Devotion was her work, and thence fhe drew Not the gay fplendors of a flatt'ring court; Safe on her welfare all my pleafures hung, She was my guide, my friend, my earthly all ; But peace, my forrows, nor with murmuring voice A common occurrence moralized. AS Theophron, one evening was fitting folitary by the fire, which was funk low, and glimmering in afhes, he mufed on the forrows that furround human nature, and befet the fpirits that dwell in flesh. By chance he caft his eyes on a worm which was lodged on the fafer end of a fhort fire brand: It feemed very uneafy at its warm ftation, writhing and ftretching itself every way for relief. He watched the creeping creature in all its motions. " I saw it (said he, when he told this incident to Phiemus) reach forward, and there it met the living coal; backward, and on each fide, and then it touched the burning embers. Still ftarting from the prefent torment, it retreated and fhrunk away from every place where it had juft before fought a refuge, and ftill met with new difquietude and pain. "At Jaft I obferved (faid he) that having turned on all fides in vain, it lifted its head upward, and raised its length as high as poffible in the air, where it found nothing to annoy it; but the chief part of the body ftill lay prone on the wood; its lower or worfer half hung heavy on the aspiring animal, and forbid its afcent. How happy would the worm have been, could it then have put on wings and became a flying infect! "Such (fays he) is the cafe of every holy foul on earth; it is out of its proper element like the worm lodged among hot embers. The uneafy fpirit is fometimes ready to ftretch its powers, its defires and wishes on every fide, to find rest and happiness among fenfible good; but these things inftead of fatisfying its nobler appetites, rather give fome new pain, variety of vexation, and everlafting difappointment. The foul finding every experiment vain, retires and fhrinks backward from all mortal objects, and being touched with divine influence, it raifes itself up towards heaven to feck its God; but the flesh, the body, the meaner or worfer half of the man, hangs heavy, and drags it down again, that it cannot ascend thither, where rest and ease are only to be found. "What should fuch a foul do now, but pant and long hourly for a flight to the upper world, and breathe after the moment of its release ?What would be more joyful to fuch a fpirit, than the divine and almighty fummons to depart from flesh? O bleffed voice from heaven, that fhall fay to it, "Come up hither ;" and in the fame inftant fhall break off all its fetters, give it wings of an angel, and inspire it with double zeal to afcend!" Death and Judgment. i. YE virgin fouls arife, With all the dead awake; Oil in your veffels take; 2. He comes, he comes to call, The nations to his bar, And takes to glory all Who meet for glory are: Make ready for your free reward; 3. Go meet him in the fky, With all his faints ascend: grace, To fee, without a veil, his face. 4. Then let us wait to hear, The trumpet's welcome found; Watching may we be found! The wearisome Weeks of Sickness. BY DR. WATTS. THUS pafs my days away. The cheerful fun ·Rolls round and gilds the world with lightsome beams, Alas, in vain to me; cut off alike From the bless'd labours, and the joys off life: When will the day-light come? Make hafte ye mornings. Ye evening fhadows hafte; wear out these days, These tedious rounds of fickness, and conclude The weary week forever.— Then the fweet day of facred rest returns, Sweet day of reft, devote to God and Heaven And heavenly bufinefs, purpofes divine. Angelic work; but not to me returns Reft with the day: Ten thousand hurrying thoughts Bear me away tumultuous far from heaven, From things celeftial, and confine my fenfe From God and heaven, and angels' blessed work, |