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Title: The Columbian magazine : or, monthly miscellany
Year: 1789 (1780s)
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Publisher: Philadelphia : T. Seddon, W. Spotswood, C. Cist & J. Trenchard
Contributing Library: University of Pittsburgh Library System
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es beforemens ; Adam was a gardener,Cain a ploughman, and Abel agrazier or shepherd : these beganIP^th the world, and have least ofsnare, and have mqst of use. When Cain became a murderer, asa witty man said, he turned abuilder of cities, and quitted hishusbandry : mechanic?, as handi-?crafts, are also commendable. Have a care of resentment, ortaking things amiss. For assoftness often conquers, whererough opposition fortifies, so re-sentment, seldom knowing anybounds, makes many times greaterfaults than it finds. Be in treatable. Never aggra^vate. Be not morose, ©r conceited,one is rude, the other trouble-some and nauseous. Shew mercy, whenever it is inyour power j that is, forgive, pi-ty and help, for so it signifies. Charity is a near neighbour tpmercy : it is generally taken toconsist in this, not tq be censo-rious, and to relieve the poor. Be just to all men, in all things^ Liberality is required of you,God enabling you, sow not spar-ingly nor giudgingly, but with acheerful mind.
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t 491 ) The COLUMBIAN PARNASSIAD. The wrangling Couple: A Moral Talc* TO sing the quarrels of a pair,Whom whim enticd to Hymens snare(Hymen, who, propefly implord,Ihe truest blessings can aiford.But, if indecently addressd.Racks with keen pangs the married breiStJShall I invoke the gentle Muse ?\las ! her aid she must refuse.She loves to paint lifes happiest scene;iThe glowing flowrs, the cheerful greei;i jThe cot sequesterd in the grove;And all the dear delights of love.Oft when our countrys wrongs require.She nobly quits thereed and lyre;Inflames the bold with glorys charms,The trumpet grasps and sounds to arms.But should I now implore her aid,Laughter would seize the tuneful maid ; Each pbwr of harmony would smile ;Add double roughness to my stile;Bid evry verse in clangor vieWith Boreas, when he sweeps the sky; Or emulate old Oceans roar. When his fierce billov/s lash the shore. Such melody would grace the strains, Which tell of Hymens clanking chains-. Of thundring voices—threa

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