who at- | tempts to | lean upon | these, | rather than upon those truths which, | like the | Ever- | lasting | Arm, | | | cannot fail! |◄|◄| In all modesty be it | said, ¦ we have | lived to | little purpose, if we are not | wiser than the | gene- | rations that have | gone be- | fore us. grand dis- | tinction of | man It is the | that | he is a pro- | gressive | being; | that his | reason, at the | present | day, | is human | being, | but that in | all | ages from | which not the reason of a single | of the whole | human | race, | knowledge has de- | scended, in | all | lands from | which it has been borne a- | way. We are the heirs to an inheritance of | truth, | gradually ac- | cumulating | from generation to gene- | ration. |77| Let us | cease, | then, to | look for a | lamp to our | feet, in the feeble | tapers that | glimmer in the | sepulchres of the past. || Rather let us | hail those | ever- | burning lights above, in whose | beams is the | brightness of noon-day. |17| 15 CATO'S SOLILOQUY ON IMMORTALITY. 1. Ir must be so:|| Plato, thou | reasonest | well!|77| Else, whence this | pleasing | hope, this | fond de- | sire, | This | longing after | immortality? |97| Or whence this | secret | dread, and | inward | horror, 2. Eternity! | thou | pleasing, | dreadful | thought! | Through | what va- | riety of | untried | being, | Through what | new scenes and changes must we pass! | The wide, the un- | bounded | prospect | lies be- | fore me; | 71 But shadows, | clouds, and | darkness | rest upon it. |17| 3. Here will I hold. If there's a | power a- | bove us, (And that there | is, | all | nature | cries a- | loud, | 1 Through all her | works,) | He must de- | light in | virtue: | And that which | he de- | lights in | must be | happy. But when? | or | where? This world was | | made for Cæsar! | I'm weary of con- | jectures: | this must | end them. (Laying his hand on his sword.) ·19771 4. Thus am I doubly | armed. | My | death and | life, | My bane and antidote, are | both be- | fore me. | This in a moment | brings me to an end; | But this in- | forms me I shall never | die. || and de- | fies its | point. |17| The stars shall | fade a- | way, the | sun him- | self Grow | dim with | age, | and | nature | sink in | years; | But thou shalt | flourish in im- | mortal | youth, | Un- | hurt a- | midst the | war of | elements, | The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds. ADDISON. AGAINST PROCRASTINATION. BE❘ wise to- | day; 'tis | madness to de- | fer; 1711 Next | day the | fatal | precedent | will | plead, | Thus on, life. till | wisdom is pushed out of | 1971 Pro-crastination is the thief of time; Year after year it | steals, | till | all are | fled, 1 The vast con- | cerns of an e- | ternal | scene. 19911 If not so frequent, | would not | this be | strange? | Of | man's mi- | raculous mis- | takes, The palm, and their | pride | on the | brink of | being | born. |9 All pay themselves the | compliment to | think | They one day | shall not | drivel; On this re- | version | takes up | ready | praise, At | least their | own; their | future | selves | ap- | The thing they can't but | purpose, they post- | pone; 1771 'Tis not in ❘ folly, ❘ not to | scorn a | fool; And scarce in human wisdom, to do | more. 777771 All promise is poor | dilatory | man, | And that through every stage: when | young, in- | deed,|| In | full con tent we sometimes | nobly | rest, Un-anxious for our- | selves; and only | wish, Asduteous | sons, wise. 71771 our fathers were more | At thirty man suspects himself | a | fool; 71 Knows it at forty, and re- | forms his | plan; 77 | At fifty | chides his | infamous de- | lay,| Pushes his | prudent | purpose to re- | solve; | In | all the | magna- | nimity of | thought | and re-re- | solves; || then | Re- | solves; dies the same. 991791 YOUNG. THERE is a calm A rest THE GRAVE. for those who | weep,◄| for | weary | pilgrims | found,| They softly lie,and | sweetly | sleep,| Low in the ground. 111111 | The storm that | wrecks the | wintry | sky ◄| No more dis- | turbs their | deep re- | pose, 1 Than | summer | evening's | latest | sigh, That shuts the rose. 191991 |