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Two little naughty boys one night
Resolved to steal the fruit,
In their most vile pursuit.
But on the other side a pit
Of mire and mud they found,
These naughty boys were drown'd.
Attend, my little child, so dear,
To what I now shall say-
If thou my words obey :
Thy life will happy be;
Destruction waits on thee.
'Tis the voice of the sluggard, I heard him complain, “You have wak'd me too soon, I must slumber again." As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed, Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and bis heavy head.
“A little more sleep, and a little more slumber;", Thus he wastes half his days, and his hours without
And when he gets up, he sits folding his hands,
I pass’d by his garden, and saw the wild brier,
I made him a visit, still hoping to find
Said I then to my heart, here's a lesson for me,
VALUE OF TIME.
Oh! while this clock attracts thy sight,
Thy reason let it warn;
That never must return.
If idly lost, 10 art or care
The blessing can restore ;
For erry ill-spent hour,
Short is our longest day of life,
And soon its wishes end;
Eternal years depend.
Yet equal to our gaining good
The time to virtue's given,
Secures a place in Heaven.
LINES BY DR. DODDRIDGE.
Live while you live, the Epicure will say,
SOLEMN THOUGHTS ON THE CREATOR AND
THERE is a God that reigns above
Lord of the Heav'ns, and Earth, and Seas, I fear his wrath, I ask his love,
And with my lips, I'll sing his praise.
There is a law which he has writ,
To teach us all what we must do :My soul to his commands submit,
For they are holy, just, and true.
There is a gospel of rich grace,
Whence sinners all their comforts draw; Lord, I repent, and seek thy face,
For often do I break thy law.
There is an hour when I must die,
Nor do I know how soon 'twill come; A thousand children, young as I,
Are callid by death to hear their doom.
Let me improve the hours I have,
Before the day of grace is fled;
Nor pardon offer'd to the dead.
3 So man departs to Heav'n or hell,
Fix'd in the state wherein he dies,
IMPROVEMENT OF TIME.
SLEEP by night, and cares by day,
Shining Preacher! happy morning,
A FATHER'S ADVICE TO HIS DAUGHTER.
Wherein all young persons, especially those of the
Female Sex, are directed how they may obtain the greatest beauty, and adorn themselves with an holy conversation.
DEAR child, these words wbich briefly I declaro