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His fav’rite Spaniel near him stood,
And snor'd the rising fumes away.
And humbly crav'd a servant's share.
And straight the fatt’ning morsel threw. 3. Enrag'd, the snarling cur awoke,
And thus with spiteful envy spoke :
They only claim a right to eat,
For man the wounded bird to save.
From prowling wolves his fleecy sheep
For this his hand the food bestows.
A warmer friendship to his heart,
?” 6.“ I own,” with meekness, Puss replied, Superior merit on your
Contribute to the good of man.
Who drives the vermin from the house?
• Thy words are just,” the Farmer cried,
The Wheat and the Weeds. 1. 'Twas in a pleasant month of spring,
When flow'rets bloom and warblers sing:
Clad in one robe of modest green.
That knew to eat not raise their bread,
What fancy led to, pluck'd and prais’d.
That gently bows its blushing head :
That the best choice is surely mine."
With cluster'd leaves of burnish'd gold,
5. A Farmer chanc'd behind the gate
To overhear the youth's debate ;
He strove to teach them better things. 6." My lads,” he said, now understand,
These are but weeds that spoil our land ;
Economy the source of charity.
Soon learn'd humanity.- My parents died-
He led the fatherless. 2.
It was the seat
" That every seed, well sown on earth,
Each well-meant toil rewarded." 3.
Once perchance, I found him busied near a murm'ring rill : To various little streams he turn'd its source, Where wand’ring devious thro' his neat dress'd grounds, It cheer'd the green copse, fill'd the earing corn ;
Then trickled gently through the perfum'd grove. 4.“ Mark well, my child," he said ; * this little stream
Shall teach thee Charity It is a source
I never knew to fail ; directed thus
Cheer all that droop.”5.
The good man did not err; The milk of human kindness warm’d my breast ; Young as I was, I felt for others' woes, And when I could, reliev'd them.--Yet I was young, And, having lavish'd all my infant store In gewgaw toys, and childish fooleries, I do remember well, a vet'ran old, Maim'd and disfigur'd by the hand of war,
Implor'd my charity.6.
I felt, alas! His various wants-sore, sick, and wan he seem'd : My little heart bled at each wound he show'd. Alas! alas! replied my infant thoughts, And shall want cloud the evening of his days Whose noon of life was toil !--And then I wept. It was the first time that I e'er knew want ; I was indeed a bankrupt.
Edgar came. I wept, but spoke not ; for my heart was full. " What wilt thou give, my boy?”—Fearing a lie, I sobb’d out truth most sadly. Edgar felt ; Pardon'd my folly; (for he lov'd my tears;-) And gave
what sooth'd the poor man's misery. But, in our ev’ning walk, behold! the stream
Was dry. I ask'd the cause.-8.
“Mark me, my child ! This rill, I told thee oft, thro' all thy life, Should teach thee Charity.--Now let it teach-If yet thou hast to learn, that the bless'd source of lib'ral deeds, is wise economy. This morn, like thee, I drew the stream too fast: Now,---when the parch'd glebe wants its wat'ry aid, The source is all exhausted."
Rises to heaven, and soars, and sings ;
And shames the silent tongue of man. 2. When the declining orb of light
Reminds him of approaching night,
And as he sings, he sinks to rest.
And we be deaf to what they preach ?-
And with your God begin the morn. 4. To him your grateful tribute pay,
Through every period of the day.
The advantages of early religion. 1. Happy the child, whose tender years
Receive instruction well;
The road that leads to hell.
"Tis pleasing in his eyes : A flower that's offer'd in the bud,
Is no vain sacrifice. 3. 'Tis easy work, if we begin
To fear the Lord betimes;