He, the world's Redeemer asks thee
Now to trust the unchanging One.

24.

G. The excesses of our youth are drafts upon our old age, payable with interest about thirty years after date.

G. The longing for ignoble things,

Colton.

The strife for triumph, more than truth,
The hardening of the heart, that brings
Irreverence for the dreams of youth!

All thoughts of ill-all evil deeds

That have their root in thought of ill,
Whatever hinders or impedes,
The action of the nobler will!

All these must first be trampled down
Beneath your feet, if you would gain
In the bright field of fair renown

The right of eminent domain.

L.-Of nothing-if you do not stray
From Truth's secure, unerring way,
Where no delights decoy,

O'er roses shall your footsteps move,
Your smiles be ever smiles of love,

Your tears be tears of joy.

Longfellow.

25.

Life's "common blessings!" In this chequered scene, How little gratitude ascends to God!

Is it in truth a privilege so mean

To wander with free frootsteps o'er the sod,
See various blossoms paint the valley clod,
And all things into teeming beauty burst?
A miracle as great as Aaron's rod!
But that our senses into dullness nurst,
Recurring custom still with apathy hath curst.

Mrs. Norton.

26.

G.-Here nothing strikes the eye but sights of bliss,
All various nature pressing on the heart,
And elegant sufficiency, content;
Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books,
Ease and alternate labor, useful life,

Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven.

L.-Oh! none shall have a better home,
Or brighter lot than thine,
None richer dress wherein to roam,
Or gems that brighter shine;
Attendants gay shall lead the way

Where'er thy steps appear;

And life shall be a dream of May-
And May last all the year!

Thomson.

C Swain

R.

1.

All of a tenor is your coming life,
No day discolored with domestic strife,
No jealousy, but mutual truth believed,
Secure repose, and kindness undeceived.

Embarked upon life's summer sea

Its bright skies beaming o'er thee,
There's many a woe thou dream'st not of,
And peril spread before thee.

Life is a voyage deeply fraught
With dangers, cares, and sorrow,
Where, though our sun be bright to-day,
'Tis clouded on the morrow.
Oh! may the happy lot be thine
To shun the syren-Pleasure,
Though o'er the craggy cliff sublime
She sing to sweetest measure;
Dashed on her rocks full many a bark
With buoyant hopes hath perished,
And many a "Bonny Boat gone down
With treasures fondly cherished.
But there's a star which brightly shines
O'er life's tempestuous ocean,
Religion is its sacred name,

"Tis lighted by devotion.
On this the Christian mariner
Casts his untiring vision,
For 'tis to him the polar star

That guides to bliss Elysian.

Dryden.

R.

2.

G.—If you would learn to dissipate the band
Of huge and threat'ning difficulties dire,
That in the weak man's way like lions stand,
His soul appall, and damp his rising fire,
RESOLVE! RESOLVE! to be a man aspire!
Exert that noblest privilege alone

Here to mankind indulged-control desire;
Let godlike reason from her sovereign throne

Speak the commanding word I will! and it 18

done.

Thomson.

L. To do is to succeed, if fight

Is waged in Heaven's approving sight,

The smile of God is victory!

Whittier.

3.

There is nothing in the world really beneficial that does not lie within the reach of an informed understanding and a well directed pursuit. There is nothing that God has judged good for us, that he has not given us the means to accomplish, both in the natural and the moral world. If we cry like children for the moon, like children we must cry on. Burke.

4.

To do it yourself will give no offence,

And thus you will show both your breeding and

sense.

R.

5.

G.-Naught shines so bright in beauty's eyes
As a cold fearless gallant bearing,
The proudest seems his heart to prize,
The fairest would his fate be sharing.

L.-Thou wouldst be loved! Then let thy heart
From its present pathway part not!
Be every thing which now thou art,
Be nothing which thou art not.
So with his heart thy gentle ways
Thy grace, thy more than beauty,
Shall be an endless theme of praise,
And love-a simple duty.

6.

E. A. Poe.

G.-Love well thou knowest no partnership allows,
Cupid averse, rejects divided vows.

Prior

L.-For awhile you were his goddess, but now that his eyes are opened, the divinity is all gone, and you seem to him naught but an every day woman.

7.

Old Play.

G. Of the cups that cheer, but do not inebriate.

Cowper.

L.-Though he reads not, and thinks not, at least he can

dress,

Thus showing, you know, where he looks for success: