Let then thy tearful heart be strong
However dark, however long,
Thy Pilgrimage appears;
Thy every want shall be supplied;
In every strait, a heavenly guide,
Although unseen, is near.

He is the lion, and the dove;
His arm is power, his voice is love!
Thy strength and peace derive
From Him who puts thy foes to flight;
And still preserves thee, day and night-
Preserves thy soul alive:

He to the river says "be dry"

The stream divides, the waters fly,
And leave a passage free;
The mountain sinks into a plain
All that opposes Him, is vain!
And He hath chosen Thee,

Not by thy wisdom, nor thy might,
But by His Spirit in the fight,
Thy arm shall overcome;

In triumph reach the promised land,
Weak as thou art for his right hand,
Shall bring thee safely Home,

Then shalt thou in His presence rest,
Shalt hear His voice pronounce thee "blessed”.
From Him receive the crown:
Sorrow and sighing fled away,
Thy sun, in that bright, glorious day,
Shall not again go down.

Far more than conqueror, at last;
Thy trouble and thy warfare past
Shall never come to mind;
Thou shalt rejoice, O child of Grace!
And in the vision of His face
Thy recompense shalt find,

O Thou! the Christian Pilgrim's Lord,
His portion and his high reward,

Thou great supreme I AM!

Lo, cheered by Thee, our songs we bring,
And through the long night-season, sing
"Salvation to the Lamb!"

ANONYMOUS.

Franklin b. 1706); d. 1790.

Franklin is dead! The Genius who freed America, and poured a copious stream of knowledge throughout Europe, is returned into the bosom of the Divinity.

Antiquity would have raised Altars to that vast and mighty Genius, who, for the advantage of Human-kind, embracing Earth and Heaven in his ideas, could tame the rage of Thunder and of Despotism. France, enlightened and free, owes at least some testimony of remembrance and regret to one of the greatest men who ever served the cause of Philosophy and of Liberty.

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MIRABEAU.

Advice to a Young Tradesman;

Written anno 1748, by

Doctor Benjamin Franklin.

To my Friend, A. B.

As you have desired it of me, I write the following Hints, which have been of service to me, and may, if observed, be so to you.

Remember that Time is Money. He that can earn Ten shillings a-day by his labor, and goes abroad, or sits idle one half of that day, though he spend but Sixpence during his diversion or idleness, ought not to reckon that the only expense; he has really spent, or rather thrown away, Five shillings besides.

Remember that Credit is Money." If a man lets his money lie in my hands after it is due, he gives me the interest, or so much as I can make of it during that time. This amounts to a considerable sum where a man has good and large credit, and makes good use of it.

Remember that Money is of a prolific generating nature. Money can beget Money; and its offspring can beget more; and so on. Five Shillings turned, is Six; turned again, it is Seven and Threepence; and so on, till it becomes a Hundred Pounds. The more there is of it, the more it produces every turning, so that the profits rise quicker and quicker. He that kills a breeding Sow, destroys all her offspring to the thousandth generation. He that murders a Crown, destroys all that it might have produced even scores of Pounds.

Remember that Six Pounds a-year is but a Groat a-day. For this little sum, (which may be daily wasted either in time or expense, unperceived) a man of Credit may, on

his own security, have the constant possession and use of a Hundred Pounds. So much in stock, briskly turned by an industrious man, produces great advantage.

Remember this saying The good Paymaster is Lord of another man's Purse He that is known to pay punctually and exactly to the time he promises, may at any time, and on any occasion, raise all the Money his friends

can spare. This is sometimes of great use. After industry and frugality, nothing contributes more to the raising of a young man in the world, than punctuality and justice in all his dealings: therefore never keep borrowed money an hour beyond the time you promised, lest a disappointment shut up your friend's purse for ever.

The most trifling actions that affect a man's Credit, are to be regarded. The sound of your hammer at Five in the morning, or Nine at night, heard by a Creditor, makes him easy Six-months longer; but if he sees you at a Billiard-table, or hears your voice at a Tavern, when you should be at Work, he sends for his money the next day; demands it before he can receive it in a lump.

