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MIND YOUR BUSINESS." This is an excellent exhortation, which in the days of yore, we used to see stamped upon some of the oldfashioned Rhode Island coin.-" Mind your Business." There was more real value to our fathers in these three words, than there was in the coppers on which they stood imprinted; more value, because they not only admonished the holder to go to work honestly to obtain more of them, but they were calculated to promote his health as they increased his industry, and 10 make him respectful as they kept him out of other people's business. Reader ! let these words, as the saying is, "stare you full in the face," whenever you sally out into the idler's list, or whenever you are on the point of inquiring into the concerns or meddling with the business of others in which you have no interest; and, our word for it, yourself will be the gainer.
Every man will have his own criterion in forming his judgment of others. I depend very much on the effect of affliction. I consider how a man comes out of the furnace: gold will lie for a month in the furnace without losing a grain. And, while under trial, a child has a habit of turning to his father; he is not like a penitent who has been whipped into this state: it is natural to him. It is dark, and the child has no where to run, but to his father.
When Ramsay was one day complimenting Newton on the new lights which he had ihrown upon science, he made the following splendid answer:
"Alas? I am only like a child picking up pebbles on the great ocean of truth.”
If you have a friend whom you esteem and wish to retain, resent not too quickly truths which may have been imparted in moments of confidence, perhaps for your own benefit. Those who are unreserved and candid in their communications are more valuable as
friends, than such as have the gift of suiting their faces to all occasions. Those who would give advice should first carefully ascertain whether they are qualified to do so; and next, whether it will be acceptable; else, what they may mean as a kindness, may be interpreted as impertinence.
THE CHRISTIAN AND THE WORLDLING. This life to the worldling is one continued dreama fairy land in which his senses are bewildered, and an ignis fatuus which leads on the miserable wanderer in the pursuit of what he never attains till death breaks the enchantment, and the wretched victim of his own follies is awakened to inconceivable wo.
But if life is a dream to others, it is not so to the Christian. It is with him the morning of eternity; he wakes and watches, while those around him sleep, and enjoys all the blissful realities of certain existence. The dayspring from on high diffuses its light through his soul, while many of his fellow travellers are enveloped in darkness. With him, time loses its fleetness, the world its follies, and the grave its terrors. He stands upon a point, from whence he perceives all perishing around him; but though the earth should recede from his footsteps; even though the everlasting mountains may tremble, and the perpetual hills may bow, yet he, in exulting adoration, stands fast: the immutable promises of Jehovah are his sure foundation, and the atoning blood of Christ his certain refuge. Life is with him the glimmering twilight, chequered with clouds indeed, but irradiated with a ray of light divine, which at death dawns into everlasting day.
Soon will my soul throw off this mortal covering like the bird stretching its wings for flight, to seek a milder region; when death's cold wintry blast shall lay this body low, my soul shall soar on high to happie climes where are no changes, where winter never enters but a perpetual verdure crowns the year, and spring fa ever reigns.
For the Monthly Repository, and Library of Entertaining Keowledge, ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY, SOON AFTER HER MOTHER,
Whisperd that parting soul
Which spread its wing so free
“My first-born !--Come with me?"
The blessed cal obey,
A mother's loss to pay?
And promise was thy own,
Around thy form was thrown,
Allurd thy trusting eye,
The welcome of the sky.
(From the Token for 1832,-hy Grenville Mellen.)
“And in thy silence was his sentence."
Joy! that a flame in noble hearts is left,
Holy retreat of the unspotted soul!
There is no noise of mirth within thy halls,
A thousand spirits there may melt to song,
There is no sound of mourning in thy halls,
Oppressive Silence! where one feels alone,
God has sealed up all lips-all lips are still-
Peace is the watchword on this hallowed groundReligion speaks in silent eloquence around !
O God! thy dispensation none can tell,
In thy blue home, Thou unapproached and highOne, and alone, in thy unchanging majesty!
Yet These shall turn impassioned to the sky, In deep though voiceless praise around thy throne, That they can grasp creation with the eye, And read the lines ihat teach them 'tis thine own! Well may ye glory in so proud a shrine, Whose virtues almost make humanity divine!
In unalloyed and stainless light,
That gilds the dusky brow of night.
Your mystic course hath ever been,
Upon the dim abodes of men.
Give token of their sure decay-
Around the beautiful and gay.
Is numbered soon with visions past-
Lays down its verdant head at last.
As pure as at creation's dawn,
Your anthem hailed the rising inorn!
The chance and change of human ill
Affect ye not-nor stain of crime;
Unsullied by the wing of time.
Beyond its scenes of care and strife,
The foretaste of a happier life;
Hath power like yonder starry sky
And lift the chainless thouyht on high.
SUNSET THOUGHTS. How beautiful the setting sun reposes o’er the wave! Like virtue, life's drear warfare done, descending to the grave; Yet smiling with a brow of love, benignant, pure, and kind, And blessing, ere she soars above the realms she leaves behind.
The cloudlets, edged with crimson light, veil o'er the blue serene,