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falls weltering in his blood. He triumphs. Ah! unhappy man! Remorfe is his companion for ever the ghost of the murdered haunts him continually.

He is inftalled in office. He fcruples at nothing that will but increase his power; the man's pride knows no bounds-he aspires now after conqueft and dominion. He will be a

Hero; he will attain the high pinnacle of military renown and glory. War, fearful, devastating war, goes before him; Famine and Peftilence attend him; Ruin and Mifery follow close behind, but "Pride goeth before deftruction!" There are others who wish him out of the way. from his own ranks cuts him down. high elevation he is brought low. His glory is departed.

A fhot From his

"Heroes are much the fame, the point's agreed,

From Macedonia's madman to the Swede;
Mark by what wretched fteps their glory grows,
From dirt and fea-weed, as proud Venice rofe;
In each how guilt and greatness equal ran,
And all that raifed the hero funk the man."

The man with his family in the happy vale, reprefents Humility. The paffions feldom operate alone; humility begets contentment and peace. He is fatiffied with the pofition God has given him. He has learned from the book of wisdom that happiness confifts not in the abundance of things which a man may poffefs; hence contentment is his fafe-guard. He has no defire

to afcend the rugged path of pride; he drinks
wisdom and knowledge from the fountain of
Truth-he quaffs pleasure at the springs of do-
meftic blifs. His greatest treafure is a good
confcience - his highest ambition to walk humbly
with his God. Free from the confuming,
the torturing defires, the fierce paffions, the
dreadful fears, and gnawing conscience of the
man of Pride, he enjoys peace.
He labours to
discharge all the duties of his ftation, with an
eye fingle, doing all to the glory of God. His
present path is fafe, peaceful, and happy, and his
hope of the future, blessed and glorious.

"Far from the madd'ning crowd's ignoble strife,
Their fober wishes never learned to stray;
Along the cool, fequeftered vale of life,
They keep the noiseless tenor of their way.”

Behold how great is the difference between Humility and Pride. Pride affumes an elevated pofition, and looks down with contempt on all beneath. Humility is content with a lowly feat, and mingles kindly with the brotherhood of man. Pride climbs a steep, dry, and rugged path, befet with thorns and briars. Humility walks the verdant vale amid rippling brooks, blushing corn, and flowers of vernal beauty. Pride occupies a dangerous place; even nature contends against him. The thunder, the lightning, and the ftorm, encompass him about. Humility walks with nature, and her path is fafe. Pride is tormented with cares, fears, and vain defires. Humility

enjoys the peace of God that paffeth understanding. Pride works all, and endures all, to be seen of dying men. Humility courts the eye only of the living God. The path of Pride leads to shame and everlasting contempt; that of Humility to Honour, Glory, and Eternal Life.

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"Whofoever will lofe his life for my fake fhall fave it."-LUKE "He died for all."-2 COR. V. 15. "We ought to lay down our lives for the brethren."-1 JOHN iii. 16.

ix. 24.


See here the Warriors on the battle-field,
In dread array with gleaming fpear and fhield;

They rush together with the mighty roar
Of stormy ocean on a rock-bound fhore;
Shields ftrike on fhields, helmets on helmets clash,
In pools of purple gore the Legions splash.
From Latium's hoft the found of triumph rings,
And victory guides them on her crimson wings:
Then the brave Roman, fired with patriot zeal,
His life devoted for his country's weal;

The victors then in dire amazement stood,
As on he swept like a destroying flood;

His blood-stained sword through crest and corselet fank Like Death's own angel, swift he strewed each rank: At length he fell,-and Rome's proud banner waved Its folds triumphant o'er a nation faved.

BEHOLD, here, the battle-field; the warriors are seen arrayed in all the pompous circumstance of war. Armed with fhield and javelin, they ftand prepared for dreadful combat. See! the ranks are broken: one is seen rushing into the midst of the enemy; on he sweeps like a tornado, right and left he hurls the blood-stained fpear; he cuts his way through-the foe, aftounded at his daring intrepidity, give back. Again they rally, and the hero falls, covered with a hundred wounds. He has, however, effected his object -the ranks are broken; his comrades follow up the advantage thus gained-rushing into the breach, they rout the foe, and foon victory fits perched upon their banner.

The Romans, being at one time engaged in battle against the Latins, the latter had the advantage, and victory was about to decide in their favour, when Publius Decius, obferving how things went, fired with a generous zeal,

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