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As at their work two weavers sat,
Beguiling time with friendly chat;
They touch'd upon the price of meat,
So high, a weaver scarce could eat.
“What with my brats and sickly wife,"
Quoth Dick, “ I'm almost tired of life ;
“So hard my work, so poor my fare,
6 'Tis more than mortal man can bear.

“ How glorious is the rich man's state !
“ His house so fine! his wealth so great !
“ Heaven is unjust, you must agree,
“Why all to him ? why none to me?
“In spite of what the scripture teaches,
“In spite of all the parson preaches,
“This world (indeed I've thought so long)
“ Is ruled, methinks, extremely wrong.
" Where'er I look, howe'er I range,
“ 'Tis all confused, and hard, and strange;
“The good are troubled and oppress'd,
And all the wicked are the bless'd.”

Quoth John,“ Our ignorance is the cause
“Why thus we blame our Maker's laws;
Parts of his ways alone we know,
"'Tis all that man can see below.

“Seest thou that carpet, not half done,
6. Which thou, dear Dick, hast well begun?
- Behold the wild confusion there,
6. So rude the mass it makes one stare !

A stranger, ignorant of the trade, “Would say, no meaning's there convey'd ; “For where's the middle, where's the border? • Thy carpet now is all disorder." Quoth Dick, “My work is yet in bits, “But still in every part it fits;

Besides, you reason like a lout, “Why, man, that carpet's inside out.”

Says John, “ Thou sayst the thing I mean, “And now I hope to cure thy spleen; This world, which clouds thy soul with doubt, “ Is but a carpet inside out. • As when we view these shreds and ends, “ We know not what the whole intends; “ So when on earth things look but odd, • They're working still some scheme of God. “ No plan, no pattern, can we trace, “ All wants proportion, truth, and grace; “ The motley mixture we deride, “ Nor see the beauteous upper side. “But when we reach that world of light, “ And view those works of God aright, “ Then shall.we see the whole design, “ And own the workman is divine.

“ What now seem random strokes, will there
“ All order and design appear;
“Then shall we praise what here we spurnd,
“For then the carpet shall be turn'd.”
“ Thou’rt right,” quoth Dick,

no more I'll “ grumble “ That this sad world's so strange a jumble ;

My impious doubts are put to flight, “For my own carpet sets me right.

* In illustration of the important lesson conveyed in this pleasing tale, we shall give, without apology, the following passage from one of Mrs. More's latest productions : :-" In some pieces of mechanism, we have observed different artists employed in different branches of the same machinery. In this division of labour, each man performs his allotted portion, in utter ignorance, perhaps, not only of the portions assigned to the others, but also of the ultimate application of his own.

Busy in executing his single pin, or spring, or wheel, it is no part of his concern to understand the work assigned to others, still less to comprehend the scheme of the master. But though the workman is ignorant how the whole is to be arranged, the machine would have been incomplete without his seemingly inconsiderable contribution. In the mean time, the master unites, by apt junctures and articulations, parts which were not known to be susceptible of connexion; combines the separate divisions without difficulty, because the several workmen have only been individually helping to accomplish the original plan which had previously existed in his inventive mind."-ED.

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