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Great Ones.--Grief.-Guilt. have been done by thofe called great men. They have often difturbed, deceived and pillaged the world: and he, who is capable of the highest mischief, is capable of the meaneft. He, who plunders a country of a million of money, would, in fuitable circumftances, fteal a filver spoon; and a conqueror, who ftands and pillages a kingdom, would, in an humbler fituation, rifle a portmanteau I fhould not, therefore, choose to expofe my watch or purfe in a crowd, to those men who have plundered Poland. if, inflead of poffeffing a crown of jewels, and the pocket of fubmiffive nations, they had been in the circumstances of a Barrington Nor, though men should be called honorable, will it be fafe to trust our liberties to their honor, without fome collateral fecurity Idem.

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BUT know, young prince, that valor foars above
What the world calls misfortune and affliction;
These are not ills. elfe they would never fall
On heaven's first fav'rites, and the belt of men.
Heaven in bounty works up ftorms about us,
That give mankind occafion to exert

Their hidden ftrength, and throw out into practice
Virtues that hun the day, and lie conceal'd
In the fmooth feafons and the calms of life.-Addifon
LET us not, Lucia, aggravate our forrows,
But to kind heav'n permit the event of things:
Our lives difcolor'd with the prefent woes,
May fill grow bright and fmile with happier hours.
So the pure limpid ftream, when foul with ftains
Of rushing torrents, and defcending rains,
Works itfelf clear; and, as it runs, refines,
Till by degrees the floating mirror shines ;
Reflects each flower that on the border grows,
And a new heav'n in its fair bofom fhows.-Idem.


THE guilty ever are most hard to pardon;

Vice makes them ftubborn, haughty, and remorfelefs;
And as their views all centre in felf-love,

Soon hate what once controuls that darling paffion.-E. Hay


AS by degrees from long, tho' gentle rains, Great floods arife, and overflow the plains;

So men from little faults to great proceed,

Guilt grows on guilt, and crimes do crimes fucceed.-Wandesford.

FEAR of detection, what a curfe art thou! O, could the young and artless mind but know the agonies that dwell with guilt, it would prefer the humbleft lot with peace, to all that Splendid vice can e'er bestow.-Griffith.


GOOD-SENSE is a fedate and quiefcent quality, which manages its poffeffions well, but does not increase them; it collects few materials for its own operations, and preferves fafety, but never gains fupremacy.-Johnson.


TRUST not too much your now resistless charms,
Thofe, age or fickness, foon or late, difarms;
Good humour only teaches charms to last,
Still makes new conquefts, and maintains the past.
Love, rais'd on beauty, will like that decay,
Our hearts may bear its flender chain a day;
As flow'ry bands in wantonnefs are worn;
A morning's pleasure, and at evening torn:
This binds in ties more eafy, yet more strong,
The willing heart, and only holds it long.-Pope.

GOOD-HUMOUR may be defined, a habit of being pleafed; a conftant and perennial foftnefs of manner, eafinefs of approach, and fuavity of difpofition; like that which every one perceives in himself, when the first transports of new felicity have fubfided, and his thoughts are only kept in motion by a flow fucceffion of foft impulfes.-Rambler.

SURELY nothing can be more unreafonable than to lofe the will to pleafe, when we are confcious of the power, or fhew more cruelty than to choose any kind of influence before that of kindness and good-humour. He that regards the welfare of others, thould make his virtue approachable, that it may be loved and copied; and he that confiders the wants which every man feels, or will feel, of external affiftance, muft rather wish to be furrounded by thofe that love him, than by thofe that admire his excellencies or folicit his favours; for admiration coals with novelty, and intereft gains its end and retires. A man whofe great qualities want the ornament of fuperficial attractions, is like a naked mountain with mines

Good Humour.-Gaiety -Gypsies.


of gold, which will be frequented only till the treasure is exhausted -Idem.

NOTHING can more fhew the value of good-humour, than that it recommends thofe who are deftitute of all other excellencies, and procures regard to the trifling, friendship to the worthless, and affection to the dull.-Idem.


GAIETY is to good-humour as animal perfumes to vegetable fragrance. The one overpowers weak fpirits, the other recreates and revives them. Gaiety feldom fails to give some pain; the hearers either strain their faculties to accompany its towerings, or are left behind in envy or defpair. Goodhumour boasts no faculties, which every one does not believe in his own power, and pleases principally by not offending.Rambler.

