mote obligation, or did selfishness whisper, that an old benefit, like an old hound, was a worthless supernumerary? No; a prompt and noble gratitude appeared, nor did it come alone. It was associated with bravery. "All the valiant men arose." Through the mist of ages, I see you, gallant soldiers, your posture erect, but your eyes overflowing. A brave man has, generally, "a tear for pity." You remembered. what Saul once was, and how he had preserved your progenitors. You forget nothing but his disgrace and his vices. You had heard that

"the battle went sore" against a benefactor, that cruel archers had wounded, and the javelin of despair had killed him. You hastened with military and grateful ardour, your nocturnal march through a hostile region. You buried the bones of your benefactor, with simple and rustic rites; and the memory of your tears, your respect for the dead, and your fasting, shall never fade away. Sensibility shall erect to your virtue

"A monument, and plant it round with shade
Of laurel ever green, and branching palm,
With all your trophies hung, and acts inroll'd
In copious legend, or sweet lyric song."

OF PRECIPITATION.

"And the driving is like the driving of Jehu, the son of Nimshi; for he driveth furiously."-2 Kings ix. 20.

NOTHING is to be gained by such excessive speed. It is the mark of a giddy, hair-brained charioteer. He generally either breaks his neck, or is distanced in the race, by his very eagerness to reach the goal.'

Lord Chesterfield took a distinction between haste and hurry, and, with the precision of a lawyer, marked their dissimilitude. There is positively as much difference between these pretended cousin-germans, as between my sermons and those of the archbishop of Canterbury.

Hurry, or as it is called in the text, "driving," is a mischievous imp, goading us to dash our feet against a stone; to run, with night cap on, into the streets; in fine, to be ever slovenly and imperfect. You may dispatch business, but if you hurry it, I will not ask for the second

sight of a Scotchman, that I may discover your approaching bankruptcy.

Young man, I say unto thee, walk gently to riches, to honours, to pleasure. Do not run. Observe the impatient racer. He is breathless; he is fallen; bemired and beluted; like Dr. Slop, overthrown by Obadiah; he is distanced; he is hissed. Walk circumspectly; it is Paul's advice; not like a fool, but like a philosopher. Compare the man of moderation, with the man of impetuosity. The first becomes honoured in king's courts. The second is either in jail, or in "poverty to the very lips."

In my boyhood, I remember that a parent would sometimes repeat lessons of economy as I sat on his knees, and then lift me in his arms, that I might look at Hogarth's plates of Industry and Idleness. On youthful fancy the picture was more impressed than the precept. To relieve that description of my readers, who tire at the didactic and the trite style of morality, I will attempt a sketch or two, perhaps with a little colouring.

I will imagine the figure of a stripling, educated for business. Seven years he swept and garnished a counting-house; opened it at five,

and did not bar it until nine; sold ropes and boxes for himself, as well as bales for his master; read "The Sure Guide to Love and Esteem," and worked every rule in Hodder's arithmetic. This, all must allow, was a gentle pace. No freaks, no starts, discompose the placid life of youth in these habits. Men already look forward, and behold him a bank director, or see him in the largest store in the

mart.

One ill-omened day, when the moon was full or the dog star growled, I do not remember which, our sober youth, whose studies were seldom more miscellaneous than an invoice, or bill of lading, unluckily had his eye caught by a land advertisement in a newspaper. It will abridge a tedious process of circumstances, to imagine him in Georgia. How many acres of sand were then bought and sold, and how he dashed about thy falls, St. Anthony, who art more visited than the shrine of Thomas a Becket! Over these sands he already drives in his chariot, with somebody by his side too; a lady from Babylon. Although the carriage is encumbered with a speculator, and-and imaginary bank-bills in bales, yet how we glide

along, not like the son of Ahimaaz bringing good tidings. The driving is like the charioteership of the son of Nimshi; furious, careless, mad.

But his vehicle, like count Basset's in the play, rolls on the four aces, or something as unstable. He drives furiously against a post. He is an overthrown Pharaoh; not as it is vulgarly expressed, in a peck, but in a Red Sea of troubles. He has driven so furiously, that he has snapped his traces, lost the linch pin, and broken the axle of his credit.

A quack is a Jehu; he not only drives furiously himself, but he drives his poor patients too. When I see one of these mountebanks, I aways consider the sick he attends, as so many coughing dray horses, soon to be driven out of breath. Ye simple farmers, why do you grease his wheels? When ye are diseased, cannot a leaf of mugwort be obtained, without paying him for the cropping? When you are wounded, your youngest children may bring you a bit of betony, and it will not be charged.

Of the genus of drivers, the negro driver, and the impetuous Frenchmen, are a noted spe