not "under the sun;" for "heaven and earth shall pass away;" but the words of Him who created them" shall not pass away."

What then is the good or the evil of life, but as it has a tendency to prepare or unfit us for that decisive day, when " the Son of man shall come in the clouds with great power and great glory, and shall send his angels, and shall gather together his elect from the four winds?" That Son of man, who is the Son of God, blessed for evermore, and once before came down from heaven, and took upon him this our mortal nature, with all its innocent infirmities and sufferings; and subjected himself even to the death of the cross, that he might redeem us from all our sins, and obtain the gift of everlasting life for all, who should not wilfully frustrate this last and greatest effort of divine mercy.

What then have we to do but, with love and gratitude unutterable, to embrace the offers of salvation, and henceforth become in every thing His true and faithful disciples? To whom should we live but to Him who died for us? To whom should we give up ourselves but to Him who gave up himself for us?" whose yoke is easy, and his burden light." In whom should we trust but in eternal truth? In whom should we cheerfully hope, but in infinite goodness? whom should we copy but Him who was made like unto us in all things, sin only excepted, and has left us an example, that we should " follow his steps?" Which if we do faithfully to the utmost of our power, his grace shall so assist us, that in the end we shall be where he is, to behold his glory and partake his bliss.

ELEGY.

O form'd for boundless bliss! Immortal soul !
Why dost thou prompt the melancholy sigh,
While evening shades disclose the glowing pole,
And silver moon-beams tremble o'er the sky?

These glowing stars shall fade, this moon shall fall,
This transitory sky shall melt away;
Whilst thou, triumphantly surviving all,

Shalt glad expatiate in eternal day.
Sickens the mind with longings vainly great,
To trace mysterious wisdom's secret ways,
While chain'd and bound in this ignoble state,
Humbly it breathes sincere, imperfect praise?
Or glows the beating heart with sacred fires,
And longs to mingle in the worlds of love?
Or, foolish trembler, feeds its fond desires

Of earthly good? or dreads life's ills to prove?
Back does it trace the flight of former years,

The friends lamented, and the pleasures past?
Or wing'd with forecast vain, and impious fears,
Presumptuous to the cloud-hid future haste?
Hence, far begone, ye fancy-folded pains!
Peace, trembling heart! be ev'ry sigh supprest.
Wisdom Supreme, Eternal Goodness reigns;
Thus far is sure to Heav'n resign the rest.

MRS. ELIZABETH CARTER.

MRS. ELIZABETH CARTER was the eldest daughter of the Rev. Dr. Nicholas Carter, who, with other preferment, held the cure of the chapel of Deal, where this daughter was born, December 16, 1717. She was educated by her father. At first, she discovered such a slowness of faculties, as to make him despair of her progress in intellectual attainment, even with the aid of the greatest industry, and the most ardent desire, which characterized her efforts. She herself, however, though mortified and sorrowful at her own difficulties, resolved to persevere; and her perseverance was crowned with unexampled success. She early became mistress of Latin, Greek, French, German, and afterwards understood Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, and Hebrew, and last of all acquired something of Arabic. Before she was seventeen years of age, many of her poetical attempts had appeared, particularly in the Gentleman's Magazine for 1734, under the signature of "Eliza." This extraordinary display of genius and acquirements procured her immediate celebrity, and the learned flocked about her with admiration. In 1738, when she was about twenty, Cave, the proprietor of the Gentleman's Magazine, published some of her poems in a quarto pamphlet, now little known, as it appeared without her name. It is probable, she did not think many of these worthy of her; as in 1762, when she published a small collection with her name, she admitted only two from the former work.

In 1741, she formed an intimacy with Miss Catherine Talbot, niece to the Lord Chancellor Talbot, a young lady of considerable genius and most amiable disposition. This was an important