its ills of various kind,

Afflicted and afraid.
But chief my fear the Janger mov'd,

That virtue's path enclose :
My heart the vise pursuit approv'd ;

But 0, what toils oppose !
For see, ah, see! while yet her ways

With doubtful step I tread,
A hostile world its terrors raise,

Its snares delusive spread.
O how shall I, with heart prepar'd,

'Those teri or's learn to meet ? How, from the thousand snares, to guard

My unexperienc'd feet?
As thus I mus'd oppressive sleep

Suft o'er my temples drew
Oblivion's veil.—The wat'ry deep,

An object strange and new,
Betore me rose : on the wide shore

Observant as I stood,
The gath’ring storms around ine roar,

And heave the boiling flood.
Near and more near the billows rise ;

Ev’n now my steps they lave;
And death to my affrighted eyes

Approach'd in every wave. What hope, or whither to retreat!

Each perre at once unstrung; Chill lear had fetter'd fast my feet,

And chain'd my speechless tongue.
I felt my heart within me die;

Wlien sudden to mine ear
A voice, descending from on high,

Reprov'd my crring fear.

“Wbat tho' the swelling surge thou see

Impatient to devour;
Rest, moral, rest on God's decree,

And thankful own his pow'r.
“Know, where he bade the deep appear,

Thus far, th' Almighty said, Thus far, no farther rage ; and here

Let thy proud waves be stay'd.""
I heard; and lo! at once controllid,

The waves, in wild retreat,
Back on themselves reluctant rollid,

And murm'ring left my feet
Deeps to assembling deeps in vain

Once more the signal gave :
The shores the rushing weight sustain,

And check th'usurping wave.
Coovipc'd, in nature's volume wise,

The imag'd truth I read ;
And sudden from any waking eyes

Th’instructive vision fled.
Then why thus heavy, O my soul ?

Say why, distrustful still,
Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll

O’er scenes of future ill
Let faith suppress each rising fear,

Ea hansious doubt exclude ;
Thy Maker's will has plac'd thee here,

A Maker wise and good !
He to thy ev'ry trial knows

Its just restraint to give; Attentive to behold thy woes,

And faithful to relieve.
Then why this heavy,


Say why, distrustiul still,
Thy thoughts with vais impatience roll

O’er scenes of future ill?
Tho'griefs unnumber'd throng thee round,

Still in thy God confide,

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Whose finger marks the seas their bound,

And curbs the headlong tide.


SECTION IV. The youth and the philosopher. A GRECIAN youth, of talents raré, Whom Plato's philosophic care Had torm'd for virtue's nobler view, By precept and example too, Would often boast his matchiese skill, To curb the steed, and guide the wheel; And as he pass'd the gazing throng. With graceful ease, and smack'd the throng, The idiot wonder they express'd, Was praise and transport to his breast.

At length, quite vaio, he needs would show
His master what his art could do;
And bade his slaves the chariot lead
To Academus' sacred shade.
The trembling grove confess'd its fright,
The wood-bympbs started at the sight;
The muses dropt the learned lyre,
And to there iomost shades retire.
Howe'er, the youth, with forward air,
Bows to the sage, and mounts the car.
The lash resounds, the coursers spring,
The chariot marks the rolling ring;
Aod gath'ring crowds, with eager eyes;
And shouts, pursue him as he flies.

Triumphaot to the goal return'd
With gobler thirsi his bosom burd'd;
And now along the indented plain
The self same track he marks agaio,
Hurques with care the nice design,
Nor ever deviates from the line.
Amazement seiz'd the circling crowd;
The youths with emulatioo glow'd;

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