moving prejudices; promoting piety, justice, charity, peace, and harmony; and crowding into the narrow compass of his ministry more acts of mercy and compassion, than the longest life of the most benevolent man upon earth ever yet produced. Over his own passions he had obtained the most complete command: and though his patience was continually put to the severest trials, yet he was never overcome, never betrayed into any intemperance or excess in word or deed; "never once spake unadvisedly with his lips." He endured the cruelest insults from his enemies, with the utmost composure, meckness, patience, and resignation; displayed astonishing fortitude under a most painful and ignominious death; and to crown all, in the very midst of his torments on the cross, implored forgiveness for his murderers, in that divinely charitable prayer, "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do."

Nor was his wisdom inferior to his virtues. The doctrines he taught were the most sublime, and the most important, that were ever before delivered to mankind; and every way worthy of that God, from whom he professed to derive them, and whose son he declared himself to be.

His precepts inculcated the purest and most perfect morality his discourses were full of dignity and wisdom, yet intelligible and clear; his parables conveyed instruction in the most pleasing, familiar, and impressive manner; and his answers to the many insidious questions that were put to him, showed uncommon quickness of conception, soundness of judgment, and presence of mind; completely baffled all the artifices and malice of his enemies; and enabled him to elude

all the snares that were laid for him.-From this short and imperfect sketch of our Saviour's character, it is evident that he was, beyond comparison, the wisest and most virtuous person that ever appeared in the world.

BEILBY, BISHOP OF LONDON.

PART II.

PIECES IN POETRY.

CHAPTER I.

SELECT SENTENCES AND PARAGRAPHS.

SECTION I.

Improvement of Time.

DEFER not till to-morrow to be wise;
To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise.

Moral Culture.

If good we plant not, vice will fill the place; And rankest weeds the richest soils deface. The Noblest Art.

Indulge the true ambition to excel

In that best art-the art of living well.
Life a state of Trial.

In its true light this transient life regard:
This is a state of trial, not reward.

Happiness Domestic.

For genuine happiness we need not roam; "Tis doubtless found with little, and at home. Virtue and Vice Progressive.

The human heart ne'er knows a state of rest; Bad leads to worse, and better tends to best.

Humility.

Be humble, learn thyself to scan ;

Know, pride was never made for mar.

Contentment is Happiness.

Could wealth our happiness augment,
What can she give beyond content?
Virtue altogether Lovely.

Virtue is amiable, mild, serene;

Without all beauty; and all peace within.
Self-Partiality.

The faults of our neighbours with freedom we blame,
But tax not ourselves tho' we practise the same.
Candour and Forgiveness.

How noble 'tis to own a fault!

How gen'rous and divine to forgive it!
Troubles from ourselves.

"Tis to ourselves, indeed, we chiefly owe
The multitude of poignant griefs we feel

Resignation.

Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st,
Live well; how long or short permit to heav'n.

SECTION II.

Integrity.

THE man of pure and simple heart,

Through life disdains a double part.
He never needs the screen of lies
His inward bosom to disguise.

Best Use of Riches.
When wealth to virtuous hands is giv'n,
It blesses like the dews of Heav'n:
Like Heav'n it hears the orphan's cries;
And wipes the tears from widows' eyes.

Choice of Friends.

Who friendship with a knave has made,
Is judg'd a partner in the trade.

"Tis thus, that on the choice of friends

Our good or evil name depends.

Christian Morality.

"Tis our part,

As Christians, to forget the wrongs we feel;
To pardon trespasses: our very foes
To love and cherish; to do good to all;
Live peaceably; and be, in all our acts,
Wise as the serpent, gentle as the dove.
Hope in Affliction.

Shall we pine,

And be dishearten'd with a day of grief,
When the same hand that brought affliction on',
Retains its pow'r, and can, with equal ease,

Remove it?

Folly of Eney.
Can you discern another's mind?
Why is't you envy? Envy's blind.
Tell Envy, when she would annoy,
That thousands want what you enjoy.

The Wish.

I sigh not for beauty, nor languish for wealth;
But grant me, kind Providence! virtue and health:
Then, richer than kings, and more happy than they,
My days shall pass sweetly and swiftly away.

Censoriousness reproved.

In other men we faults can spy,

And blame the mote that dims their eye;

Each little speck and blemish find,

To our own stronger errors blind.