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LIFE. * [The following exquisite piece is from the pen of Francis Beaumont, the coadjutor of Fletcher in the composition of dramas, second only in our language to those of Shakspear. Beaumont was no mean star in that bright galaxy of talent which o'erarched the Elizabethan court. These Lines derive an additional and mournful significancy from the fact, that the gifted author's “star was shot,” before he attained the age of thirty.]
LIKE to the falling of a star,
E'en such is man, whose borrowed light
EARLY TO BED AND EARLY TO RISE.
“ EARLY to bed and early to rise;"
Aye, note it down in your brain,
And uproots the weeds of pain.
Who sigh for a softer bower,
And make use of the early hour.
By delaying its work till to-morrow;
Long years of bootless sorrow.
• These Lines, which have been parodied more frequently perhaps than any others in our language, will no doubt be familiar to most of our readers. We have ourselves seen some dozen versions of the poem, ascribed to as many different authors; but we have much pleasure in reprinting the above lines, as our correspondent refers them without doubt to their legitimate source; and it is well at once to cry " Stop Thief" to all imitators and plagiarists. Ed.
And ye, who win the lasting wealth
Of content and peaceful power;
Must begin at the early hour.
of the lark,
Put out the stars of the dark.
And the richest breath of the flower;
Go forth at the early hour.
When we start through morning's gate,
And weave out the threads of fate!
And man holdeth the conqueror's power,
By the help of the early hour!*
have time to pray ;
Seek blessings for all the day.
In healthful, joyous glee,
And it may be so with THEE !
Arose ere yet it was day;
He ascends the Mount to pray. * The preceding verses, we owe to one of the most popular authoresses of our day-Eliza Cook. To the editress of the “ Mothers' Friend," a Magazine well deserving the title, published by Mr. B. L. Green, we are indebted for those which follow, and which are thus modestly prefaced in the work referred to. "We do exceedingly like these lines, and advise mothers to teach them to their children, and enter into the spirit of them themselves, but we must be allowed to add a little to them."-ED.
That you may
Ere the wings of light had chased the night,
He pleads with the God of love, And now as a victor, with zeal and might,
He continues his work above. And can a mother prolong her rest
While the early hour glides by,
With an enemy ever nigh;
Who arose ere yet 'twas day?
To sleep when she ought to pray!
" LET HIM ALONE."
(Hosea iv. 17.)
heart, to evil prone,
When I to myself am left,
Then I tremble at my lot:
THE CHILD AND THE STAR.
SHE had been told that God made all the stars
N. P. Willis.