11. In by-gone days, the costly fumes 12. How often in the chapel, too, The fresh-thrown reeds would lie; While the tears and smiles of a bridal band 13. And they were there, when sorrow deep Of young, and bright, and beautiful, PRIDE. 1. THERE is a species of pride to be rejoiced in. It is, in fact, that first of social virtues, honesty-a quality as superior to the honor which shoots a friend, and does not pay a debt, as day is to night. This species of pride causes its possessor to conform strictly to his or her means. 2. It would live in a hut, clothe itself in the coarsest raiment, and eat the bread of the hardest labor, rather than betray its obligations. It disdains the acted falsehood of "keeping up appearances." 3. It would not "live beyond the means," let people say what they would, and does not pamper itself with that which in truth belongs to others. This is the honest pride which all should have, which is inculcated by education, but is not quite so often practised as it might be. 4. This is the true pride; not that morbid, querulous, unhappy feeling, always on thorns for fear its pretensions may not be acknowledged, and in dread that its claims to "gentility" may not be admitted, -fussy, anxious, restless, and full of tormentsuspicious, too, even in its brightest hour, that some one may laugh at its apishness. 5. It is rather that self-poised, firm, and contented spirit, which can endure its true position without quailing, and prefers the approbation of its own heart to the applause of the whole world—that genuine pride which develops the best part of nature, renders us wiser, happier, and which is ashamed of nothing but folly, vice, or crime. 6. Who would not thus be proud-ay, prouder in the meanest raiment and in the humblest dwelling, than in perfumed luxury, when obtained by the sacrifices of conscience? 7. Proper pride is neither jealous, nor envious, nor complaining. It is cheerful, open, and candid, always; and by this aspect, may you know it ever. 8. False pride is full of gloom and dissatisfaction; exacting, uneasy, spiteful, wretched; so that if your pride conflicts with your peace, be sure that an enemy has crept into the citadel, to deceive and betray. 9. It is false pride in some one of its multitude of disguises. No healthy mind can entertain such an inmate, without the rapid destruction of its soundness; while, on the contrary, a true pride contributes to the strength both of mind and body. MY NATIVE LAND. LAND of the forest and the rock, Of dark-blue lake and mighty river, O, never may a son of thine, As one of those which may not die, With visions pure, and strong, and high; Like spectres changed to beings warm, The starlike crown of glory shine, THE TWO ROSES. 1. BEING with my friend, in a garden, we gathered each of us a rose. He handled his tenderly, smelt of it but seldom and sparingly. I always kept mine to my nose, or squeezed it in my hands, whereby, in a very short time, it lost both its color and sweetness. But his still remained as sweet and fragrant, as if it had been growing upon its own root. 2. "These roses," said I, " are the true emblems of the best and sweetest temporal enjoyments in the world; which, being moderately and cautiously used and enjoyed, may for a long time yield sweetness to the possessor of them. 3. "But if once the affections seize too greedily upon them, or too harshly, they quickly wither in our hands, and we lose the comfort of them, either through the soul's surfeiting upon them, or the Lord's righteous and just removal of them, because of the excess of our affection for them." 4. It is a point of excellent wisdom, to keep the golden bridle of moderation upon all the affections, we exercise on earthly things, and never to let slip the reins of the affections, unless when they move towards God, in the love of whom there is no danger of excess. THE REINDEER AND THE MOSS. 1. THE docile, swift reindeer! O, when I was a child, I loved all strange, fantastic tales, 2. I read about the "Hundred Nights," That tell of genii, sprites, and dwarfs, 3. I read of Eastern gardens, 4. I read of Robin Crusoe; Ah! how I loved that book! 5. I read of voyages without end; And fairy tales and story books - 6. But I remember, more than all, 7. I remember, in my earliest home, And high upon its many shelves, 8. Some piles of dark old books there were, 9. And there I found old Æsop, And cookery books of ancient dates, 10. These I just peeped at, and put back, Deep into that small mine of wealth, 11. Soon, with some daring tugs, I brought 12. The binding was antique and worn, And yet the treasure won from me |