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Bells at a distance. Their effect.- A fine noon in win

ter.-A feliered walk.-Meditation better than books.-Our familiarity with the course of nature makes it appear less wonderful than it is.The transformation that spring effects in a shrubbery described. A mistake concerning the course of nature correEted.-God maintains it. by an unremitted aft. -The amusements fashionable at this hour of the day reproved.Animals happy, a delightful sight.Origin of cruelty to animals.-That it is a great crime proved from scripture.--Thet proof illufirated by a tale.-A line drawn between the lawful and unlawful destrution of them.Their good and useful properties infifted on.-Apology for the encomiums bestowed by the author on animals.- Instances of mon's extravagant preise of man. The groons of the creaticu Mall have an end.A view taken of the restoration of all things. - An invocation and an invitation of him who shall bring it to pass.-The retired man vindicated from the charge of uselessness.-- Cenclufion.

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There is in souls a fympathy with sounds;
And, as the mind is pitch'd, the ear is pleas'd
With melting airs, or martial, brisk, or grave:
Some chord in unison with what we hear
Is touch'd within- us, and the heart replies.
How soft the music of those village bells,
Falling at intervals

In cadence sweet, now dying all away,
Now pealing loud again, and louder still,
Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on!
With easy force it opens all the cells

the ear

Where mem'ry slept. Wherever I have heard
A kindred melody, the scene recurs,
And with it all its pleasures and its pains.'
Such comprehensive views the spirit takes,
That in a few short moments I retrace
(As in a map the voyager his course)
The windings of my way through many years.
Short as in retrospect the journey seems,
It seem'd not always short; the rugged path,
And prospect oft so dreary and forlorn,
Mov'd many a sigh at its disheart'ning length.
Yet, feeling present evils, while the past
Faintly impress the mind, or not at all,
How readily we wish time spent revok’d,
That we might try the ground again, where once
(Through inexperience, as we now perceive)
We miss'd that happiness we might have found!
Some friend is gone, perhaps his son's best friend!
A father, whose authority, in show

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