MRS. MYRICK'S LECTURE.
YOU know, dear, that this vicious world is
ever prone to see,
Most glaring faults and blemishes, in even purity;
And thus, my dear, a shade of black will much the
Should it chance to be embedded in the virgin
white of snow.
The modest flowered of the wood that's born to
May all its simple defects hide with its own veil
But woe betide the stately rose, the pride of the
Should but the canker-spot of life upon its leaves
The rose's heart, for that is hid, may with the
Have faults, but ever hide them well, for that is
Should you but say that you have sinned-- that you
are but a mortal,--
The world, amazed, will scorning cry, "she'll ne'er
see heaven's portal!"
The brittle glass of character will have stains on it
By malice of the slanderous world, for simple faults,
No matter how much tempted, or how pure your
heart has been,
You're wicked, in the last degree, if scandal knows
Thank God! repentant sinners are not judged by
those of earth,
Or they would never be redeemed by an immortal
109Ah! He, when the last trump shall sound, "who
doeth all things well,"
Will wipe our sorrowing tears away, and pains of
See the flaw in this bright diamond; were it but a
thing of glass,
A much larger flaw, unnoticed, would before the
world's eye pass;
Gaze in the clearest waters, rocks and blemishes
That in less clearer streamlets would be hidden
from your eye.
Be not offended now, my dear, at counsel from a
Who blessings on thy youthful head, would daily,
Deep in your heart your secrets keep; to enemies
And oh, be careful, and avoid appearances of evil.