There, shelter'd by thy straw-built hive,
In my garden thou shalt live,
And that garden shall supply
Thy delicious alchymy:

There for thee in Autumn blows
The Indian pink, the latest rose ;
The mignionette perfumes the air,
And stock's unfading flowers are there.
Yet fear not when the tempests come,
And drive thee to thy waxen home,
That I shall then most treach❜rously
For thy honey murder thee!

Ah no!-throughout the winter drear
I'll feed thee, that another year
Thou mayst renew thy industry

Amongst the flowers, thou busy Bee!

CHARLOTTE SMITH.

WHERE Ambition can be so happy as to cover its enterprizes, even to the person himself, under the appearance of principle, it is the most incurable and inflexible of all human passions.

BE not over exquisite

To cast the fashion of uncertain evils;

HUME.

For grant they be so, while they rest unknown;
Why need a man forstall his date of grief
And run to meet what he would most avoid?

MILTON.

ANXIETY is the poison of human life. rent of many sins, and of more miseries. In a world It is the pawhere every thing is doubtful, where you may succeed in your wish, and be miserable; where you may be disappointed, and be blessed in disappointment; what means this restless stir and commotion of mind? Can your solicitude alter the course, or unravel the intricacy of human events? Can your curiosity pierce through the cloud which the Supreme Being hath made impenetrable to mortal eye? To provide against every important danger by the employment of the most promising means, is the office of wisdom; but at this point wisdom stops.

BLAIR.

WHEN people are determined upon any action, they seldom fail to find arguments capable of convincing them that their resolution is reasonable. motives govern the conduct of half mankind.

Mixed

UNCERTAINTY,

Fell dæmon of our fears! the human soul,
That can support Despair, supports not thee.

MALLET.

GREAT vices are the proper objects of our detestation, smaller faults of our pity; but affectation appears to be the only true source of the ridiculous.

FIELDING.

TO THE EVENING STAR.

How sweet thy modest light to view,
Fair Star! to love and lovers dear,
While trembling on the falling dew;
Like beauty shining through a tear.

Or hanging o'er that mirror-stream,

To mark thine image trembling there ;-
Thou seem'st to smile with softer gleam,
To see thy lovely face so fair.

Though, blazing o'er the arch of night,
The moon thy timid beams outshine
As far as thine each starry light ;-
Her rays can never vie with thine.

Thine are the soft enchanting hours,

When twilight lingers on the plain, And whispers to the closing flowers, That soon the sun shall rise again.

Thine is the breeze that, murmuring bland
As music, wafts the lover's sigh,
And bids the yielding heart expand
To love's delicious extasy.

Fair Star! though I be doom'd to prove

That rapture's tears are mix'd with pain,

Ah! still I feel 'tis sweet to love,

But sweeter to be loved again.

LEYDEN.

K

LOVE and Folly were at play,
When a quarrel chanc'd to rise;
Blows ensued, and in the fray
Hapless Cupid lost his eyes.

Venus loudly then from Jove
Claiming vengeance, he replied,
"Since mad Folly blinded Love,
Let her serve him as a guide."

THOU knowest not the heart of woman, or hast only conversed with those who are lost to her best feelings. I tell thee, proud Templar, that not in thy fiercest battles hast thou displayed more of thy vaunted courage, than has been shewn by woman when called upon to suffer by affection or duty. I am myself a woman, tenderly nurtured, naturally fearful of danger, and impatient of pain-yet, when we enter those fatal lists, thou to fight and I to suffer, I feel the strong assurance within me, that my courage shall mount higher than thine. Farewell-I waste no more words on thee; the time that remains on earth to the daughter of Jacob must be otherwise spent she must seek the Comforter, who may hide his face from his people, but who ever opens his ear to the cry of those who seek him in sincerity and in truth. WALTER SCOTT.

ODE TO ENTERPRIZE.

On lofty mountains roaming,
O'er bleak perennial snow,
Where cataracts are foaming,
And raging north-winds blow;
Where hungry wolves are prowling
And famish'd eagles cry;
Where tempests loud are howling,
And lowering vapours fly :

There, at the peep of morning,
Bedeck'd with dewy tears,
Wild weeds her brow adorning,
Lo! Enterprize appears,
While keen-eyed Expectation
Still points to objects new,

See panting Emulation

Her fleeting steps pursue.

List, list, celestial Virgin!
And, oh! the vow record!
From groveling cares emerging,
I pledge this solemn word :-
By desarts, fields, or fountains,
While health, while life remains,
O'er Lapland's icy mountains,
O'er Afric's burning plains;