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Practice.

matins.

fcenery?

complexion?

talents.

inured?

grudge?

vigor.

Bleffom.

gourd.

Our fpirits are more lively, and our faculties are more awake.

6. I do not know a practice, which I should more recommend, whether devotion, heaith, beauty, or improvement of the mind, were the object in view. How cheerful and how. animated are the meditations of the morning! What a delightful bloom flushes into the cheeks from its balmy exhalations?

7. What an unfpeakable cheerfulness glides into the foul, from hearing the devotional matins of the lark, and from beholding the newborn fcenery of nature? How neceffary is fuch a regimen to preferve that sweetness of complexion, and of breath, which are the very effence and perfume of beauty!

8. When people think of accounting to God for the talents which they have received, they overlook the hours which are loft in floth and unreasonable indulgence. I have inured myself, for many years to this habit of early rifing.

9. In the fpring months of April and May, particularly, I grudge every moment that is wafted after five. I confider it as a rude neglect to all thofe fweets, which open to falute me. And I always find fo much more deducted from the firmness of my health, and the vigor of my understanding.

I.

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Frailty of Life.

IKE as the damask rofe you fee,
Or like the bloffom on a tree,
Or like the dainty flower of May,
Or like the morning of the day,
Or like the fun, or like the fhade,
Or like the gourd which Jonah had;
Ev'n fuch is man whofe thread is fpun,
Drawn out, and cut, and fo is done.

The

The rofe withers, the bloffom blasteth,
The flower fades, the morning hafteth,
The fun fets, the fhadow flies,
The gourd confumes, and man he dies.

2. Like to the grafs that's newly sprung,
Or like a tale that's new begun,

Or like the bird that's here to-day,

Or like the pearled dew of May,
Or like an hour, or like a span,
Or like the finging of a fwan;
Ev'n fuch is man who lives by breath,
Is here, now there, in life and death.
The grafs withers, the tale is ended,
The bird is flown, the dew's afcended,
The hour is fhort, the span not long,
The fwan near death, man's life is done.

3. Like to a bubble in the brook,
Or in a glafs much like a look,

Or like a fhuttle in a weaver's hand;
Or like a writing on the fand,
Or like a thought or like a dream,
Or like the gliding of a ftream;
Ev'n fuch is man who lives by breath,
Is here now there, in life and death,
The bubble's out, the look's forgotten,
The fhuttle's flung, the writing's blotting,
The thought is palt, the dream is gone,
The water glides, man's life is done.

4. Like to a blaze of fond delight,
Or like a morning clear and bright,
Or like a froft, or like a fhower,
Or like the pride of Babel's tower,
Or like the hour that guides the time,
Or like to beauty in her prime;
Ev'n fuch is man, whofe glory lends
His life a blaze or two, and ends.
Delights vanish, the morn o'ercasteth,

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weaver.

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Blaze.

babel.

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Breaks.

ebb?

race.

dea't.

lightning.

bie?

journey.

beaps.

pear.

plumb.

The froft breakes, the fhower hafteth,
The tower falls, the hour fpends,

The beauty fades, and man's life ends.

5. Like to an arrow from the bow,
Or like fwitt courfe of water flow,
Or like that time 'twixt flood and ebb,
Or like the fpider's tender web,
Or like a race, or like a goal,
Or like the dealing of a dole,*
Ev'n fuch is man, whofe brittle state,
Is always fubject unto fate,

The arrow's thot the food is spent,
The time's no time, the web is rent,
The race foon run, the goal foon won,
The dole foon dealt, man's life is done.

6. Like to the lightning from the fky,
Or like a poft that quick doth hie,
Or like a quaver in a fong,

Or like a journey three days long,
Or like the fnow when fummer's come,
Or like the pear, or like the plumb;
Ev'n fuch is man who heaps up forrow,
Lives but this day and dies to-morrow,
The lightning's paft, the poft muft go,
The fong is fhort, the journey's fo,

The pear doth rot, the plumb doth fall,
The inow diffolves, and fo must all.

An Account of the Snow-Storm, in Feb. 1802.

Craft.

I.

N the Atlantic coast of America, north-eaft forms begin in the fouth

weft, and proceed thence to windward, at the rate fometimes of about one hundred railes

* A collection made by the Roman Catholics at their funerals, and diftributed or dealt out by a friend of the deccaled, to the poor, to pray for the foul of the decofed perfon.

an hour. It has been remarked long ago by Leeward? Dr. Franklin, that storms from the north-eaft, on the eastern fide of this continent, begin in the oppofite point, or to leeward. Whether this rule univerfally obtains may perhaps as yet admit of fome doubt. But during the uncommonly mild winter of 1801-2,there was a ftrong confirmation of it.

2. On the 21st. 22d. and 23d. of February, 1802, there was one of the most remarkable

and long-continued fnow-ftorms that had shipwrecks. been known for twenty years. It raged with extreme violence on the land, and was the caufe of feveral fhipwrecks along the fea-coaft, many lives, and much property were loft.

The movements in the atmosphere were felt atmosphere? first to the fouthward, and gradually progreffed northward, fo as to be fenfible there; but not until after fome hours.

3. The facts were collected, by Dr. Mitch- feffion. ill, at Washington, the feat of the National Government, during the feffion of Congrefs, when they could be afcertained with the greatest expedition, correctnefs and care, and are as follow:

4. After a fine, warm and clear morning, afcertained? the air, towards evening, grew cloudy, and it became rainy and ftormy. The time of its commencement near the capitol, on the banks of the Potomack, as obferved by Gen. Smith, was about half an hour past five in the comment?afternoon; and before eight the rain was exceffive, and the wind boisterous. Here the weather did not become cold enough for fnow until towards morning.

5. The city of New-York, which is fituat ed rather more than 240 miles to the N. E.

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did not feel this commotion of the atmof watchman: phere until about eleven. Then the city

watchmen obferved that the weather was

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changed from clear to cloudy, and that fnow began to fall; and at twelve, Mrs. Mitchill, who opened a window and looked out, obferved that the ground was already white with fnow, the tempeft was brewing, and, properly fpeaking, was formed at two.

6. That night Mr. Humphrey Wood was on board a floop bound from Newport ( R. I. ) to Newyork. The tempeft drove the veffel afhore, before morning, on Mount-Mifery Neck, upon Long-Ifland. They failed from Fisher's Ifland, where they had been waiting for a wind, at 10 o'clock at night, with a wind at E. S. E. and warm and pleasant weather. But by midnight it hauled E. N. E. and blew a gale with fnow. Fisher's Ifland may be computed to be about 140 miles E. N. E. of New-York.

7. Mr. Webster observed fome of the phenomena of this change of weather, in its beginning, at New-Haven. This place is 89 miles from New-York, or 331 from Waihington. Here the weather was clear in the early part of the evening, but was overcaft by nine. The ftormy commotion of the atmof phere feems to have begun about twelve.-At Bofton it was rather more than an hour later. Maachusetts. 8. Mr. Blair, an officer who was on board one of three fhips from Salem, in Massachusetts, that were loft on Cape Cod during the storm, related, after his escape, that the weather, on the day of their failing, Sunday, Feb. 21, was remarkably fine and favourable. At funfet they were about four leagues from Cape Ann light houfe, with a light breeze from S. E.

breeze.

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difcern.

9. After midnight the weather grew very threatening; and at half past two in the morn ing of the 22d, the wind veered to the N. E. and it fnowed fo faft that the fhips could hardly difcern each other.-The shipwrecks

during

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