Addison. - Sincerity,
Thou first of virtues! Let no mortal leave The onward path, altho' the earth should gape, And from the gulf of hell, Destruction cry, To take dissimulation's winding way.
Home.
A SPIRITLESS tranquillity may be obtained; but the mind of man, to improve must be agitated : and it is better occasionally to hear the dashing of the waves, than continually to inhale the pestilential effluvia of stagnant waters.
THE JOY OF GRIEF.
Sweet the hour of tribulation, When the heart can freely sigh;
And the tear of resignation
Twinkles in the mournful eye.
Have you felt a kind emotion,
Tremble through your troubled breast; Soft as evening o'er the ocean,
When she charms the waves to rest?
Have you lost a friend, a brother, Heard a father's parting breath;
Gazed upon a lifeless mother,
Till she seemed to wake from d
