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Heart-whole, I'd smile at grief and pain, Content with godliness is gain, * Unanswer'd hope's vexation.
10 Oh! then, unless thus good and kind A Patron I may haply find,
May Heav'n bestow Contentment : That as thro’ Life's low vale I steal, I be not tempted to reveal
Sad symptoms of resentment.
How low or high soever :
Is his to give another?-
And hold that man my Brother.
* 1 Tim. vi. 6.
This truth consider duly !-
Becomes my Friend most truly.
BY DR. COTTON.
* Acts 2x. 35.
Can the young mind distrust its worth?
3 Mark, tho' the blessing's lost with ease, "Tis not recover'd when you please. How fruitless the physician's skill, How vain the penitential pill, The marble monuments proclaim, The humbler turf confirms the same. Prevention is the better cure; So says the proverb, and 'tis sure.
4 Let temp'rance constantly preside, Our best physician, friend and guide ! Would you to wisdom make pretence, Proud to be thought a man of sense ?-Let temp’rance (always friend to fame) With steady hand direct your aim ; For they who slight her golden rules, In Wisdom's volume stand for fools.
THE PROVERBS OF THREESCORE:
Affectionately addressed to Eighteen.
BY NATHANIEL BLOOMFIELD.
Have you seen the delightless abode,
Where Penury nurses Despair ; Where comfortless Life is a load
Age wishes no longer to bear. Ah! who, in this lazerhouse pent,
His lone wailings sends up to the skies? 'Tis the man whose young prime was mispent;
"Tis he who so bitterly sighs.
His youth, sunk in profligate waste,
Left no comforts life's evening to cheer ; He must only its bitterness taste,
No friend, no kind relative near. His children by want forc'd to roam,
Are aliens wherever they are ; They have long left his desolate home
Have left him alone to despair,
3 Have you seen the delectable place,
Where honor'd age loves to abide ; Where Plenty, and Pleasure, and Peace,
With Virtue and Wisdom reside : Autumn's fruits he has carefully stor'd;
His berds willing tributes abound: And the smiles of his plenteous board, By his children's children are crown'd.
4 And his is the godlike delight,
The power to relieve the distress'd! Who can contemplate blessings so bright,
And not wish to be equally bless’d. Then let not the means be forgot :
Remember, and mark this great truth ; 'Twas not chance fix'd his prosperous lot,
'Twas the virtues of provident Youth.
If such a bright prospect can charm,
If you feel emulation arise, If your juvenile bosom is warm
With the hope to be wealthy and wise ; O cherish the noble design,
The maxims of Prudence pursue, Application and Industry join,
Thus Plenty and Peace will you woo.