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SOLITUDE. 'Tis night, when meditation bids us feel We ouee have loved, though love is at an end The heart, lone mourner of its baffled zeal, Though friendless now, will dream it had a friend, Who with the weight of years would wish to bend, When youth itself survives young love and jov ? Alas! when mingling souls forget to blend, Death hath but little left him to destroy Ah, happy years once more who would not be a boy ? Thus bending o'er the vessel's laving side, To gaze on Dian's wave-reflected sphere, The soul forgets her schemes of hope and pride, And flies unconscious o'er each backyard vear. None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possessed A thought, and claims the homage of a tear; A flashing pang of which the weary breast Would still, albeit in vain, the heavy heart divest. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominions dwell, f And mortal's foot hath ne'er, or rarely been To climb the trackless mountain all unseea With the wild flock that never needs a fold Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unrolled. But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless Minions of splendour shrinking from distress None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If Wf' were not, would seem to smile the less, Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued This is to be alone; this, this is solitude. THE common vice of those who are still grasping at more is, to neglect that which they already possess.—IDLER. ECONOMY.—With tolerable economy one may and always to make some reserve for particular exigencies.—JSiks. CARTER. How beautiful are all the subdivisions of time, diversifying the dream of human life as it glides away between earth. and heaven. ALL things begin in order; so shall they end, and so shall they begin again; according to the Ordainer of order a KI mystical mathematics of the city of licaven.-Sin T. BROWN. SIMPLICITY is nature and truth, and is equally opposite to affectation and vulgarity, both of which are the proofs of want of right feeling.—DANBY. FOOLS are very often united in the strictest intimacies, as the lightest kind of woods are the most closely glued together. SHENSTONE. WHAT would men be without those intervals of reason in which the passions are calmed, and the affections excited awake !-DANUY. THERE is a ripe season for everything, and if you miss th; t or anticipate it, you dim the grace of the matter "be it never Vo ,Iood.-IIAClilITT. THE vicissitudes of seasons, of cold and heat, of drought and moisture, so wisely fitted for the growth of the fruits" of the earth, and other uses of human life, is such a proof of a Div^e Providence, as is obvious to the meanest capacit)-LOWTII. MANY of the blessings universally desired are frequently wanted, because most men when they should labour, content themselves vo complain, and rather linger in a state in which they cannot be at rest, than improve their condition by vigour and resolution.—RAMBLER. THERE never was any party, faction, sect, or cabal whatso- ever, in which the most ignorant were not the most violent; for a bee is not a busier animal than a blockhead. Howevvr such instruments are, perhaps, necessary for it may be with states as with clocks, which must have some deitd-weigit hanging at them, to help and regulate the motion of the fcntr and more useful parts.-lorl;.