Far from happiness away, Lost to all but beasts of prey? O return, from wand'ring cease, "Virtue's paths are paths of peace.” Though thy crimes, in number, vie With the stars in yonder sky; Though thy sins are counted more Than the sands upon the shore; Bend to Heav'n the suppliant knee, There is One who pities thee. Cease to censure, cease to chide, Pimps of pleasure! slaves of pride! Heav'n misfortune oft may send, For a wise and gracious end; Wrest from us our earthly joys, Puerile riches, painted toysLike a parent snatch away," Lest we strangle while we play; Neither let your lips accuse, Neither let your hands refuse, When a fellow worm you see, Asking bread, O man, of thee. Is he guilty-so art thou, Is he needy-give him, now, Trusting to a future day, For thy recompence of pay. Come, then child of sorrow, come! Seek my pity, share my home!

Though as Laz'rus mean and poor,

I will never bolt my

door,

But will bid thee welcome in,
Poverty is not a sin;

Though my crumbs but thinly fall,
Thou shalt freely have them all;
What thou art, is nought to me,
Here is one who pities thee.

" "Twas misfortune's heavy blow Brought me, as you see me, low; "My full cup of pleasure spilt,

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Mingled with the dregs of guilt, "Is there one who can forgive?" Yes, return, repent and live; Heav'n has blessings full and free, There is One who pities thee; Only in his word believe,

, Ask, and lo! thou shalt receive! Seek, and thou shalt truly find Heav'n on earth-the rest of mind; Knock, and open'd is the door, Enter thou, but-DRINK no more.

MEMENTO.

Just on the brow of Onondaga Hill, close by the great western turnpike, at the skirt of a wood, is a grave, rendered more gloomy and solemn by a deep gulph below; which has a tombstone with the following inscription-" In memory of Captain BENJAMIN BRANCH, of the 1st Regt. U. S. Light Artillery, a native of Virginia; who died in the 27th year of his age, Oct. 10, 1814, on his March to the Frontier."

TRAVELLER pause—a moment stay—
Nature's impulse soft obey;

Ere you from the spot depart,

Read this tombstone-read your heart;
Learn the lesson each can give—
Death is sure to all that live;
Death is giv'n, to save from death,
What is dearer far than breath:
Save the soul from earthly fears,

Days of grief and nights of tears,
From the grave's dark prison chains-
From eternal hopeless pains!
What a blessing! what a prize!
'Tis the day-break of the skies!
Transformation how sublime,
To eternity from time!
Not t' astonish'd angels giv'n,
O! phenomenon of heav'n!
But the blessing, though so dear,
Mortals shun, for mortals fear-

Dread to pass that awful gate,
Open'd by the key of fate ;
Blackness, darkness, all within,

-What a thunder-cloud is sin!

Whence tremendous threat'nings roll!
Flash upon the dying soul!

Till the beams of mercy shine,
Then, O sun! O sun divine!
Darkness thou shalt chace away—
All is morning-cloudless day.
Here a youth unheeded lies,
Once the joy of parents' eyes;
Here a heart now lifeless, cold,
Once so feeling, once so bold;
Ardent, hopeful, courting fame,
Burning with the patriot's flame;
Lo! extinguish'd all its fires,
Lo! the Branch of hope expires!
Withers in a foreign grave,
Such the laurels of the brave!
Was there when he died of late,
Is there none to mourn his fate?
No fond brother's tender soul,
While the tears of anguish rol!-
No kind sister's raining eyes,
Looking to the northern skies-
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No deep-wounded parents' breast,
Darting, sobbing a request-

• Tel! me, must our hopes be o'er?
Tell me, does he live no more?
• Where is then his body laid?
Had it decent honors paid?
"When he saw the summons come,
Did he think on us and home?
In his illness did he find
⚫ Strangers pitiful and kind?
'Did the cause he serv'd obtain
Mitigation of his pain?

Will his grateful country show
Due respect for all our woe?
Bind our broken hearts and cheer
Our sad spirits with a tear ?"
Yes, his grateful country knows
All his worth, and all your woes.