Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompence as largely send :
He gave to Misery all he had, a tear,

He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wished), a friend.

No farther seek his merits to disclose,

Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.

GRAY.

THE BETTER LAND.

"I HEAR thee speak of the better land: Thou callest its children a happy band; Mother! oh where is that radiant shore ?Shall we not seek it, and weep no more? Is it where the flower of the orange blows, And the fire-flies dance through the myrtle boughs ?" "Not there, not there, my child !"