Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame. Know then this truth, enough for man to know,

Virtue alone is happiness below.
Curst be the verse, how well soe'er it flow,
That tends to make one honest man my foe. Happier as kinder in whate'er degree,

And height of bliss but height of charity.
Who shames a scribbler ? Break one cobweb
through,

If then to all men happiness was meante
He spins the slight, self-pleasing thread anew; God in externals could not place content.
Destroy his fib or sophistry, in vain,
The creature's at his dirty work again,

Order is Heaven's first law, and, this confest,
Throned in the centre of his thin designs,

Some are, and must be, greater than the rest.
Proud of a vast extent of flimsy lines.

Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense,
He who, still wanting, though he lives on theft, Lie in three words, — health, peace, and compie-
Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing left.

tence.

But health consists with temperance alone, What future bliss He gives thee not to know, And peace, O Virtue ! peace is all thine own. But gives that hope to be thy blessing now.

Fortune her gifts may variously dispose, All nature is but art, unknown to thee,

And these be happy called, unhappy those ; All chance, direction which thou canst not see. But Heaven's just balance equal will appear,

When those are placed in hope, and these in fear. "Tis education forms the common mind; Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined. “But sometimes virtue starves, while vice is fed";

“What then, is the reward of virtue, -- bread ? Manners with fortunes, humors turn with climes, That vice may merit, 't is the price of toil, Tenets with books, and principles with times. The knave deserves it when he tills the soil." Who shall decide when doctors disagree?

What nothing earthly gives or can destroy, And then mistook reverse of wrong for right.

The soul's calm sunshine, and the heartfelt joy.

Honor and shame from no condition rise ;
That secret rare between the extremes to move,
Of mad good-nature and of mean self-love.

Act well your part, there all the honor lies.
Ye little stars, hide your diminished rays.

Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave,

Is but the more a fool, the more a knave.
Who builds a church to God, and not to fame,
Will never mark the marble with his name. Who noble ends by noble means obtains,

Or, failing, smiles in exile or in chains,
"T is strange the music should his cares employ Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed
To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy.

Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. Something there is more needful than expense, What's fame? A fancied life in others' breath. And something previous e'en to taste,

't is sense.

One self-approving hour whole years outweighs
In all let Nature never be forgot,

Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas.
But treat the goddess like a modest fair,
Not over-dress nor leave her wholly bare ; As heaven's blest beam turns vinegar more sour.
Let not each beauty everywhere be spied,
Where half the skill is decently to hide. Lust through some certain strainers well refined

Is gentle love, and charms all womankind.
Light quirks of music, broken and uneven,
Make the soul dance upon a jig to heaven. Vice is a monster of such hideous mien

That to be hated needs but to be seen; 'Tis use alone that sanctifies expense,

Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
And splendor borrows all her rays from sense.

We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
To rest the cushion and soft dean in vite,
Who never mentions hell to ears polite.

Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law,

Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw; And knows where faith, law, morals, all began, Some livelier plaything gives his youth delicht, All end,

in love of God and love of man. A little louder, but as empty quite.

o în angel face :

of hair

sunny

wealth In radiant hiphled bathed the graceful throat And dimpled shoulders; roured the

rosy of the sweet month a smile seemed wandering every While in the depths of azure fire that gleamed

Beneath the drooping lashes, slept a world Of eloquent meaning, passionate yet pure Dreamy, a subdued

but oh, how beautiful!

POEMS OF FANCY.

MARK AKENSIDE.

Whose lip mature is ever new ?

Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud im bibes Where's the eye, however blue,

The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain Doth not weary? Where's the face From all the tenants of the warbling shade One would meet in every place ?

Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Where's the voice, however soft,

Fresh pleasure, unreproved. Nor thence partakes One would hear so very oft ?

Fresh pleasure only; for the attentive mind, At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth

By this harmonious action on her powers, Like to bubbles when rain pelteth.

Becomes herself harmonious: wont so oft Let then winged Fancy find

On outward things to meditate the charm Thee a mistress to thy mind ;

Of sacred order, soon she seeks at home
Dulcet-eyed as Ceres' daughter,

To find a kindred order, to exert
Ere the God of Torment taught her Within herself this elegance of love,
How to frown and how to chide ;

This fair-inspired delight : her tempered powers With a waist and with a side

Refine at length, and every passion wears
White as Hebe's, when her zone

A chaster, milder, more attractive mien.
Slipt its golden clasp, and down
Fell her kirtle to her feet,
While she held the goblet sweet,
And Jove grew languid. Break the mesh

A DREAM OF THE UNKNOWN.
Of the Fancy's silken leash ;
Quickly break her prison-string,

I DREAMED that as I wandered by the way
And such joys as these she 'll bring :

Bare winter suddenly was changed to spring, Let the wingéd Fancy roam !

And gentle odors led my steps astray, Pleasure never is at home.

Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring JOHN KEATS.

Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay

Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling

Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, IMAGINATION.

But kissed it and then fled, as Thou mightest in

dream. PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION." O BLEST of heaven, whom not the languid There grew pied wind-flowers and violets,

Daisies, those pearled Arcturi of the earth, songs

The constellated flower that never sets ;
Of luxury, the siren ! not the bribes
Of sordid wealth, nor all the gaudy spoils

Faint ox-lips ; tender bluebells, at whose birth Of pageant honor, can seduce to leave

The sod scarce heaved ; and that tall flower that

wets Those ever-blooming sweets, which from the store Of nature fair imagination culls

Its mother's face with heaven-collected tears, To charm the enlivened soul ! What though not When the low wind, its playmate's voice, it hears. all

And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine, Of mortal offspring can attain the heights Of envied life; though only few possess

Green cow-bindand the moonlight-colored May, Patrician treasures or imperial state ;

And cherry-blossoms, and white cups, whose wine

Was the bright dew yet drained not by the day; Yet nature's care, to all her children just,

And wild roses, and ivy serpentine With richer treasures and an ampler state,

With its dark buds and leaves, wandering Endows at large whatever happy man

astray; Will deign to use them. His the city's pomp,

And flowers azure, black, and streaked with gold, The rural honors his. Whate'er adorns

Fairer than any wakened eyes behold. The princely dome, the column and the arch, The breathing marble and the sculptured gold And nearer to the river's trembling edge Beyond the proud possessor's narrow claim, There grew broad flag-flowers, purple prankt His tuneful breast enjoys. For him the Spring

with white, Distils her dews, and from the silken gem And starry river-buds among the sedge, Its lucid leaves unfolds ; for him the hand And floating water-lilies, broad and bright, Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch

Which lit the oak that overhung the hedge With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. With moonlight beams of their own watery Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings; light; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And bulrushes, and reeds of such deep green And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze As soothed the dazzled eye with sober sheen,

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