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MYSTERIOUS Thoughts! say, whither Soon as he saw thee quit thy guardian would ye tend?
maze, Where Hope expires, a wilderness of Woe, The thorny lab'rinth of bewild’ring Doubt, A gloomy labyrinth that tires with Doubt, Of Myst'ries seeming dark, and hidden And distant far, and farther yet would lead, things Till Heav'n itself were slırouded from the That stagger each enquirer, not confirm, view,
(soul Because not understood and must we And deep'ning horrors plunge the fainting
(slaves In all the hideous gulf of black Despaird- Proclaim them false? Oh! ye the hapless Oh, Reason ! godlike only when with God Of baneful Error, and of foul Mistrust, Thou walkest-glorious only, great, and Ye toiling crowds who long have vainly wise,
On ev'ry side, equal or greater far
[Sky, The wise intents and purposes of Hear'n, Forget the beauteous Earth, the vaulted Alike beyond the stretch of human thought The varied seasons, and with impious E’eu as of human sight-perhaps conceald, tongue
Nor yet divulg'd, that they may serve on
[appland The synıbols of our Piety and Trust!
(thought The works of Heav'n-may praise the dar. To mar thy blest design? quell the proud That, stretch'd aloft, would burst the sa- That fain would judge the secrets of thy cred bonds
[Fold Of rigid Virtue, and exalting high Recall the straggling Wand'rers froin thy The grosser thoughts, the proud conceits Back 10 thyself, and teach the erring heart of Man,
(yoke 'Tis Wisdom to adore thee!--Nature sings Shake from his stubborn neck the hallow'd Thro'all her works of thee--in all display'd Of pious rev'rence to the better will I view thy boundless Pow'r, in all I trace Of Him that made us-round thy rebel Thy Goodness and thy Mercy shining fair ! throne,
Come then, bright Faith! thou guardian Elate and tow'ring as in Freedom's joy,
(wide May gladly flock, obsequious to thy word, And shedding down thy radiance, scatter And, heedless following where thy voice The shades of impious Doubt-unclouded directs,
(paths · The snbile purpose of that wary Foe From ev'ry human pride, we tread the Who long had watch'd thee, and with envy Of holy Virtue, still reposing firin pin'd,
[theu Our trust in Him, whose goodness and whose With malice and with rage ; nor wanting
pow'r, Glad triumph and delighted victory Confest thro'all his wonders,reign supreme.
FIRST PART OF THE EIGHTY-THIRD VOLUME.
* Magnos motus rerum circa se frementium securus aspiciat, et dura pla
cidè ferat, et secunda moderate."-Seneca.
THE above is one of the characteristics which Seneca gives of Wisdom; and certain it is, that they whose situation in more recent times has exposed them to any degree of responsibility, must necessarily have been involved in the universal agitation which has disturbed the World. We are not at all disposed to use the language of ostentatious vaunting ; but we may securely appeal to our Prefatory Addresses to our Friends and Correspondents for many preceding years, in proof, that, notwithstanding the triumphs of Despotism, and the dark rollings of many a tempestuous storm, which ever and anon threatened to burst over our heads, we never flinched from the firmness of our confidence in that All-wise and Almighty Being who regulates the affairs of Nations. We have invariably felt and expressed the honest confidence of Britons, rejected all emotions of despondency, and encouraged the golden vision of Hope; nor have we been disappointed. The British Eagle once more towers aloft above its foes; the Leopard, which was to have fled at the sight of Napoleon's Banners, has sprung upon his aggressors, and inficted no common vengeance. But we forbear too unlimited an indulgence of