A Christian is the highest style of man;
And is there who the blessed cross wipes off
As a foul blot from his dishonour'd brow?
If angels tremble, 't is at such a sight.

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YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

Hast never seen the death-bed of th' unbeliever? -
"T was anguish, terror, darkness without bow:
But O, it had a most convincing tongue,
A potent oratory, that secur'd

Most mute attention.

POLLOK'S Course of Time.

A fugitive from heaven and prayer,
He mock'd at all religious fear,
Deep-scienc'd in the mazy lore
Of mad Philosophy.

From Horace

SCHOOL-TEACHER.

Beside yon straggling fence, that skirts the way,
With blossom'd furze, unprofitably gay,
There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule,
The village master taught his little school.

GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village.

A man severe he was, and stern to view:
I knew him well, and every truant knew.
Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face;
Full well they laugh'd, with counterfeited glee,
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he;
Full well the busy whisper, circling round,
Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd;
Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught,
The love he bore to learning was a fault.

GOLDSMITH's Desertea Village.

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SCIENCE-SENSITIVENESS, &o.

Delightful task, to rear the tender thought,
To teach the young idea how to shoot,

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pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind,
To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix
The generous purpose in the glowing breast!

THOMSON'S Seasons.

Oh! ye who teach the ingenious youth of nations,
Holland, France, England, Germany, or Spain,

I pray ye, flog them upon all occasions;

Where glow exalted sense and taste refin'd,
There keener anguish rankles in the mind;
There feeling is diffus'd through every part,
Thrills in each nerve, and lives in all the heart.

HANNAH MORR.

SEPARATION - SERVILITY, &c.

Dearly bought, the hidden treasure

Finer feelings can bestow!

Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure,

Thrill the deepest notes of woe.

Upon my lute there is one string

Broken; the chords were drawn too fast;

My heart is like that string-it tried

Too much, and snapt in twain at last.

SEPARATION.-(See ABSENCE.)

SERVILITY-SLAVERY.

And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee,
Where thrift may follow fawning.

Easier were it

To hurl the rooted mountain from its base,
Than force the yoke of slavery upon men
Determin'd to be free.

I would not imitate the petty thought,
Nor coin my self-love to so base a vice,

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BURNS.

SHAKSPEARE.

SOUTHEY.

For all the glory your conversion brought,

Since gold alone should not have been its price.

BYRON.

And thus they plod in sluggish misery,

Rotting from sire to son, and age to age,

Proud of their trampled nature, and so die,
Bequeathing their hereditary rage

To a new race of unborn slaves.

Thine was the sway ere heaven was form'd or earth;
Ere fruitful thought conceiv'd creation's birth.

РОРЕ.

The tongue mov'd gently first, and speech was low,
Till wrangling science taught it noise and show,
And wicked wit arose, thy most abusive foe.

POPE.

There is a silence which hath been no sound;
There is a silence which no sound may be —
In the cold grave.

THOMAS HOOD.

She feels her inmost soul within her stir

With thoughts too wild and passionate to speak;
Yet her full heart-its own interpreter -
Translates itself in silence on her cheek.

MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY.

SIN - SINCERITY, &c.

Beautiful one! thy look and tone

Of witchery are nature's own
Like light from heaven, thy magic giance-
Thy voice, the harp's wild utterance;
When touch'd at eve by some spirit's hand,
It breathes the notes of the better land.

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