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sufferings, but the absence of enjoyments, will always yield to the remedies of reason.

One of the great arts to escape superfluous uneasiness, is to free our minds from the habit of comparing our condition with that of others on whom the blessings of life are more bountifully bestowed, or with imaginary states of delight and security, perhaps unattainable by mortals. Few are placed in a situation so gloomy and distressful, as not to see every day beings more forlorn and miserable, from whom they may learn to rejoice at their own lot.

'No inconvenience is less superable by art or diligence than the inclemency of climates, and therefore none affords more proper exercise for this philosophical abstraction. A native of England, pinched with the frost of December, may lessen his affection for his own country, by suffering his imagination to wander in the vales of Asia, and sport among woods that are always green, and streams that always murmur; but, if he turns his thoughts toward the polar regions, and considers the nations to whom a great portion of the year is darkness, and who are condemned to pass weeks and months amid mountains of snow, he will soon recover his tranquillity; and, while he stirs his fire, or throws his cloak about him, reflect how much he owes to Providence, that he is not placed in Greenland or Siberia.'

These admirable observations not only illustrate the subject, but inculcate lessons, which, if attended to, will much conduce to diminish the pressure, of imaginary evils, and to improve and heighten the happiness we enjoy. Were we condemned to the dreary climes, and to the manner of life, of the natives of the arctic countries, we should deem it insupportable. How deplorable should we think our situations, if we saw nothing

before our eyes but stupendous mountains of ice and extensive wastes of snow; if the absence of the Sun, for entire months, rendered the cold more insupportable still; if, instead of our comfortable habitations, we had no other asylum than a gloomy cavern, or a skin-covered tent; if we had no other resource for our subsistence than a perilous activity in the chase; and if we were deprived of all the pleasures which the arts impart, and of all the sweets of society that exalt existence, and render life delightful! Let the consideration, then, of the unspeakable advantages which we enjoy in our temperate clime, and to which we are so inattentive, not only banish every repining thought, that we are not placed in still milder regions and still serener skies, but teach us to regard the Divine Being with increasing love and unceasing adoration. Most sincerely do we accord with the Danish Poet:

Oh! no where blooms so bright the summer rose,
As where youth cropt it from the valley's breast;
Oh! no where are the downs so soft as those

That pillowed infancy's unbroken rest.
In vain the partial sun on other vales

Pours lib'ral down a more exhaustless ray,
And vermeil fruits, that blush along their dales,
Mock the pale products of our scanty day.
In vain, far distant from the land we love,

The world's green breast soars higher to the sky;
Oh! what were heav'n itself, if lost above
Were the dear memory of departed joy?
Oh! what are Eloisa's bowers of cost,

Matched with the bush, where, hid in berries white, Mine arms around my infant love were crossed? What Jura's peak, to that upon whose height

I strove to grasp the moon; and where the flight Of my first thought was in my MAKER lost 1?

Poems from the Danish, translated by Mr. Walker,

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In the midst of those dreary scenes, which even our infant winter' may sometimes exhibit, let us rejoice in the enchanting prospect of that delightful season, which will so soon awaken all Nature, and diffuse warmth, and life, and happiness around.

Too delicate! reproach no more
The seasons of thy native shore:
There soon shall Spring descend the sky,
With smiling brow and placid eye:
A primrose wreath surrounds her hair;
Her green robe floats upon the air ;
And, scattered from her lib'ral hand,

Fair blossoms deck the trees, fair flowers adorn the.

land.

JOHN SCOTT.

No. VI.

REFLECTIONS ON THE EXISTENCE OF A
SUPREME BEING.

There's no philosophy without a God.
By steps directing our enraptured search
To Him, the First of Minds; the Chief, the Sole.

BLACKMORE.

AKENSIDE.

THE commencement of a new year' must naturally suggest to a wise man some reflections on the years which are now no more, and some anxiety concerning those which are yet to come. If his progress in knowledge and virtue has been in proportion to the opportunities of acquisition, a retrospect of the past must afford the most exquisite satisfaction; and, for the future, he can entertain no other anxiety, than that the years, which, as it

This paper was first printed in a Magazine, published on the 1st of January.

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were, have been habitually devoted to God, be not lost by the guilt or indiscretion of a moment; but that the same vigilance and circumspection by which he was so long enabled to repel temptation; and the same ardour in the pursuits of excellence, which had hitherto been productive of such happy effects; may, at last, conduct him to that blessed situation, which the Psalmist emphatically describes as his end: 'Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright; for the end of that man is peace.'

The firm conviction of a Supreme Being, who is the rewarder of them that diligently seek him, is the actuating principle of such a man, in all the vicissitudes of life. His confidence in the divine protection, his resignation to the divine will, his habitual regard to the divine presence; in a word, those hopes of a happier state, which are the ultimate aim of all his pursuits, may be thus expressed in the beautiful language of Mrs. Barbauld:

If the soft hand of winning pleasure leads,
By living waters, and thro' flowery meads;
When all is smiling, tranquil, and serene,
And vernal beauty paints the flatt'ring scene;
Oh, teach me to elude each latent snare,
And whisper to my sliding heart, Beware!
With caution let me hear the syren's voice,
And doubtful, with a trembling heart, rejoice.
If friendless, in a vale of tears I stray,
Where briars wound, and thorns perplex my way,
Still let my steady soul thy goodness see,
And with strong confidence lay hold on thee;
With equal joy my various lot receive,
Resigned to die, or resolute to live;
Prepared to kiss the sceptre, or the rod,
While God is seen in all, and all in God.
I read his awful name, emblazoned high
With golden letters on the illumined sky;
Nor less the mystic characters I see
Wrought in each flower, inscribed on ev'ry tree;
In ev'ry leaf that trembles on the breeze

With thee in shady solitudes I walk,
With thee in busy crowded cities talk;
In ev'ry creature own thy forming power,
In each event thy providence adore.
Thy hopes shall animate my drooping soul,
Thy precepts guide me, and thy fear control.
Thus shall I rest, unmoved by all alarms,
Secure within the temple of thine arms;
From anxious cares, from gloomy terrors free,
And feel myself omnipotent in thee.

Then, when the last, the closing hour draws nigh,
And earth recedes before my swimming eye;
Teach me to quit this transitory scene
With decent triumph and a look serene;
Teach me to fix my ardent hopes on high,
And, having lived to thee, in thee to die.

But to the bulk of mankind, immersed in the cares of business, or the pursuits of pleasure, this veneration of the Divine Being, this confidence in his goodness, and acquiescence in his dispensations, so far from being habitual, seldom forms the subject of even a momentary meditation; although there is scarcely an object in the creation, how minute and insignificant it may seem, that does not demonstrate the existence of a God,

Who, high in glory, and in might serene,
Sees and moves all, Himself unmoved, unseen.

BROOME.

I shall here lay before my readers a few arguments to prove this important and most essential truth: I say, most essential truth, because, when we are once effectually convinced of this, a due attention to the nature and circumstances of this life, as it respects another, cannot fail to inspire a temper of habitual devotion, and lead us to regard obedience to the will of God' as the great and joyful business of our lives; while every thing else, in these sublunary scenes, will appear, comparatively of no moment. To conduct ourselves with

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