WHOM call we gay? That honor has been long
The boast of mere pretenders to the name.
The innocent are gay. The lark is gay,
That dries his feathers, faturate with dew,
Beneath the rofy cloud, while yet the beams
Of day-fpring overshoot his humble nest.
The peafant, too, a witness of his fong,
Himself a fongfter, is as gay as he.
But fave me from the gaiety of thofe
Whofe head-aches nail them to a noon-day bed;
And fave me too from theirs, whofe haggard eyes
Flash defperation, and betray their pangs
For property (tripp'd off by cruel chance;
From gaiety that fills the bones with pain,

The mouth with blafphemy, the heart with woe.-Cowper.


I SEE a column of flow rifing fmoke
O'ertop the lofty wood that skirts the wild.
A vagabond useless tribe there eat
Their miferable meal. A kettle flung
Between two poles upon a flick tranfverfe,
Receives the morfel, flesh obfcene of dog,
Or vermin, or at beft, of cock purloin'd
From his accustom'd perch. Hard faring race!
They pick their fuel out of every hedge,
Which, kindled with dry leaves, juft faves unquench'd

The fpark of life. The sportive wind blows wide
Their flutt'ring rags, and fhows a tawny skin,
The vellum of the pedigree they claim.
Great skill have they in palmiftry, and more
To conjure clean away the gold they touch,
Conveying worthlefs drofs into its place.
Loud when they beg-dumb only when they steal.
Strange that a creature rational, and caft

In human mould, should brutalize by choice
His nature, and though capable of arts
By which the world right profit and himself,
Self banish'd from fociety, prefer

Such fqualid floth to honorable toil.

Yet even thefe, though, feigning fickness, oft
They fwathe the forehead, drag the limping limb,
And vex their flesh with artificial fores,
Can change their whine into a mirthful note,
When fafe occasion offers, and with dance
And music of the bladder and the bag
Beguile their woes, and rake the woods refound.
Such health and gaiety of heart enjoy
The houfelefs rovers of thy fylvan world;
And breathing wholefome air, and wand'ring much,
Need other phyfic none to heal th' effects
Of loathfome diet, penury, and cold.—Idem.


THE man who paufes on his honesty Wants little of the villain.-Martyn.

BE honefly our riches. Are we mean And humbly born? the true heart makes us noble. Thefe hands can toil, can fow the ground and reap, For thee and thy fweet babes. Our daily labor Is daily wealth. It finds us bread and raiment. Could Danish gold do more?-Mallet.


LET none presume

To wear an undeserved dignity:
O that estates, degrees, and offices,
Were not, deriv'd corruptly; that clear honor
Were purchas'd by the merit of the wearer!
many then should cover, that ftand bare!


How many
be commanded, that command:
How much low peafantry would then be glean'd
From the true feed of honor! How much honor
Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times,
To be new vann'd!-Shakespeare.

MINE honor is my life: both grow in one.
Take honor from me, and my life is done.
Then, dear my liege, mine honor let me try;
In that I live, and for that will I die.-Idem.
Q. PRAY what's the height of honor.
A: No man to offend,

Ne'er to reveal the fecrets of a friend;
Rather to fuffer than to do a wrong:
To make the heart no ftranger to the tongue :
Provok'd, not to betray an enemy;
Nor eat his meat, I choak with flattery;
Blushless to tell wherefore I wear my scars,
Or for my conscience, or for my country's wars:
To aim at just things. If we have wildly run
Into offences, with them all undone.
'Tis poor in truth, for a wrong done, to die:
Honor, to dare to live, and fatisfy.-Maflinger.
-HE was a man

That liv'd up to the standard of his honor,
And prized that jewel more than mines of wealth.
He'd not have done a shameful thing but once;
Tho' kept in darkness from the world, and hidden,
He could not have forgiven it to himself.—Otway.
NOT all the threats or favours of a crown,
A prince's whisper, or a tyrant's frown,
Can awe the fpirit, or allure the mind
Of him who to ftrict honor is inclin'd.
Tho' all the pomp and pleasure that does wait
On public places and affairs of flate,
Should fondly court him to be base and
With even paffions and with fettled face,
He would remove the harlot's falfe embrace.
Tho' all the forms and tempefts fhould arife
That church-Magicians in their cells devife,
And from their fettled bafis nations tear,
He would unmov'd the mighty ruin bear;
Secure in innocence, contemn them all,


And, decently array'd in honor, fall.-Earl of Halifax.



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