Should wealth make all our comforts sure,

We may be useful to the poor;

Though we have servants to attend,
We may be useful to a friend.

A life that 's spent for self alone,
Can never be a useful one;
The truly active scorn to be
But puppets in society.

However trifling what we do,
If a good purpose be in view,
Although we should not meet success,
Our own good-will is not the less.

THE BOYS AND WOLF.

FORTH from an humble, happy cot
Sped three fair, smiling boys,
Full of life's sunny pleasantness
And childhood's stainless joys.

Far through the deep and darksome wood With fearless steps they roam, Gathering the fallen branch and bough, To light the hearth of home.

With well-filled basket, back again

They tread their grassy way, Beguiling time, and distance too, With some sweet, simple lay.

But quick before their startled gaze,
Lured by their gladsome shout,
From the close covert of the trees
A wolf sprung fiercely out.

With glaring eyes, and shining teeth The shaggy brute drew near, Checking the life-blood in their veins With horror and with fear.

The eldest boy, with manly heart,
Upraised his deadly knife,
Shielding, with his own tiny form,
Each little brother's life.

The unequal strife had scarce begun,
When through the wood there sped
A vengeful ball - and at his feet
The angry wolf lay dead.

Trust ever to that guardian Power
That watches for thy good, -

And stretches forth a helping hand

Even in the darksome wood.

ON EARLY RISING.

How foolish they who lengthen night,
And slumber in the morning light!
How sweet, at early morning's rise,
To view the glories of the skies!

The sprightly lark, with artless lay,
Proclaims the entrance of the day.
Her fairest form then nature wears,
And clad in brightest green appears.

How sweet to breathe the gale's perfume, And feast the eyes with nature's bloom! Along the dewy lawn to rove,

And hear the music of the grove!

Nor you, ye delicate and fair,

Neglect to take the morning air;

This will your nerves with vigor brace, Improve and heighten every grace.

"T will give your breath a rich perfume, Add to your cheeks a fairer bloom; With lustre teach your eyes to glow, And health and cheerfulness bestow.

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AMBITION.

I WOULD not wear the warrior's wreath;
I would not court his crown:

For love and virtue sink beneath
His dark and vengeful frown.

I would not seek my fame to build
On glory's dizzy height;
Her temple is with orphans filled,
Blood soils her sceptre bright.

I would not wear the diadem

By folly prized so dear;

For want and woe have bought each gem, And every pearl's a tear.

I would not heap the golden chest,
That sordid spirits crave;
For every grain (by penury curst)
Is gathered from the grave.

No; let my wreath unsullied be

My fame be virtuous youthMy wealth be kindness, charity My diadein be truth.

NATURE'S INSTRUCTIONS.

THE daily labors of the bee
Awake my soul to industry.
Who can observe the careful ant,
And not provide for future want?
My dog, the trustiest of his kind,
With gratitude inflames my mind!
I mark his true, his faithful way,
And in my service copy Tray.
In constancy and nuptial love,
I learn my duty from the dove;
The hen, who from the chilly air
With pious wing protects her care,
And every fowl that flies at large,
Instructs me in a parent's charge.
From Nature, too, I take my rule,
To shun contempt and ridicule.
My tongue within my lips I rein,
For who talks much, must talk in vain.
Nor would I, with felonious flight,

By stealth invade my neighbor's right.

Rapacious animals we hate :

Kites, hawks, and wolves deserve their fate.

Do not we just abhorrence find

Against thoad and serpent kind.;

But envy, calumny, and spite
Bear stronger venom in their bite.