What might be done? This might be done, E'er said or sung, If men were wise, and loved each other. LOOK ABOVE. THE eye of a godly man is not fixed on the false sparkling of the world's pomp, honour, and wealth. It is dead to them, being quite dazzled with a greater beauty. The grass looks fine in the morning, when it is set with those liquid pearls, the drops of dew that shine upon it; but if you can look but a little while on the body of the sun, and then look down again, the eye is, as it were, dead; it sees not that faint shining on the earth that it thought so gay before; and as the eye is blinded, and dies to it, so, within a few hours, that gayety quite vanishes and dies of itself. A LARGE retinue upon a small income, like a large cascade upon a small stream, tends to discover its tenuity. A LESSON TAUGHT BY THE ROBIN. As often as I hear the Robin-red-breast chaunt it as cheerfully in September, the beginning of winter, as in March, the approach of the summer, why should not we (thinks I) give as cheerful entertainment to the hoary frosty airs of our age's winter, as to the primroses of our youth's spring? Why not to the declining sun in adversity, as, like Persians, to the rising sun of prosperity? I am sent to the ant, to learn industry; to the dove, to learn innocency; to the serpent, to learn wisdom; and why not to this bird, to learn equanimity and patience, and to keep the same tenour of my mind's quietness, as well at the approach of the calamities of winter, as of the spring of happiness? And since the Roman's constancy is so commended, who changed not his countenance with his changed fortunes; why should not I, with a Christian resolution, hold a steady course in all weathers? and though I be forced with cross-winds to shift the sails and catch at side-winds, yet skilfully to steer and keep on my course, by the Cape of Good Hope, till I arrive at the haven of eternal happiness. DUTY IS WORSHIP. LABOUR is worship, a poet hath sung, And her eloquent breathings yet rest on our tongue, There is life, active life, in the breeze of the hill, And what of the quiet lake, calm and serene, When the birds of the air and the flowers of the sod, And the giant rock, doth not that worship Him too? When he strives to spread knowledge, or gladness, or health; When he works with his hands, or endows with his wealth; When thinketh the clear head, its thoughts deep and wise; And great truths like stars on man's destiny rise; CONTENTMENT. THERE is no estate of life so happy in this world as to yield a Christian the perfection of content: and yet there is no estate of life so wretched in this world, but a Christian must be content with it. Though I have nothing that may give me true content, yet I will learn to be truly contented here with what I have. What care I, though I have not much? I have as much as I desire, if I have as much as I want; I have as much as the most, if I have as much as I desire. GENTLE WORDS. USE gentle words, for who can tell On lonely wilds by light-winged birds And hope has sprung from gentle words, |