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But still, in sunshine or in storm,
Whatever task is mine,
As thou hast been to thine.
MY FIRST GUINEA.
Rev. Dr. VAUGHAN.
I WELL remember, when I was very young, possessing for the first time a guinea. I remember, too, that this circumstance cost me no little perplexity and anxiety. As I passed along the streets, the fear of losing my guinea induced me frequently to take it out of my pocket to look at it. First I put it in one pocket, and then I took it out and put it in another; after a while I took it out of the second pocket and placed it in another, really perplexed what to do with it.
At length my attention was arrested by a book auction. I stepped in, and looked about me. First one lot was put up, and then another, and sold to the highest bidder. At last I ventured to the table, just as the auctioneer was putting up the “History of the World,” in two large folio volumes. I instantly thrust
hand into my pocket, and began turning over my guinea, considering all the while whether I had money enough to buy this lot. The biddings proceeded; at last I ventured to bid too. “Halloo, my little man !" said the auctioneer; “what! not content with less than the world ?” This remark greatly confused me, and drew the attention of the whole company toward me, who, seeing me anxious to possess the books, refrained from bidding against me; and so the “World” was knocked down to me at a very moderate price.
How to get these huge books home was the next consideration. The auctioneer offered to send them; but I, not knowing what sort of creatures auctioneers
were, determined to take them myself; so, after the assistant had tied them up, I marched out of the room with these huge books upon my shoulder, like Samson with the gates of Gaza, amidst the smiles of all present.
When I reached my home, after the servant had opened the door, the first person I met was my now sainted mother. “My dear boy,” said she, “what have you got there? I thought you would not keep your guinea long." "Do not be angry, mother,” said I, throwing them down upon the table: “I have bought the world for nine shillings!” This was on Saturday; and I well remember sitting up till it was well-nigh inidnight, turning over this “ History of the World.” These books became my delight, and were carefully read through and through.
As I grew older, I at length became a Christian, and my love of books naturally led me to desire to be a Christian minister. To the possession of these books I attribute, in a great measure, any honours in connexion with literature that have been added to my name. I have not mentioned this anecdote to gratify any foolish feeling, but to encourage in those young persons I see before me that love of literature which has afforded me such unspeakable pleasure-pleasure which I would not have been without for all the riches of the Indies.
THE POOR MAN'S SONG.
Mrs. HANNAH MORE.
BECAUSE I'm but poor,
And slender's my store,
Let who will declare it,
I vow I can't bear it,
Tho' my house is but small,
Yet to have none at all,
Shall my garden so sweet,
orchard so neat,
On Saturday night,
'Tis still my delight, With
my wages to run home the faster;
look far and near,
I've a dear little wife,
Whom I love as my life,
And 'twould make me run wild
church too to save, And will go to my grave, In defence of a church that's the best, Sir;
I've my Queen, too, God bless her!
Let no man oppress her,
British laws for my guard
My cottage is barr’d, 'Tis safe in the light or the dark, Sir;
If the Squire should oppress,
I get instant redress;
My cot is my throne,
What I have is my own,
Should fighting come now,
'Tis true I may plough; But I'm sure that I never shall reap, Sir.
Now do but reflect
What I have to protect,
Queen, Church, Babes, and Wife,
Laws, Liberty, Life,
So I'll beat my ploughshare
To a sword or a spear,
Like a lion I'll fight,
sword now so bright, May soon turn to a ploughshare again, Sir.,
THE THREE WARNINGS
The tree of deepest root is found
That love of life increased with years
The greatest love of life appears.
When sports went round, and all were gay,
“Quit your fair bride, and come with me.” “With you! and quit my Susan's side ! With you!" the hapless husband cried,
“Young as I am, 'tis monstrous hard !
What more he urged, I have not heard,
And grant a kind reprieve;
But, when I call again this way,
Well pleased the world will leave.” To these conditions both consented, And parted perfectly contented.
What next the hero of our tale befell,
The willing muse shall tell :
He passed his hours in peace.