^i6 T/torAl reflection!. OcS.'^i, 



goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly 

 frame, the earth, seems to me a steril promontory, 

 Tliis most excellent canopy, the air,— this brave o- 

 verhanging firmament, — this majestical roof, fretted 

 with golden fires, — Why ? it appears to me only a 

 foul and pestilent congregation of vapours ! But 

 the mind, however warped, cannot, if naturally good, 

 fail to be restored by a creation so similar : and I 

 have long since been convinced, that if integrity is 

 not happinefs, it is the only thing that can supply its 

 place. 



I wander here in search of health ; and feel the 

 blefsed sun warm at ray bosom ; or turning to the 

 breeze, fancy I once more inhale strength and hap- 

 pine^ Yet it is not instantaneously the exhausted 

 heart can resume its capacity for happinefs : fears 

 have been so long its predominant exprefsion, that 

 joy, even sometimes inT9luntary,. borrows • that lan- 

 guage. 



The caute remov'd, habitual griefs remain) 

 And. the soul saddens with the use ot'pain. 



Love, invigorating power ! thou who canst alone 

 revive the heart, withered by worldly cares and 

 mental struggles ! tfirough every tie do I look up to 

 thee with gratitude ! whether tremulating from the 

 soft lispings of infancy, the tender cautions of age, 

 or the more dangerous and tumultuous accents brea- 

 thed from lefs roiJtured feelings^ Still in a well go- 

 ■verned mind art thou the source of good ! — hum- 

 bling its Canities, correcting its sclfilhnefs, bidding 



