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THE HILL OF SCIENCE.
ducts to the mansions of Content!" What,” said I, “ does Virtue then reside in the vale ?”-“I am found," said she, “in the vale, and I illuminate the mountain: I cheer the cottager at his toil, and inspire the sage at his meditation. I mingle in the crowd of cities, and bless the hermit in his cell. I have a temple in every heart that owns my influence; and to him that wishes for me, I am already present. Science may raise you to eminence; but I alone can guide to felicity!"-While the goddess was thus speaking, I stretched out my arms towards her with a vehemence which broke my slumbers. The chill dews were falling around me, and the shades of evening stretched over the landscape. I hastened homeward, and resigned the night to silence and meditation.-Aikin's Miscellanies.
"Bacon's prophecies of the advance of science have been fulfilled far beyond what even he could have anticipated. The higher we mount in knowledge, the vaster and more magnificent are the prospects which stretch out before us. The family of science has multiplied; new sciences, hitherto unnamed, unthought of, have arisen. The seed which Bacon sowed, sprang up, and grew to a mighty tree; and the thoughts of thousands of men came and lodged in its branches."
BORN, 1553 ; DIED, 1598. Principal Works.-Faerie Queene, Shepherds' Calendar, Hymn of
Heavenly Love, Ruins of Rome, Ruins of Time, Sonnebs.
MAN THE CARE OF ANGELS.
That blessed angels he sends to and fro,
Men call you fair, and you do credit it,
For that yourself you daily such do see;
And virtuous mind, is much more praised of me.
Shall turn to naught, and lose that glorious hue;
From frail corruption, that doth flesh ensue.
To be divine, and born of heavenly seed;
Deriv'd from that fair spirit from whom all true
He only fair, and what he fair hath made;
I CONSIDER a human soul, without education, like marble in the quarry; which shows none of its inherent beauties, until the skill of the polisher fetches out the colours, makes the surface shine, and discovers every ornamental cloud, spot, and vein, that runs through the body of it. Education, after the same manner, when it works upon a noble mind, draws out to view every latent virtue and perfection, which, without such helps, are never able to make their appearance.
If my reader will give me leave to change the allusion so soon upon him, I shall make use of the same instance to illustrate the force of education, which Aristotle has brought to explain his doctrine of substantial forms, when he tells us, that a statue lies hid in a block of marble; and that the art of the statuary only clears away the superfluous matter, and removes the rubbish. The figure is in the stone, and the sculptor only finds it. What sculpture is to a block of marble, education is to a human soul. The philosopher, the saint, or the hero; the wise, the good, or the great man, very often lies hid and concealed in a plebeian, which a proper education might have disinterred, and have brought to light. I am therefore much delighted with reading the accounts of savage nations, and with contemplating those virtues which are wild and uncultivated ; to see courage ex
erting itself in fierceness, resolution in obstinacy, wisdom in cunning, patience in sullenness and despair.
It is an unspeakable blessing to be born in those parts of the world where wisdom and knowledge flourish; though it must be confessed there are, even in these parts, several poor uninstructed persons, who are but little above the inhabitants of those nations of which I have been here speaking; as those who have had the advantages of a more liberal education, rise above one another by several different degrees of perfection. For, to return to our statue in the block of marble, we see it sometimes only begun to be chipped; sometimes rough-hewn, and but just sketched into a human figure; sometimes we see the man appearing distinctly in all his limbs and features; sometimes we find the figure wrought up to great elegancy; but seldom meet with any, to which the hand of a Phidias or a Praxiteles could not give several nice touches and finishings.-Addison.
BORN, 1593; DIED, 1632. Principal Works.-The Temple, Country Parson, Church Porche
THE CHURCH PORCH.
Thou, whose sweet youth and early hopes enhance Thy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure, Hearken unto a Verser ; who may
chance Rhyme thee to good, and make a bait of pleasure.
A verse may find him who a sermon flies,
And turn delight into a sacrifice.-
Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie.
A fault, which needs it most, grows two thereby. When thou dost purpose aught within thy power, Be sure to do it, though it be but small. Constancy knits the bones, and makes us tower; When wanton pleasures beckon us to thrall.
Who breaks his own bond, forfeiteth himself;
What nature made a ship, he makes a shelf.