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When age shall steal on me, and youth is no more, And the moralist Time shakes his glass at my door, What charm in lost beauty or wealth should I find? My treasure, my wealth, is a sweet peace of mind.
That peace I'll preserve then, as pure as was given,
And when long I the burden of life shall have borne,
Virtue can alone bestow
Bliss above and bliss below :
Greater source of happiness ?
If to virtue thou take heed,
Ev'ry good will be thy meed :
Those who virtue's path forsake.
Virtue how thou may'st attain,
Ever strive with might and main :
All thy pow'rs for her expend.
Where a heart, from sin exempt,
Prompted not to some attempt,
All besides is empty sound.
Would'st thou, what is virtue, know?
All concupiscence forego : Malice shun; thy wrath restrain;
Keep thy tongue from words that pain.
Salt of the earth, ye virtuous few,
Who season human kind;
Illumines the realms of mind :
Where misery spreads her deepest shade,
Your strong compassion glows ; From your blest lips the balm distils,
That softens mortal woes.
By dying beds, in prison glooms,
Your frequent steps are found; Angels of love ! you hover near,
To bind the stranger's wound.
* A Cural Song, from the Folk-songs of Southern India, by Charles E. Gover.
You wash with tears the bloody page
Which human crimes deform; When vengeance threats, your prayers ascend
And break the gathering storm.
As down the summer stream of vice
The thoughtless many glide ; Upward you steer your steady bark,
And stem the rushing tide.
Where guilt her foul contagion breathes,
And golden spoils allure ; Unspotted still your garments shine,
Your hands are ever pure.
Yet yours is all through History's rolls,
The kindling bosom feels ;
The fond enthusiast kneels.
In every faith, through every clime,
Your pilgrim steps we trace ;
Each hallow'd spot to grace ;
And paeons loud, in every tongue,
And choral hymns resound;
To time's remotest bound.
Proceed! your race of glory run,
Your virtuous toils endure !
CHOICE OF HERCULES. One of the most instructive fables of antiquity represents Hercules (when arrived at years of reflection) as retiring into a solitary place to consider his future course of life. There, we are told, he was accosted by two females, one named Virtue, and the cther Pleasure ; each of whom was desirous to prevail upon him to join her votaries. Pleasure presented to him her various allurements, and offered to him a life of ease and indulgence. Virtue displayed to him the fallacy of her rival's pretensions, and showed him that true happiness could be found only in her service,-she did not however attempt to deceive him by false expectations : she fairly told him that he would have to overcome difficulties ; to pass through various trials; to exercise fortitude and self-denial ; to make many sacrifices; and to undergo many labours and dangers : but then it would not be for nothing. She showed him that, by the wise appointment of the gods, there was no valuable object of pursuit which was to be acquired by any other means; and that thus alone he could gain the applause and esteem of the wise and good, the pleasures of self-approbation, and the favour of the gods. Hercules, we are told, was decided by her representations; and his decision was a wise one.
-REV. DR. CARPENTER.
Vices are learned without a teacher.
-OLD ITALIAN PROVERB.
* From the Buddhist Canon, translated by Beal.
Vice stings us, even in our pleasures, but virtue consoles us, even in our pains.
Seek to do good, shun evil, and take heed :
The guilty never rest :
Alas! of all
- CHARLES SWAIN.
There is no peace, saith the Lord, unto the wicked.
_" BIELE-ISAIAH 48".
The fear of the Lord prolongeth days : but the years of the wicked shall be shortened.
“ BIBLE-PROVERBS 10.”
* Translated by Eastwick.