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Who the day for toil hast given,

For rest the night;
May Thine Angel guards defend us,
Slumber sweet Thy mercy send us,
Holy dreams and hopes attend us,
This livelong night!

-R. HEBER.

Now I lay me down to take my sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep ;
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

“ NEW ENGLAND PRIMER."

THE SLUGGARD. 'Tis the voice of the sluggard : I heard him com

plain, “ You have waked me too soon, I must slumber

again ; As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy

head. “A little more sleep, and a little more slumber;' Thus he wastes half his days and his hours without

number; And when he gets up, he sits folding his hands, Or walks about sauntering, or trifling he stands.

I passed by his garden, and saw the wild brier,
The thorn and the thistle grow broader and higher;
The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags,
And his money still wastes, till he starves or he begs.
I made him a visit, still hoping to find
He had took better care for improving his mind;

He told me his dreams, talked of eating and drink

ing; But he scarce reads his Bible, and never loves think

ing Said I then to my heart, “Here's a lesson for me, This man's but a picture of what I might be ; But thanks to my friends for their care in my

breeding, Who taught me betimes to love working and reading.

-ISAAC WATTS.

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141. SOLITUDE.

Hail, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast,
And woo the weary to profound repose !
Can passion's wildest uproar lay to rest,
And whisper comfort to the man of woes ?
Here Innocence may wander, safe from foes,
And Contemplation soar on seraph wings.
O Solitude ! the man who thee foregoes,
When lucre lures him, or ambition stings,
Shall never know the source whence real grandeur
springs.

-BEATTIE.

The man to solitude accustom'd long,
Perceives in everything that lives, a tongue ;
Not animals alone, but shrubs and trees
Have speech for him, and understood with ease ;
After long drought, when rains abundant fall,
He hears the herbs, and flowers rejoicing all;
Knows what the freshness of their hue implies,
How glad they catch the largess of the skies ;
But, with precision nicer still, the mind
He scans of every locomotive kind;
Birds of all feather, beasts of every name,
That serve mankind, or shun them, wild or tame;
The looks and gestures of their griefs and fears
Have all articulation in his ears;
He spells them true by intuition's light,
And needs no glossary to set him right.-

- COWPER.

Solitude, though silent as light, is like the light, the mightiest of agencies, for solitude is essential to man. All mon come into this world alone, all leave it alone.

Solitude is the parent of reflection.

I was never less alone than when by myself.

-GIBBON,

He was never less at leisure than when he was at leisure, nor less alone than when he was alone.

-PUBLIUS SCIPIO.

They are never alone that are accompanied by noble thoughts.

-SIR P. SIDNEY.

All mischief comes from our not being able to be alone ; hence play, luxury, dissipation, wine, ignoranca, calumny, envy, forgetfulness of one's self and of God.

-BRUYERE.

Solitude shows us what we should be,
Society shows us what we are.

It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own ; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.

-EMERSON.

Lovely indeed art thou, O Solitude !

And good and bad to thy calm refuge fly:

For the deep forest and the starry sky
Make good men better, and make bad men good.
Yet art thou not too strictly to be woo'd:

For, like those poisons whose fine quality

Can still the throb of corporal agony,
But, drunk too oft, death-like arrest the blood;
Thus, Solitude, thy influence soothes the mind,

Thus lulls it in a sweet but dire repose,
Till man forgets the feelings of his kind,

And Heaven's best purposes in life foregoes,
Who bade him not to shrink, but bear resigned,
And mitigate, not fly from others' woes.

-C. JOHNSTON.

*

Supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk during his solitary abode on the island of Juan Fernandes.

I am monarch of all I survey,

My right there is none to dispute,
From the centre all round to the sea,

I am Lord of the fowl and the brute.
O Solitude ! where are the charms

That sages have seen in thy face?
Better dwell in the midst of alarms

Than reign in this horrible place.

I am out of humanity's reach,

I must finish my journey alone,
Never hear the sweet music of speech,
I start at the sound of

my own.

* From Selections by Emily Taylor.

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