6G MOEAL OF FLOWEES. 
the roses that adorn the garland of pleasure are 
not unaccompanied by thorns, which lacerate 
the brows of the wearers, and leave thereon 
indelible scars :— 
“ Alas the joys that fortune brings 
Are trifling, and decay.”— Goldsmith. 
Ambition ! what is it but a splendid vision ?— 
a gorgeou§ structure built by him who rears 
his house upon the sands, where the waves are 
constantly sapping its foundation. Pride ! will 
pride uphold the sinking heart in the hour of 
affliction ? true, it will not dend, but it will break; 
then woe to the poor wretch who depends on it 
for support. Even as a stormy ocean whose 
billows are ever swelling and foaming, ready to 
engulph those who venture on its bosom. 
“ I heard a thousand blended notes, 
While in a grove I sate reclined. 
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts 
Bring sad thoughts to the mind. 
To her fair works did Nature link 
The human soul that through me ran; 
And much it grieved my heart to think 
What man has made of man. 
