A deep and solemn story he would try,

But grew ashamed of ghosts, and laid it by;

Sermons he wrote, but they who knew his creed,

Or knew it not, were ill disposed to

read;

And he would lastly be the nation's guide,

But, studying, failed to fix upon a side;

Fame he desired, and talents he pos

sessed,

But loved not labor, though he could not rest,

Nor firmly fix the vacillating mind,

Then cares domestic rush upon his mind,

And half the ease and comfort he enjoys,

Is when surrounded by slates, books, and boys.

[From Schools.]

LEARNING IS LABOR.

To learning's second seats we now proceed,

Where humming students gilded primers read;

That, ever working, could no centre | Or books with letters large and pic

find.

[From Schools.]

THE TEACHER.

HE, while his troop light-hearted leap
and play,

Is all intent on duties of the day;
No more the tyrant stern or judge

tures gay,

Learning is labor, call it what you Upon the youthful mind a heavy load, will; He feels the father's and the hus-Nor must we hope to find the royal

severe,

band's fear.

road.

Ah! little think the timid, trem-Some will their easy steps to science

bling crowd, That one so wise, so powerful, and so proud,

Should feel himself, and dread the humble ills

Of rent-day charges and of coalmen's
bills;

That while they mercy from their
judge implore,
He fears himself-

-a knocking at the

door: And feels the burden as his neighbor states

His humble portion to the parishrates.

They sit the allotted hours, then eager run,

Rushing to pleasure when the duty's done;

His hour of pleasure is of different kind,

show,

And some to heaven itself their byway know;

Ah! trust them not, - who fame or bliss would share,

Must learn by labor, and must live by

care.

[From the Gentleman Farmer.]
FOLLY OF LITIGATION.

WHO would by law regain his plun-
dered store,

Would pick up fallen mercury from the floor;

If he pursue it, here and there it slides,

He would collect it, but it more divides;

Nay, there's a charm beyond what nature shows,

The bloom is softer and more sweetly glows;

Pierced by no crime, and urged by no desire

For more than true and honest hearts

require,

They feel the calm delight, and thus proceed,

Through the green lane, ger in the mead,

then lin- Roars as it rises
save!"

above the parlor

"Oh! horrible! a

Stray o'er the heath in all its purple | She cries:- Alas! the watchman on

The ships at distance and the boats at hand;

And now they walk upon the seaside sand,

Counting the number and what kind | they be,

Ships softly sinking in the sleepy sea: Now arm in arm, now parted, they behold

The glittering waters on the shingles rolled:

The timid girls, half dreading their design,

Dip the small foot in the retarded brine,

And search for crimson weeds, which
spreading flow,

Or lie like pictures on the sand below:
With all those bright red pebbles,
that the sun
Through the small waves so softly

shines upon;

his way

Calls, and lets in truth, terror, and the day!

[From The Lover's Journey.] EXTERNAL IMPRESSIONS DEPEN

DENT ON THE SOUL'S MOODS.

IT is the Soul that sees: the outward eyes

Present the object, but the Mind descries;

And thence delight, disgust, or cool indifference rise:

When minds are joyful, then we look around,

And what is seen is all on fairy ground;

Again they sicken, and on every view Cast their own dull and melancholy hue;

Or, if absorbed by their peculiar cares, The vacant eye on viewless matter glares,

Our feelings still upon our views at-
tend,

| And their own natures to the objects
lend;
[sure,
Sorrow and joy are in their influence
Long as the passion reigns th' effects
endure:

But Love in minds his various changes
makes,

clothes each object with the change he takes;

And

His

light and shade on every view he throws,