It shows, besides, that you are mindful of what you owe; it makes you appear a careful as well as an honest man, and that still increases your Credit.

Beware of thinking all is your own that you possess, and of living accordingly. It is a mistake that many people, who have Credit, fall into. To prevent this, keep an exact account, for some time, both of your Expenses and your Income. If you take the pains at first to mention particulars it will have this good effect you will discover how wonderfully small trifling expenses mount up to large sums, and will discern what might have been, and may for the future be saved, without occasioning any great inconvenience.

In short, the Way to Wealth, if you desire it, is as plain as the way to market. It depends chiefly on two words industry and frugality – that is, waste neither Time nor Money, but make the best use of both. Without industry and frugality nothing will do, and with them everything. He that gets all he can honestly, and saves all he gets (necessary expenses excepted) will certainly become Rich if that Being, who governs the world, to whom all should look for a blessing on their honest endeavours, doth not, in His wise providence, otherwise determine.

An Old Tradesman.

Thomson b. 1700; d. 1748.

It is said by Lord Lyttleton, in the Prologue to Thomson's posthumous play, that his Works contained

"No line which, dying, he could wish to blot."

Domestic Love.

O happy they! the happiest of their kind,
Whom gentler stars unite; and, in one fate,
Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend.
'Tis not the coarser tie of human laws,

Unnatural oft, and foreign to the mind,

..That binds their peace; but Harmony itself,

Attuning all their passions into Love;

Where friendship full exerts her softest power,

Perfect esteem, enlivened by desire

Ineffable, and sympathy of soul;

Thought meeting Thought, and Will preventing Will,
With boundless confidence: for naught but Love
Can answer Love, and render bliss secure.

Let him

ungenerous! who, alone intent
To bless Himself, from sordid parents buys
The loathing Virgin, in eternal care,
Well-merited, consume his nights and days:
Let barbarous nations, whose inhuman love
Is wild desire, fierce as the suns they feel;
Let eastern tyrants from the light of heaven
Seclude their bosom-slaves, meanly possessed
Of a mere lifeless, violated form;

While those whom Love cements in holy faith,
And equal transport, free as nature live,
Disdaining fear. What is the World to them,
Its pomp, its pleasures, and its nonsense all,
Who in each other clasp whatever fair
High fancy forms, and lavish hearts can wish?
Something than Beauty dearer, should they look
Or on the Mind, or mind-illumined-face
Truth, goodness, honor, harmony, and
The richest bounty of indulgent Heaven.
Mean time a smiling offspring rises round,
And mingles both their graces. By degrees,
The human blossom blows: and every day,
Soft as it rolls along, shows some new charm
The father's lustre, and the mother's bloom.
Then Infant reason grows apace, and calls

Love!

For the kind hand of an assiduous care.
Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,
To teach the young idea how to shoot,

То pour
the fresh instruction o'er the mind,
To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix
The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Oh speak the joy, ye whom the sudden tear
Surprises often, while you look around,
And nothing strikes your eye but sights of bliss!
All various nature pressing on the heart
An elegant sufficiency, content,

Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books,
Ease and alternate labor, useful life,
Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven!
These are the matchless joys of virtuous Love;
And thus their moments fly. The seasons, thus
As ceaseless round a jarring world they roll,
Still find them happy; and consenting Spring
Sheds her own rosy garland on their heads;
Till evening comes at last, serene and mild;
When, after the long vernal-day of life,
Enamored more, as more resemblance swells
With many a proof of recollected love,
Together down they sink in social sleep;
Together freed, their gentle spirits fly

To scenes where Love and Bliss immortal reign.

THOMSON.

Sir;

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On Taxing America.

The present Ministers, I acknowledge, are men of fair Characters, and such as I am happy to see engaged in his Majesty's service: but I cannot trust them with entire confidence. Confidence, Sir, is a plant of slow growth in an Aged bosom Youth is the season of credulity. By comparing events with each other, reasoning from effects to causes, methinks I plainly discover the traces of an over-ruling Influence. I have had the honor to serve the Crown; and could I have submitted to Influence, I might still have continued to serve; but I would not be responsible for Others. I have no local attachments. It is indifferent to me, whether a man was rocked in his cradle