HUMAN CULTIVATION. MR. ROLLIN, in his Belles Lettres, speaking of the difference study makes between men in regard to their improvement, after having shewn the proof of his assertion by instances from history, makes the following observations.— "But, without recourse to history, let us only cast our eyes upon what ordinarily passes in nature. From thence we may learn what an infinite difference cultivation will make between two pieces of ground which are otherways very much alike. The one, if left to itself, remains rough, wild, and over-run with weeds and thorns. The other, laden with all sorts of grain and fruits, and set off with an agreeable variety of flowers, collects into a narrow compass whatever is most rare, wholesome, or delightful, and by the tiller's care becomes a pleasing epitome of all the beauties of different seasons and regions. And thus it is with the mind, which always repays us with usury the care we take to cultivate it. That is the soil, which every man, who knows for what great ends he is designed, is obliged to manage to advantage; a soil which is rich and fruitful, capable of immortal productions, and alone worthy all his care. SENTENCES ON REPENTANCE. I. HE that keeps himself from great sins is as he that hath a prosperous voyage; he that repents, as he that saves himself upon a plank, II. Repentance begins in the humiliation of the heart, and ends in the reformation of the life, III. Defer not repentance till another day: he that hath promised pardon upon thy repentance, hath not promised life till thou repentest. IV. If we put off repentance another day, we have a day more to repent of, and a day less to repent in, POETRY. TO MY SISTERS, On finding some of their School Copy Books among the Lumber in the Garret. September 3, 1789. THE clock struck nine"--and breakfast o'er, The inclos'd I now to you present, To every tale, a moral is annex'd: In fable, animals, birds, trees can preach; Few meditations will more profit yield, Replete with subjects, or of prose, or rhyme. Then let us on these youthful times reflect, Of learning) could their frowning aspect shew. High health and spirits, class'd with sweet content, In early life, how many joys abound! In any state on earth, since Adam fell. To mirth and play, our youth's supreme delight, When riper age succeeded giddy youth, Conscious of this, imagination lent It's aid, and expectation bade us wait For that felicity, experience rent From earthly bliss, in each succeeding state. Hollow and piercing as a broken reed, Terrestrial happiness-A phantom vain; Like will-o'-whisp, doth oft our steps mislead, And fills our disappointed hearts with pain. Yet solid comfort may on earth be found, 'To " precious faith," God's promises abound, "To you that fear my name, the glorious sun That pard'ning love that covers all our sin. Nor pard'ning love, shall be alone our boast: "My powerful grace, in every trying hour, Shall overcome the fierce infernal host, Detect their wiles, and trample on their power." The world, the flesh, the devil, all shall yield Oh what an ample field, a glorious scene, I-'tis the saviour speaks-make all things new. "These words are true and faithful"-Yet, if men Hail glorious time!-But oh! what dreadful scenes But I forbear-my sisters must excuse A thought, promulg'd without a pre-intent. Nor from the book of life our names be rent. Happy and holy, are the souls who share Bliss, the first glorious resurrection brings! First-fruits to God-children of faith and prayer, Wash'd in that blood that makes them priests and Kings. "O'er these the second death, the fiery lake, That dismal state-no power shall assume". In life's decline, what other view can make The prospect clear and bright, thro' death's terrific gloom? CASTLE STREET. THOMAS DAY. (A RECIPE TO PROCURE CONNUBIAL HAPPINESS. TAKE of beauty and wit what you happen to have, If the good man's within sit and chat by his side, To these you may add what affection you please; And of all things avoid the genteel dishabille ; Candy'd o'er with good sense, and I'll warant 'twill last. W. AN EPIGRAM, Which was put up at the Dock Yard Gate, Chatham, soon after the Decease of a certain Calvinist Preacher in that Town, who used bitterly, in his public Harangues, to inveigh against Mr. John Wesley, on account of his Belief in the Arminian Doctrines, and at last condemned him to endless Damnation. SAYS Vy* to Wesley, "Pray how came you here? Your sentence I passed some months since, you know, Quoth John, "Brother V―y, 'twas love, boundless love, 1 pass'd through the portals with love on my ticket. The following Lines, accompanying the above, were wrote by another Hand. Whether wicket or portal, there is but one door, A thief and a robber most justly is styl'd, Which if they were such they're most sadly beguil'd. But love and true charity hope for the best, So e'en let those preachers in God's judgment rest. * Vessey. |