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6 Early cultivate Virtue's rich seeds;
These will fruits in life's winter display : Ne'er defer till to-morrow good deeds,
That as well might be finish'd to-day. For Age and Experience can tell,
And you'll find, when you grow an old man, Tho’its never too late to do well,
You will wish you had sooner began.
THE OLD MAN'S WISH.
ALTERED FROM DR. WALTER POPE.
If I live to grow old, for I find I go down, May I live in some village or small country town, May I have a warm house, and may ever my
door Be open
alike to the rich and the poor : May I govern my passions with absolute
sway, Grow wiser and better as strength wears
away, And die, if ?t please Heav'n, by a gentle
2 Near a thick shady grove, and a murmuring
brook, With the ocean at distance whereon I may look; With a spacious green plain, without hedge,
ditch, or stile, And an easy pad-nag to ride out for awhile. May I govern, &c.
3 With my Bible, in which may I ev'ry day read, Some author who's sound in his practice and
creed, With Cowper, Young, Milton, and two or
three more Of the best wits who liv'd in the ages before ; May I govern, &c.
4 With mutton prefer'd e'en to ven’son or teal, And clean tho coarse linen at every meal, With a glass, if my health shall require it, of
To drink Church and King whensoever I dine: May I govern, &c.
5 With courage, tho' humble, to meet my last
day,– And when in the grave may the rich and poor
“ In the morn of his life to his evening's last
close His God he still fear'd, and, we trust, meets
repose : For he govern'd his passions with absolute
sway, Grew wiser and better as strength wore away, And died trusting to live in a yet brighter day".
XIII. THE OLD MAN’S COMFORTS,
AND HOW HE GAINED THEM.
BY ROBERT SOUTHEY.
1 “ You are old father William," the young
man cried, 66 The few locks that are left you are gray: You are hale, father William, a hearty old man: Now tell me the reason, I pray.”
2 “ In the days of my youth,” father William
replied, " I remember'd that youth would fly fast, And abus'd not my health and my vigour at first,
That I never might need them at last.”
3 “ You are old, father William,” the young
man cried, « And pleasures with youth pass away, And yet you lament not the days that are gone : Now tell me the reaso
ason, I pray.”
4 “In the days of my youth,” father William
replied, “ I remember'd that youth could not last ; I thought of the future whatever I did, That I never might grieve for the past.”
5 “ You are old, father William," the young
man cried, « And life must be hast'ning away ; You are cheerful, and love to converse upon
death : Now tell me the reason, I pray.”
6 “I am cheerful, young man,” father William
replied, “ Let the cause thy attention engage : In the days of my youth I remember'd my
THE AFFECTIONATE HEART.
BY JOSEPH COTTLE.
Pomp and splendour for ever attend,
I ask the affectionate friend.
His footstep from wisdom depart;
If he own the affectionate heart.
Without thee, unfriended we rove;
And thy voice is the voice of the dove.
And the storms of mortality's state;
But the joys that on sympathy wait ?