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life soul that is bereft of its long cherish
ed and life-giving sun. To her the lumin-
airy of her early days has set and a dark
ness that, in sad reality, may be felt, is the
portion of her cup"


THE Two RosEs.-Being with my
friend in garden, we gathered each rose
He handled his tenderly, smelt oft but sell
dom and sparngly | always kept mine to
my nose, or squeezed it in my hand, where
| by in a very short time it lost both its CO.
Ior and sweetness, but his still remained as
sweet and fragrant as if it had been growing
on its own root. The roses, said |, are the
true emblems of the best and sweetest en-
joyments in the world, which being mod
e1ately and cautiously used and enjoyed,
may for a long time yield sweetness to the
possessor of them; but if once the affections
seize too greedily upon them, and squeeze
them too hard, they quickly wither in our
hands and we lose the comfort of them. 1t Is
point of excellent wisdom to keep the gol-
den bride OF moderation upon the affec-
tons,


When first we throw ourselves forth, and
meet burs and brlars on every side, which
stick IN our very hearts, and tempting fruits
which turn to bitter ashes in the taste.
then we exclaim, with impatience, all things
are evil. But at length comes the calm
hour, when they who look beyond the
superfices of things begin to discern their
true bearing, when the perception of evils
or sorrow, or sin, brings also the perception
Of some opposite good, which awakens our
indulgence or the knowledge of the cause
which excites our pity.


THE LIFE OF THE MIND-There are
two lives to each of US, gliding on at the
same time, scarcely connected with each
other the life of our actions-the life ofour
minds the external and the inward history:
the movements of the frame--the deep and
ever restless workings OF the heart! They
who have loved know that there is diary
of the affections, which we might keep for
years without having occasion even to touch
upon the exterior surface of life, our busy
occupations-th mechanical progress of
our existence, yet by the last we are Judged
the first is never known.