THE MUSE.

i Frop. Blackaoaea's .Hagaxiae.
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From. Blackaooed's .HagaStae.l

 FOLLY. There is folly in all the world, Or go we east or west, folly that yexes tine old,

 And keeps the young from rest. The miser has folly enough,

 For his soul is in s0rdId bags, And the speudthrift's s foiiy. alas Brings him 10 sin and rags. There is folly in the statesmen's schemes, For, spite of their plotting and Wit, There's wiser hand above

 That leads them with bridle and bit. There's folly in power and pride, That makes full many to fall, There's folly in maiden's love, But that IS the sweetest of all. But of all the folies, the worst For 1t stings with constant smart, The scorpion of the mind

 Is that of thankIess heart. For the thankiess heart is cursed, And with blessings encompass sr'evesi For it cannot rejoice with the hand That gives nor yet receives. To be thankful makes better the good: And if Heaven should send us Ill, Thsre is Kindness III him that gyes- So let us be thankful still. Olet us be thankful in youth, And let us be thankfu in age And let us be thankful through life, For there's pleasure iii every stage. Youth has it's own sweet joys,

 And he must be blind as pat, Who cannot see loves sweet smile, And will not be thank ful for that. There are friends the dearest to cheer, Ere half our sand IS run- And affection makes wintFy days As bright as the summer sim. And when from the dearest on earth We part let us hope lis given 4 boon to he thank'd for stlll-- To meet them again in heaven.