...heart fuch gifts remove, That fighs for peace and eafe. Nor eafe, nor peace, that heart can know, That, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe, But turning trembles too. Far as diflrefs the foul can wound, 'Tis pain in each degree ; Blifs goes...

...fuch gifts remove, Which fighs for peace and eafe. Nor eafe, nor peace, that heart «an know. That, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe, But, turning, trembles too. For as diilrefs the foul can wound, 'Tis plain in each degree; Blifs goes...

...beautiful image, in Mrs. Greville's ode to Indifference, where (he fays that her heart —..• ' " - like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy, or woe, But, turning, trembles too we find Jn that poem in Cowley's Miftrefs, called, Refthed tf te beloved...

...heart thofe gifts remove, That figh for peace and eafej! Nor peace, nor eafe, the heart can know, That, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe ; But, turning, trembles too. Far as diftrefs the foul can wound, 'Tis pain in each degree : 'Tis blifs...

...heart thofe gifts remove, That figh for peace and eafe ! Nor peace, nor eafe, the heart can know, That, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe ; But, turning, trembles too. Far as diftrefs the foul can wound, 'Tis pain in each degree : 'Tis blifs...

...Nor eafe nor peace the heart can know, Which, like the needle true, Turns THR WEEKLY ENTERTAINER. 239 Turns at the touch of joy or woe, And turning trembles too. Far as diftrefs the foul can wound 'Tis pain in each degree ; Bills goes but to a certain bound, Beyond...

...fuch gifts remove, Which fighs for peace and eafe. Nor eafe, qor- peace, that heart can know, That, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe, But, twrning, trembles too. For as diflrefs the foul can wound, Tis plain in each degree, Blifs goes...

...fuch gifts remove, Which fighs for peace and eafe. Nor eafe, nor peace, that heart can know., That, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe, But, turning, trembles too. For as diftrcfs the foul can wound, 'Tis plain in each degree; Blifs goes...

...offer, in earneft, a frayer for ind'Jference, and fay, " Nor cafe, nor peace, that heart can know, That, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe, But, turning, trembles top." Carried to its utmoft excefs, this weaknefs produces all the paroxyfms...

...administered ? The bosom of sensibility heaves a complaining sigh, because " Nor peace, nor ease the heart can know, Which, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe. And, turning, trembles too." Let it seek the true balm for its wounded nerves, the sweet consciousness of doing good. Let it allay...