her first love her first-her last-her only. A fair

good night to all.”

The Albigenses.

Rev. C. R. MATURIN.

SLEEP and OBLIVION.

O gentle sleep! do they belong to thee,
These twinklings of oblivion? Thou dost love
To sit in meekness, like the brooding dove,

A captive never wishing to be free.

To Sleep.-W. WORDSWORTH.

SMILE. A

Oh! what a sight there is in that word-smilefor it changes colour like a chameleon. There's a vacant smile, a cold smile, a satiric smile, a smile of hate, an affected smile, a smile of approbation, a friendly smile; but, above all, a smile of love. A woman has two smiles that an angel might envy-the smile that accepts the lover before words are uttered, and the smile that lights on the first-born baby, and assures him of a mother's love. Wise Saws.-JUDGE HALIBURTON.

SMILE. A Child's

Shall those smiles be called

Feelers of love put forth as if to explore
This untried world, and to prepare thy way
Through a straight passage intricate and dim?
Address to my Infant Daughter.-W. WORDSWORTH.

SNARES.

Busy hands do plant

Snares in thy substance; snares attend thy want;
Snares in thy credit; snares in thy disgrace;
Snares in thy high estate; snares in thy base;
Snares tuck thy bed; and snares surround thy board;
Snares watch thy thoughts; and snares attach thy
word;

Snares in thy quiet; snares in thy commotion;
Snares in thy diet; snares in thy devotion;
Snares lurk in thy resolve, snares in thy doubt;
Snares lie within thy heart, and snares without;
Snares are above thy head, and snares beneath;
Snares in thy sickness, snares are in thy death.
Emblems, Book II. 9.-FRANCIS QUARLES.

SOCIETY. Man not dependent on

Those can most easily dispense with society who are the most calculated to adorn it; they only are dependent on it who possess no mental resources; for though they bring nothing to the general mart, like beggars, they are too poor to stay at home.

Desultory Thoughts and Reflections.
THE COUNTESS OF BLESSINGTON.

SOLDIER. The story of a British

Ten struck battles

I sucked these honour'd scars from, and all Roman;

Ten years of bitter nights and heavy marches

(When many a frozen storm sung through my cuirass, And made it doubtful whether that or I

Were the more stubborn metal) have I wrought through,

And all to try these Romans. Ten times a night
I have swam the rivers, when the stars of Rome
Shot at me as I floated, and the billows
Tumbled their watery ruins on my shoulders,
Charging my batter'd sides with troops of agues;
And still to try these Romans, whom I found
(And, if I lie, my wounds be henceforth backward,
And be you witness, gods, and all my dangers)
As ready, and as full of that I brought
(Which was not fear, nor flight), as valiant,
As vigilant, as wise to do and suffer,
Ever advanced as forward, as the Britons;

Their sleeps as short, their hopes as high as ours,
Aye, and as subtle, lady.

Bonduca, Act I. Scene I.

BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

SOLDIER. A Notable

A bullet?

I'll tell you, sir,

My paunch is nothing but a pile of bullets :
When I was in army service, I stood between
My general and the shot, like a mud-wall;

I am all lead; from the crown of the head to the
Sole of the foot, not a sound bone about me.

The Honest Man's Fortune, Act II.

BEAUMONT and FLETCHER.

'Midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men,
To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess,
And roam along, the world's tired denizen,
With none who bless us, none whom we can bless;
Minions of splendour shrinking from distress!
None that with kindred consciousness endued,
If we were not, would seem to smile the less
Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued:
This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto II. Stanza XXVI.
LORD BYRON.

The love of solitude, when cultivated in the morn of life, elevates the mind to a noble independence: but, to acquire the advantages which solitude is capable of affording, the mind must not be impelled to it by melancholy and discontent, but by a real distaste to the idle pleasures of the world, a rational contempt for the deceitful joys of life, and just apprehensions of being corrupted and seduced by its insinuating and destructive gaieties. Solitude, Cap. II.-J. G. ZIMMERMAN.

SOLITUDE to be Wooed.

O Solitude, romantic maid!

Whether by nodding towers you tread,
Or haunt the desert's trackless gloom,
Or hover o'er the yawning tomb,

Or climb the Andes' clifted side,
Or by the Nile's coy source abide,
Or starting from your half-year's sleep,
From Hecla view the thawing deep,
Or, at the purple dawn of day,
Tadmor's marble wastes survey,
You, recluse, again, I woo,

And again your steps pursue.

Ode to Solitude.-DR. JAMES GRAINGER.

SOLITUDE foreign to Human Nature.
If solitude succeed to grief,
Release from pain is slight relief;
The vacant bosom's wilderness
Might thank the pang that made it less.
We loathe what none are left to share:
Even bliss 't were woe alone to bear;
The heart once thus left desolate

SON.

Must fly at last for ease—to hate.

The Giaour, Line 943.-LORD BYRON.

Advice to a

Hate idleness, and curb

Endeavour to be innocent as a dove, but as wise as a serpent; and let this lesson direct you most in the greatest extremes of fortune. all passions; be true in all words and actions; unnecessarily deliver not your opinion; but when you do, let it be just, well-considered, and plain. Be charitable in all thought, word, and deed, and ever ready to forgive in