A contemplation on viewing the banks of Bran


wine.
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What scene for contemplation how
noble how magnificent to view to behold
from the tops OF craggy mountains the beau-
tiful prospects which surround: to see thy
streams, . Brandy wine, flowing beneath my
feet thy fields, thy meadows all subservient
to nv view.--With what pleasure do | be-
hold yon little cot that stands at the foot Of
a neighbouring hill, which appears to be the
abode of cheerfulness and serenity.


. Lavinia! why wilt thou look into the
bosom Of the world for happiness? it is not
contained in any of its gilded allurements
Were it in thy power to attain the zenith
of worldly grandeur, thou woultst not be in
possession of happiness and contentn,ent.-
True happiness is not to be found in the
pleasures of the ball room, i'll the honours of
the court, nor in the glttering splendor of
the palace. Nc; Lavinia, tits far removed
from thence The fewer cur wants, the
more simple our manners, the more inno-
cent our lives the more we possess of this in
estimabie pearl. For contentmcnt and hap
pness are the genuine offspring of innocence
and love; that love which can embrace the
whole bulk of mankind, and acknowledge
them the endeared children Of one universal