A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

b thou be one whoee heart the holy forma
or young imagination have kept pure,
Stran~er l henceforth be warn'd ; and know that pride,
Howe er disgui.aed in its own majeaty,
Ia littleueae; that he who feel.a contempt
For a.uy living t hing, hath f.aoultiea
Which he ba.s never used; that thought with him
Ia in its infancy. The man who.se eye
Ia ever on himself, doth look on one,
The least of Nature's works-one who might move
The wise man to that acorn which wiadom holds
Unlawful ever. 01 be wieer thou I
Instructed that true knowledge leada to lov&-
True diguity abides with him alone
Who, in the silent hour of inward thought,
Can still audpeot, and still revere himaelf,
In lowliness of heart.
WOBDBWORTB.

8Alt(T AUGUSTINE! well h118t thou eaid,

That of our vices we can frame

A ladder, if we will but tread

Beneath our feet each deed of ahnme I

AU common things, each day's events,

That with the hour begiu and end ;

011 r pleaaurea and oar discontents

Are rounds by which we may aaceod.

The low desire, the base design,

Tb11.t makes anotht!r's virt11es less :

Tho r evel of the ruddy wine,

And all occasions of exceaa ;

Tbe longing for ignoble things ;

The et.rife for triumph more than truth ;

The b11.r.lening of the heart that brings

Irre\"erence for the d.relWl& of youth ;