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St. 9.

Orthodoxy, my Lord," said Bishop Warburton, in a whisper,--" orthodoxy is my doxy, - heterodoxy is another man's doxy.' k. JOSEPH PRIESTLY-- Memoirs.

No one is so much alone in the universe as a denier of God. With an orphaned heart, which has lost the greatest of fathers, he stands mourning by the immeasurable corpse of nature, no longer moved or sustained by the Spirit of the universe, but growing in its grave; and he mourns, until he himself crumbles away from the dead body.

1. RICHTER-Flower, Fruit, and Thorn Pieces. First Flower Piece.

Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2.

What ardently we wish, we soon believe.
p.
YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night VII.
Pt. II. Line 1311.

BELLS.

How sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal! BOWLES-Fourteen Sonnets. Ostend. On Hearing the Bells at Sea.

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But just as he began to tell,
The auld kirk-hammer strak the bell,
Some wee short hour ayont the twal,
Which raised us baith.
BURNS-Death and Dr. Hornbook.

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S.

St. 31.

That all-softening, overpowering knell,
The tocsin of the Soul-the dinner bell.
BYRON-Don Juan. Canto V. St. 49.
How soft the music of those village bells,
Falling at intervals upon the ear
In cadence sweet.

t.

COWPER The Task. Winter Walk at
Noon. Line 1.

The church-going bell.

u. COWPER-Alexander Selkirk.

Wanwordy, crazy, dinsome thing,
As e'er was framed to jow or ring!
What gar'd them sic in steeple hing,
They ken themsel;

But weel wot I, they couldna bring
Waur sounds frae hell.

V.

FERGUSSON-To the Ton-Kirk Bell.

I call the Living-I mourn the Dead-
I break the Lightning.

w.

Inscribed on the Great Bell of the
Minster of Schaffhausen- also on
that of the Church of Art, near
Lucerne.

The cheerful Sabbath bells, where ever heard,

Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voice

Of one, who from the far-off hills proclaims Tidings of good to Zion.

x.

LAMB--The Sabbath Bells. Line 1.

He heard the convent bell,
Suddenly in the silence ringing
For the service of noonday.

y. LONGFELLOW-Christus. The Golden Legend. Pt. II.

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throat,

In adoration of the setting sun, Chants forth his evening hymn. f. MOIR-An Evening Sketch.

A slender young Blackbird built in a thorntree:

A spruce little fellow as ever could be;
His bill was so yellow, his feathers so black,
So long was his tail, and so glossy his back,
That good Mrs. B., who sat hatching her
eggs,

And only just left them to stretch her poor legs,

And pick for a minute the worm she preferred, Thought there never was seen such a beautiful bird.

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"So the Bluebirds have contracted, hav they, for a house?

And a nest is under way for little M Wren?

Hush, dear, hush! Be quiet, dear; quiet

a mouse.

These are weighty secrets, and we mu whisper them."

j.

SUSAN COOLIDGE-Secrets.

In the thickets and the meadows
Piped the bluebird, the Owaissa,
On the summit of the lodges
Sang the robin, the Opechee.
k. LONGFELLOW--Hiawatha.

BOBOLINK.

Pt. XXI.

Modest and shy as a nun is she;
One weak chirp is her only note;
Braggart and prince of braggarts is he,
Pouring boasts from his little throat.
BRYANT-Robert of Lincoln.

1.

Robert of Lincoln is gayly drest,

Wearing a bright black wedding-coat; White are his shoulders and white his cres BRYANT--Robert of Lincoln.

m.

Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife,

Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wing Passing at home a patient life,

Broods in the grass while her husban sings.

n.

BRYANT Robert of Lincoln.

The broad blue mountains lift their brows
Barely to bathe them in the blaze;
The bobolinks from silence rouse
And flash along melodious ways!
HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD-

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CANARY.

Daybrea

Thou should'st be carolling thy Make praise,

Poor bird! now fetter'd, and here set to dra
With graceless toil of beak and added claw
The meagre food that scarce thy want allay
And this-to gratify the gloating gaze
Of fools, who value Nature not a straw,
But know to prize the intraction of her lay
And hard perversion of her creature's way:
Thee the wild woods await, in leaves attire
Where notes of liquid utterance should

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Thy bill, that now with pain scant forage ear p. JULIAN FANE-Poems. Second Editio with Additional Poems. Canary Bi

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