I said, "You know-you must have known
I long have lov'd-lov'd you alone,

But cannot know how dearly."
I told her if my hopes were cross'd,
My every aim in life was lost-

She knew I spoke sincerely!
She answer'd as I breathless dwelt
Upon her words, and would have knelt,

"Nay, move not thus the least,

You have you long have had"—"Say on,
Sweet girl! thy heart?"-"Your foot upon
The flounce of my battiste."

Hoffman's Poems.

I knelt,

And with the fervour of a lip unus'd
To the cool breath of reason, told my love.

Willis's Poems.

and not elsewhere.

He that suffers
Prosperity to swell him 'bove a mean;
Like those impressions 'n the air, that rise
From dunghill vapours, scatter'd by the wind,
Leaves nothing but an empty name behind.
Nabb's Hannibal and Scipio.

Whither my heart is gone, there follows my hand, Of both our fortunes, good and bad, we find
Prosperity more searching of the mind:
For where the heart goes before, like a lamp, and Felicity flies o'er the wall and fence,

ill nines the pathway,
Many things are made clear, that else lie hidden

in darkness.

While misery keeps in with patience.

Herrick.

Prosperity, alas!

Is often but another name for pride.

Mrs. Sigourney.

And when our children turn the page,

The pale nearts of the silver stars
Throb too, as mine to thee
Al things delight in love, lady,
Why not we?
T. Buchanan Read. To ask what triumphs mark'd our age
What we achiev'd to challenge praise,
Through the long line of future days ——
This let them read, and hence instruction draw:
"Here were the many bless'd,
Here found the virtues rest,

PROSPERITY.

Prosperity 's the very bond of love,

Whose fresn complexion, and whose heart together,
Afliction alter.

Shaks. Winter's Tale.

Faith link'd with Love, and Liberty with Law.
Sprague's Centennial Ode.

PROVIDENCE.

And is there care in heaven? and is there love
In heavenly spirits to the creatures base,
That may compassion of their evils move?
There is; else much more wretched were the case
Of men than beasts. But O! th' exceeding grace
Of highest God that loves his creatures so,
And all his works with mercy doth embrace,
That blessed angels he sends to and fro

Who is it, that will doubt

The care of heaven; or think th' iminortal
Pow'rs are slow, 'cause they take the privilege
To choose their own time, when they will send
their
Blessings down.

Sir W. Davenant's Fair Favourite.

"T is the curse of mighty minds oppress'd,
To think what their state is, and what it should
be:

To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe! Impatient of their lot, they reason fiercely,

How oft do they their silver bowers leave
To come to succour us that succour want?
How oft do they with golden pinions cleave
The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant,
Against foul fiends to aid us militant?
They for us fight, they watch and duly ward,
And their bright squadrons round about us plant;
And all for love, and nothing for reward:

O why should heavenly God to men have such re-
gard!
Spenser's Fairy Queen.
Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well;
When our deep plots do pall: and that should teach

us,

There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.

Shaks. Hamlet.

That I am wretched,
Makes thee the happier :-Heavens deal so still!
Let the superfluous, and lust-directed man,
That slaves your ordinance, that will not see

And call the laws of Providence unequal.

Rowe

The ways of heaven are dark and intricate,
Puzzled in mazes, and perplex'd with errors;
Our understanding traces them in vain,
Lost and bewilder'd in the fruitless search;
Nor sees with how much art the windings run,
Nor where the regular confusion ends.

Addison's Cato

All nature is but art unknown to thee;
All chance direction, which thou canst not see;
All discord harmony not understood;
All partial evil universal good:

And spite of pride, in crring reason's spite,
One truth is clear, whatever is, is right.

Pope's Essay on Man.
This is thy work, Almighty Providence!
Whose power, beyond the reach of human thought,
Revolves the orbs of empire; bids them sink
Deep in the dead'ning night of thy displeasure,

Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly; Or rise majestic o'er a wondering world.

So distribution should undo excess,
And each man have enough.

Shaks. Lear.

Thomson's Coriolanus.
The gods take pleasure oft, when haughty mortals
On their own pride erect a mighty fabric,
By slightest means, to lay their towering schemes
Low in the dust, and teach them they are nothing.
Thomson's Coriolanus.
Wondrous chance!

Or rather wondrous conduct of the gods!
By mortals, from their blindness, chance misnam'd.
Thomson's Agamemnon.