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2 My soemen!, Lor!, are fiends and fell; they spurn me in
their pride; They render evil for my good, my patience they deride : Arise, O King, and be the proud to righteous ruin driven: Forgive!” an awful answer came, as thou wouldst
be forgiven!” 3 Seren times, O Lord, I pardoned them ; seven times
they're sinned again; They practise still to work me wo, they triumph in iny
pain; But let them dread my vengeance, now, to just resent
ment driven! Forgive !" the voice of thunder spake, or never be
Hath often crossed me on my way,
That I could never answer, nay.
That won my love, I knew not why.
He entered-not a word be spake
I gave him all; he blessed it, brake,
The crust was manna to my taste.
Clear from the rock; his strength was gone;
He heard it saw it hurrying on
I ran, and raised the sufferer up;
I drank, and never thirsted more.
A winter hurricane aloof;
To bid him welcome to my roof;
In Eden's garden while I dreamed.
I found him by the highway side ;
Revived his spirit and supplied
up my broken heart.
To meet a traitor's doom at morn;
And honored him, midst shame and scorn.
But the free spirit cried, “I will.”
The stranger started from disguise ;
My Savior.. stood before my eyes.
I have seen the walls of Balclutha, but they were desolàte.--The flame had resounded in the halls ; and the voice of the people is heard no more. The stream of Clutha was removed from its place by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook there its lonely liead : the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows: and the rank grass
of the wall waved around his head. Desolate is the dwelling of Morná : silence is in the house of her fathers.--Ossian.
October 11, 1788. 1 You are perfectly secure from all danger of being over
whelmed with presents from me. It is not much that a poet can possibly have it in his power to give. When he has presented his own works, he may be supposed to have exhausted all means of donation. They are his only 'superfluity. There was a time--but that iime was before I commenced writer for the press--when I amused myself in a way somewhat similar to yours; allowing, I mean, for the difference between masculine and female operations.
The scissors and the needle are your chief implements ; 2 mine were the chisel and the saw.
In those days, you might have been in some danger of too plentiful a return for your favors. Tables, such as they were, and jointstools, such as never were, might have travelled to Perton Hall in most inconvenient abundance. But I have long since discontinued this practice, and many others which I found it necessary to adopt, that I might escape the worst of all evils, both in itself and in its consequences—an idle
Many arts I have exercised with this view, for which nature never designed ine; though among them were some • 3 in which I arrived at considerable proficiency, by mere dint
of the most heroic perseverance. There is not a 'squire in all this country, who can boast of having made better squirrel-houses, hutches for rabbits, or bird-cages, than myself; and in the article of cabbage-nets, I had no superior. I even had the hardiness to take in hand the pencil, and studied a whole year the art of drawing. Many figures were the fruit of my labors, which had, at least, the inorit
of being unparalleled by any production either of art or na
ture. But before the year was ended, I had occasion to 4 wonder at the progress that may be made, in despite of
natural deficiency, by dint alone of practice; for I actually produced three landscapes, which a lady thought worthy to be framed and glazed. I then judged it high time to exchange this occupation for another, lest, by any subsequent productions of inferior merit, I should forfeit the honor i had so fortunately acquired. But gardening was, of all employments, that in which I succeeded best; though, even in this, I did not suddenly attain perfection
I began with lettuces and cauliflowers: from them I pro5 ceeded to cucumbers; next to melons. I then purchased an orange tree, to which, in due time, I added two or three myrtles. These served me, day and night, with employment during a whole severe winter. To defend them from the frost, in a situation that exposed them to its severity, cost me much ingenuity and much attendance. I contrived to give them a fire heat; and have waded, night after night, through the snow, with the bellows under my arm, just before going to bed, to give the latest possible pufl
to the embers, lest the frost should seize them before 6 morning. Very ininute beginnings have sometimes impor
tant consequences. From nursing two or three little evergreens, I became ambitious of a green-house, and accordingly built one; which, verse excepted, afforded me amusement for a longer time than any expedient of all the many to which I have fled for refuge from the mise of having nothing to do. When I left Olney for Weston, I could no longer have a green-house of my own; but in a neighbor's garden I find a better, of which the sole management is consigned to me.
4 Shepherd's Philosophy. I know the more one sickéns, the worse at ease he is ; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends :-that the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn :--that good pastúre makes fat sheèp; and that a great cause of the night is, lack of the sun :--that he, that hath learned no wit by nature, nor art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.
I am a true labòrer: I earn that I éat, get that I wèar; owe no man háte, envy no man's happiness ; glad of other men's good, content with my hàrm; and the greatest of my pride is, to see my ewes graze, and my lambs suck.Shakspeare.
LESSON XVIII. Winter Evening in an Icelandic Family.-HENDERSON. 1
A WINTER evening in an Icelandic family presents a scene in the highest degree interesting and pleasing. Between three and four o'clock, the lamp is hung up in the principal apartment, which answers the double purpose of a bed-chamber and sitting-rooin, and all the members of the family take their station, with their work in their hands, on their respective beds, all of which face each other. The master and mistress, together with the children, or other relations, occupy the beds at the inner end of the room ;
the rest are filled by the servants. 2
The work is no sooner begun, than one of the family, selected on purpose, advances to a seat near the lamp, and commences the evening lecture, which generally consists of some old saga, or such other histories as are to be obtained on the island. Being but badly supplied with printed books, the Icelanders are under the necessity of copying such as they can get the loan of; which sufficiently accounts for the fact, that the most of them write a hand equal in beauty to that of the ablest writing-masters in other parts
of Europe. Some specimens of their Gothic writing are 3 scarcely inferior to copperplate. The reader is frequently
interrupted, either by the head, or some of the inore intelligent members of the family, who make remarks on various parts of the story, and propose questions, with a view to exercise the ingenuity of the children and servants. In some houses, the sagas are repeated by such as have got them by heart; and instances are not uncommon of itinerating historians, who gain a livelihood during the winter, hy staying at different farms till they have exhausted their
stock of literary knowledge. It is greatly to be deplored, 4 that a people so distinguished by their love of science, and