Do your riches overflow ?

Turn their stream to human woe!

Emulate that glorious river,

Type of every Good the Giver! 96

One who does benignly shed
Boundless blessings on his head,
Blessings that should all his days
Turn his humble prayers to praise !

Grandeur, in the skies that glow-
Beauty, in the flowers that blow-
Brightness, in the morning beams—
Music, in the woods and streams—
Plenty, in the golden ear—
And, throughout the varied year,
Hearing, motion, sense, and sight,
Air to breathe, and day and night
For labour, pastime, sweet repose
The sovereign balm for many woes!
Are his-and, richer than the ore
That sparkles on Golconda's shore,
Eternal Truth, to soar away
To regions of celestial day!

As they on Alpine heights who dwell
Feel not their mysterious spell,
Know not their altitude, nor see
Their grandeur, beauty, majesty;
Man, to whom the heavens unroll
Their bright prophetic wondrous scroll,

And with a paradise in view

That seers foretold, but never knew,

Still blindly creeps, when he might climb

Yon Cross-crown'd mountain's brow sublime!

Say not in this transient scene

Rays of light and spots of green

Blessing, by its rich redundance,

Barren deserts with abundance !

The Scene closes.

SCENE the Last.-Windsor Forest.

Enter Democritus in his ancient costume,

A

GAIN in this embowering wood
We taste the sweets of solitude!
Courteous Spirit! thanks to thee
For thy gaiety and glee!

For thy sympathetic art

When sorrow play'd the scenic part,

Do not sometimes intervene !
When evening drops her dusky veil
Sweetest sings the nightingale,
And when moonless is the night
The stars shine more intensely bright,
And when sorrow deepens round

Inward light does most abound."

Uncle Timothy.

Humility is not humiliation-the one descends from greatness, the other crouches to it-the one is the attribute of kings, the other the penalty of slaves!

"Who were below him

He used as creatures of another place;

And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks,
Making them proud of his humility,
In their poor praise he humbled."..

And when rose the vision higher,
Thanks for thy ethereal fire!
Better pleased was never visitor
Than I, who had the rare good luck
(Mr. Motley the Inquisitor!)

To find a Pylades in Puck.
Farewell, fantastic sprite! farewell
Robin with the Protean spell!
Merry mischief! moonlight spark!
Doors unlocking in the dark!
O, could thy enchanted KEY
Hearts but open! men would see
Selfish bosoms, lock'd before,
All their hidden springs outpour!
Had thy voice this powerful charm
To humble pride," revenge 98 disarm,

98Kneel not to me:

The power that I have on you is to spare you; The malice towards you, to forgive you. Live, And deal with others better.".. Shakespeare.

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Let the Grave be neutral ground,
Anger yield to grief profound;
Bending o'er this honour'd bier
Peace be with us, pardon, here!
While our tears together blend,
I, the Father! thou, the Friend!
Let the Spirit, in her flight,
Reconcile us, reunite!

I forgive thee all thy wrong,
Deeply felt and suffer'd long!

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To kindle in mankind the flame
Of virtue,9 friendship,1 honest fame,
To plant amid the barren, frozen

In the sorrow Heaven hath sent,
Broken-hearted, I relent.-Uncle Timothy.

99 To be virtuous the desire

Is a spark of virtue's fire;

Fan the flame, 'twill soon burn higher!-Ibid.

Friendship never flourishes in greater vigour than in the groves of Parnassus and by the streams of Helicon. What shed a divine halo round the old age of Cicero, and gave him a Pisgah-view of immortality? Friendship! Rightly he judged that the soul susceptible of so high a sentiment shall never die! How endearing is Spenser's designation of "Gentle Willie" (and "Gentle Willie " was one of the sorrowing band of poetical brothers who threw garlands into Spenser's grave!), Ben Jonson's inscription on Fancy's Child," and Milton's "melodious tear over Lycidas! The friendship of Beaumont and Fletcher, ("the Dioscuri of our Zodiac!") as recorded by Aubrey, is a touching romance. The same home, the same purse sufficed for them-Would that in the tomb they had not been divided! Right cordial was the friendship between Addison and Steele, until vulgar politics marred it, though, happily, but for a season; and sorrow never broke forth in more majestic strains than in Tickell's sublime elegy upon the author of the Spectator. What mournful tenderness breathes in every line of that eloquent address in which Pope recalls to Lord Oxford the mutual happiness they enjoyed in the society of their " once-loved Parnell!" "There is nothing that is meritorious but virtue and friendship, and indeed friendship itself is only a part of virtue," is the testimony of the dying bard after he had taken the last sacraments.

One green spot select and chosen

Where, for, alas! they roofless roam,
The Charities might find a home!

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"I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear,
And weep the more, because I weep in vain,"

is the funeral song of Gray at the early tomb of West. Listen to that colossal and immortal mind who gave " ardour to virtue and constancy to truth!"

"Friendship, peculiar boon of heaven,
The noble mind's delight and pride,
To men and angels only given,

To all the lower world denied."

Behold the dying sage! See how the mingled tears of Burke and Reynolds tell their affection and their sorrow! Supremely happy was the author of the "Seasons" in the friendship of Lord Lyttelton, and honest, manly James Quin! The latter proved himself “ no actor when his voice faltered with emotion as he spoke the lines that pathetically recalled the merits and the memory of his friend! Friendship is a blessing that heaven has placed within our reach to enhance our joys and to mitigate our sorrows; a green spot hedged in from the wild waste of worldly cares.

"Yet at the darken'd eye, the wither'd face,

Or hoary hair I never will repine:

But spare, O Time, whate'er of mental grace, Of candour, love, or sympathy divine,

Whate'er of fancy's ray, or friendship's flame, is mine.” Uncle Timothy.

2 Miss Sellon the Superior of " The Sisters of Mercy" at Devonport being summoned in February, 1849, to answer before the Lord Bishop of Exeter for the high crime and misdemeanor of being acquainted with Doctor Pusey, of having permitted herself to be styled the "Lady Superior,"