est regards from the silliest mortals? Go thou senseless creatures, and boast of being admired by the butterflies of a day; see what they will do for thee, when He, whose favor thou neglectest, and for such things shall cause thy “beauty to consume like a moth,” ⚫ and thy heart to sink within thee like a stone. Imagination shudders at the thought of that day, when thou shalt enter trembling, forsaken and forlorn, these dismal regions which the voice of adulation cannot reach, and nothing shall be heard but sounds of reproach and blasphemy and woe; where stript of every ornament that now decks the body, and stript of that body itself, thy mind must appear without shelter or covering, all deformed and ghastly, mangled with the wounds of despairing guilt, and distorted by the violence of envenomed passions, while demons shall mock at thy misery. May the Almighty Redeemer be pleased to save us all from a doom so dreadful! and my fair readers would you concur to prevent it? Begin with restraining the love of ornament; or rather turn that dangerous affection into a higher channel, and let it flow; it will then become safe, useful, noble. Here you will have a scope for the largest fancy. To the adorning of your minds we wish you to set no bounds. In dressing the sould for the company of saints, of angels, of God himself, you cannot employ too much time or thought. In a word, all the best things in the creation, together with the Creator