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of Innocence, and cannot be expected to taste its pleafures. To enjoy them indeed, in their full extent, requires no little delicacy of taste and sentiment. We must not only know, but feel. Our heart must glow with affection towards what is generous, excellent, and praise-worthy. Our whole foul must be dedicated to the interests of virtue. There mult be no furt of wavering between the choice of a vicious and a virtuous course, whatever allurements the former may possess. The least simple compliance effectually leads on to a greater, and undermines the strong hold of virtue. Our conduét must be regular, and constant, if we would not forfeit the pleasures of Innocence. Happy the man, who by such a course of action, fecures the friendship and complaifance of the Great Author of his being! Nothing can annoy his repose, or destroy his pleasure. He looks upon the ills incident to this life, only as a field for the exercife of his virtue.
If to these motives to a virtuous course, any other need be added, does not the voice of conscience urge a most powerful plea in its favour? The voice of God himself, speaking in the heart of man, admonishes and remonstrates with the most stubborn of his rational crea. tures. He condescends to speak, in a language, plain, fimple, and understood by all. Its general dictates are the same, in the breast of every individual, of every nation ; however debased by ignorance, or distorted by fanaticism in particular instances of conduct. Does not then man, by a vicious course of action, thwart the noble designs, and expose himself to the just punishment of his Creator?
The votaries of vice may indeed frame excuses for their conduct, and lull themselves into a vain security, while they enjoy the smiles of health and fortune, but when age or sickness shall have brought them to their senses, conscience will again resume her seat, and bring their actions before them in awful review. They will then regret that ever they departed from the paths of F f2
virtue virtue to tread in the perplexing mazes of vice. They must look forward with dread to that great day of retribution, when every man shall receive his final award.
But how different are the feelings and conduct of the man, whose actions have been regulated by uniform rectitude and integrity! He can look forward with sa. tisfaction and composure to the day of his death ;--that day when a period fhall be put to all bis trials and afflictions. Who then would hesitate in his choice of a virtuous course : Can any one be fo foolifh as to exchange the happiness of Innocence, for the painful reproaches of a conscience stained with guilt, and tortured by remorse?
I shall conclude this short essay with an excellent observation of Sterne's, Happiness,” says he, " is only to be found in religion-in the consciousness of virtueand the sure and certain hope of a better life, which heightens all our prospects, and leaves no room to dread disappointments because the expectation of it is built upon a rock, whose foundations are as deep as those of heaven and hell." Glasgow.
THE INSULTED DERVIS.
inlulted ecclesiastic did not dare to say a word : he took up the stone and kepr it, with the resolution of returning the compliment sooner or later to this man of pride and cruelty. Some time after, the news came that the favourite was disgraced, and that the sultan's officers were leading him through the streets on a camel, exposed to the insults of the populace. The dervis, hearing this, ran for his stone ; but after a moment's reflection cast it from him. “ I now feel,” says tie, “ that we must never avenge ourselves. When our enemy is powerful, it is imprudence and folly : when he is un. happy, it is basenels and cruelty.”
THE SILENT ACADEMY, OR THE EMBLEMS.
THERE was at Amadan a celebrated academy, whose first law was conceived in the following terms :- Let the academicians think much, write little, and speak as little as possible. It was called the filent acadeiny; and there was not a real man of science in all Persia, who was not anxious to be a member. Dr. Zeb, the author of an excellent little work entitled the Broom, learned at the extremity of his province, that there was a vacancy in the academy. He instantly repaired to Amadan, and presenting himself at the door of the hall, where the academicians were assembled, requested the porter to give the president this note : “ Dr. Zeb humbly solicits the vacant place.” The porter discharged his commission; bur the doctor and his note came too late, for the vacancy was filled up.
The academy was in the utmost distress at this mis. fortune. It had reluctantly received a courtier wit, whose lively and volatile eloquence was the admiration of the drawing-room; and it now saw itself obliged to refuse Dr. Zeb, the scourge of babblers, a man of the deepest erudition and foundest judgment. The presi. dent, charged to announce the disagreeable news to the doctor, knew not how to undertake the office. After a short reverie, he ordered a large bason to be so filled with water, that the addition of a single drop would spill the liquor ; then he gare a sign for the introduction of the candidate, who made his appearance with that simple and modest air, which almoft always announces true merit. The president rose, and, without uttering a word, showed him with marks of the deepest regret the emblematical bason, the bason so completely Ff 3
filled. The doctor saw clearly that there was no room for him in the academy; but without losing courage, he devised the means of showing the academican, that a fupernumerary member would occasion no disarrangement. Obferving at his feet a rose-leaf, he took it up, and placed it so delicately on the surface of the water, that not a single drop escaped. This ingenious answer pleased the assembly; and Dr. Zeb was admitted a mem. ber by acclamation.
The register of the academy was then presented to him, and, when he had, according to custom, inscribed his name, it remained only for him to pronounce his oration of thanks : but the doctor, like a true silent academican, returned these thanks without uttering a word. In the margin of the register he fet down the number 100, that of his new collegues; then putting a cypher before the number, he wrote, “ this makes them neither more nor less (0100).” The president returned the compliment to the modest doctor, with as much politeness as presence of mind. Placing a unit before the number, he wrote, “ they are now worth tea times more (1100).”
THEODORE, KING OF CORSICA. It is a fact little known, yer nevertheless strictly true, that this unfortunate monarch was on the point of being married to a Scotch lady, at the moment he was arrested, and thrown into prison ; an event which broke off the match, although the day had been fixed for the ceremony, and the royal robes had been made for the expecting bride.
Lord Orford relates, that Theodore (in all his poverty) was so tenacious of his former power and dignity, as to keep a party of gentlemen waiting for half an hour, until an old tester of a bed was hung up, by way nopy. When seated under it, his majesty received the money they collected for his support, in as much regal ftate as his broken fortune could enable him to do.
STRANGE ANECDOTE. MARQUIS Dangeau mentions, that Louis XIV. being once out a hunting in the forest of Fontainbleau, saw a ltag of a hideous appearance, which terrified him so much that he returned speedily to the palace, and appeared uneasy in his mind for many days. Soon afterwards, a working smith, from Meudon, desired an audience of the king, which was refused him, till he defired one of the ministers to mention something which was known only to the king, and which is supposed to have related to the portentous animal which he saw in the forest. The smith, amongst other things, told him, that the Deity had resolved to bring great calamities upon his reign; but that in consequence of his penitence in his latter years, he had deferred them till the reign of his successors, one of whom should perish on the scars fold. St. Simorin confirms this extraordmary narrative.
THERE is much talk (says Pope in one of his let. ters) of fine sense, refined sense, and exalted lense, but for common use give me a little common sense.
When the king of Monomotapa, in Africa, sneezes in a room, those present greet him with a loud voice enough to be heard by them in the antichamber; these give the same warning to them in the next rooms; ihence it goes into the court, and from thence to the places near the palace, and thence through the town; so that in a moment all places found out acclamations of happiness and prosperity to the prince.
IMPOSTURE. NERO, a famous impostor, who appeared A. D. 72, two years after the death of Nero, and was the slave of Pontus. He declared himielf to be thạt emperor, and