which she stood, was suddenly perceived to be in motion. Thoughtless of the justice of the comparison, the circumstance produced the following extempore epigram. Make ORPHEUS of old made groves to move, But BARNES, without the power of love, SELECT SENTENCES. WHEN truth offends no one it ought to pas out of the mouth as naturally as the air we breathe. Ir with the pains we endure here we were immortal, we should be the most miserable of all beings. It is sweet and pleasing to hope we shall not live always. It seems that all we do is but a rough draught, and that always something remains to be done to make work complete. POWER is not always proportionate to the will. One should be consulted before the oth er; but the generality of men begin by wille ing, and act afterwards as they can. AFFECTATION discovers sooner what one is than it makes known what one would fain appear to be. LAZINESS is a premature death. To be no action, is not to live. GREAT wants proceed from great wealth, and make riches almost equal to poverty. WE should feel death but once; he who fears death, dies every time he thinks of it. A MISER of sixty years old refuses him. self necessaries, that he may not want them when he is a hundred. Too much devotion leads to fanaticism too much philosophy to irreligion. THE prejudices of youth pass away with it: those of old age last only because there is no other age to be hoped for. WE mount to fortune by several steps; but require only one step to come down. I KNOW no real worth but that tranquil firmness which seeks dangers by duty, and braves them without rashness. GREAT talkers resemble those musicians, who, in their airs, prefer noise to harmony. RICHES would be little esteemed if they did not furnish vanity with the pleasure of having what others have not. To be in a passion is to punish one's self for the faults and impertinencies of another. WOMEN are like books, malice and envy will easily lead you to a detection of their faults; but their beauties good judgment only can discover, and good nature relish THE MINSTREL, FOR THE POLYANTHOS, EXTRACT FROM "THE DIVINE," PRIDE of his flock and pride of all the good, From the rich pages of the inspired pen, Which mock all human rhetorick to scorn, The classick christian breathes the chaste dis course; With temperate zeal the wandering sinner warns ; Sustains the pious with the promis'd grace; Confirms the doubting; wakens the secure; Mr. Editor, FOR THE POLYANTHÓS. your introductory address you engaged to patronize the effusions of modest and retired worth. The following elegant Lines were written in a blank leaf of Mrs. Bryan's Astronomy; and are the earliest essay of a young lady, who may perhaps blush to find one of those many productions, with which she de lights a circle of admiring friends, thus unexpectedly exposed to the publick eye. By science aided, BRYAN's pen displayed S. To my astonish'd view those wondrous scenes; Even in the moral world its power we own, FOR THE POLYANTHOS. THE EVERGREEN, KEENLY blew the wintry gale, No verdant leaf then grac'd the bough, Save where, amidst the drifted snow, Two verdant sprigs Cesario tears: Briar-Hill, 1806. our FOR THE POLY ANTHOS. The following Song was extremely popular in the days of Shakespeare; and although some of "aunciente" Bachelors may not find it to their taste, yet it contains much sensible and moral reflection; and the lovers of the drama will read, with delight, the entire song, an extract from which is sung by the grave-digger, while preparing the grave of Ophelia. THE AGED LOVER RENOUNCETH LOVE. In youth that I thought swete, My lustes they do me leave, My fancies all are fled, And tract of time begynnes to weave |