of nature, tells us that we shall be hereafter as though we had never been; who invites us to "crown ourselves with rose-buds, before they are withered; to let no flower of spring pass by us, but to enjoy the things that are present." Convinced, I say, that in such things he is lamentably deceived; let reason rule our breasts, and the spirit of wisdom our hearts, and when oppressed with doubts, "the still small voice" within us will effectually speak peace to the troubled waters of our souls.

Back on herself, and startles at destruction?
'Tis the Divinity that stirs within us;
'Tis Heaven itself that points out a hereafter,
And intimates eternity to man."

The wisest men, in all ages, have expressed some faint hopes of the existence of a future state of retribution, though it was for REVELATION fully to substantiate such pleasing anticipations. And in this sublunary world, where, from the peculiar constitution of our nature, changes and chances must happen to the righteous as well as to the wicked; where crosses are affirmed to be ordained for the trial of our faith, and for the exercise of our virtue; where 'one man is permitted to sway the rod of empire, and another to drag the chain of slavery; where the breast of one glows with the most enlightened views and liberal sentiments, and another grovels in ideas degra

ding, sensual, and selfish; nothing can afford the virtuous man more soothing consolation in oppression, adversity, or affliction, and particularly in the awful hour of death, than the assurance, that though he may have been unfortunate, despised, and oppressed here, yet he is allowed to aspire to a state of Being, where the distinctions and troubles of time shall cease; where honours will be dispensed to those only who have been active in welldoing; and where the virtues which have been cultivated in secret, will be openly, liberally, and everlastingly rewarded.

SEE THE WRITINGS OF BUTLER, PALEY,

DODDRIDGE, AND MARSH.

TRANSLATION OF

ADRIAN'S ADDRESS TO HIS SOUL WHEN DYING.

Ah! gentle, fleeting, wav'ring sprite,
Friend and associate of this clay!
To what unknown region borne,
Wilt thou now wing thy distant flight?
No more with wonted humour gay,
But pallid, cheerless, and forlorn.

BYRON.

ADRIAN, or HADRIAN was the fifteenth Emperor of Rome. He

is represented as an active, learned, warlike, and austere General. He came to BRITAIN, and built a wall between the modern towns of Carlisle and Newcastle, 68 English, or 74 Roman miles long, to protect the Britons from the incursions of the Caledonians. His memory was so retentive, that he remembered every incident of his life, and knew all the soldiers of his army by name. He died at Baix, July 10, A. D. 138, in the 72nd year of his age, after a reign of 21 years.