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the object of thy emulation. To pain and sickness, be thou again the messenger of ease and health. Virtue is not rest, but action. If thou dost good to man as an evidence of thy love to God, thy virtue will be exalted from mortal to divine; and that happiness which is the pledge of paradise, will be thy reward upon earth.'
"At these words, I was not less astonished than if a mountain had been overturned at my feet. I humbled myself in the dust; I returned to the city; I dug up my treasure; I was liberal, yet I became rich. My skill in restoring health to the body, gave me frequent opportunities of curing the diseases of the soul. I grew eminent beyond my merit; and it was the pleasure of the king that I should stand before him. Now, therefore, be not offended; I boast of no knowledge that I have not received. As the sands of the desert drink up the drops of rain, or the dew of the morning, so do I also, who am but dust, imbibe the instructions of the Prophet.
“Believe, then, that it is he who tells thee, all knowledge is profane, which terminates in thyself; and by a life wasted in speculation, little even of this can be gained. When the gates of paradise are thrown open before thee, thy mind shall be irradiated in a moment. Here, thou canst do little more than pile errour upon errour : there, thou shalt build truth upon truth. Wait, therefore, for the glorious vision; and in the mean-time emulate the eagle. Much is in thy power; and, therefore, much is expected of thee. Though the Almighty only can give virtue, yet, as a prince, thou mayest stimulate those to beneficence, who act from no higher motive than immediate interest thou canst not produce the principle, but mayest enforce the practice. Let thy virtue be thus diffused; and if thou believest with reverence, thou shalt be accepted above. Farewell! May the smile of Him who resides in the heaven of heavens be upon thee; and against thy name, in the volume of His will, may happiness be written!"
The king, whose doubts, like those of Mirza, were now removed, looked up with a smile that communicated the joy of his mind. He dismissed the prince to his government; and commanded these events to be recorded, to the end that posterity may know, "that no life is pleasing to God, but that which is useful to mankind.”
The Planetary System.-MANGNALL.
FAIR star of Eve, thy lucid ray
Seven circling planets I behold,
Mercury and Venus first appear,
Next, Earth completes her yearly course;
Then Mars is seen of fiery hue;
Mars, soon his revolution makes,
In twice twelve months the sun surrounds; Jupiter, greater limit takes,
And twelve long years declare his bounds.
With ring of light, see Saturn slow,
The Georgium Sidus next appears,
Six moons are his, by Herschel shown,
And lo! by astronomick scan,
Three stranger planets track the skies,
Next Mars, Piazzi's orb is seen,
Daughters of telescopick ray,
Comets and fixed stars I see,
With native lustre ever shine;
How great! how good! how dreadful! He,
In whom life, light, and truth combine.
Oh! may I better know his will,
Incentives to devotion.-H. K. WHITE.
Hears sounds angelick in the fitful breeze,
That floats through neighbouring copse or fairy brake,
When, o'er the moors the loud blast whistles shrill,
Thus the poor rustick warms his heart with praise, And glowing gratitude: he turns to bless With honest warmth, his Maker and his God. And shall it e'er be said, that a poor hind, Nursed in the lap of ignorance, and bred In want and labour, glows with noble zeal To laud his Maker's attributes, while he Whom starry science in her cradle rocked, And Castaly enchastened with its dews, Closes his eye upon the holy word; And, blind to all but arrogance and pride, Dares to declare his infidelity,
And openly contemn the Lord of Hosts!
That pass away and perish. Earthly things
Ode to Sickness.
The following ode was written by a young lady in the north of England, who, for many years, had been oppressed with a hopeless consumption.
Nor to the rosy maid, whom former hours
Thou art no tyrant waving the fierce scourge
Yet have I known thee long, and I have felt