cherishes the spirit of revenge, until it becomes the master of his being. Thus, the miser, by perpetual poring over his gains, tramples down every better feeling, that avarice may nourish, spread wide its branches, and overshadow the soul.
It is the same with virtuous or vicious impulses ; exercise is the principle of culture. There is this difference, however, that the latter appear to be most prompt and ready to spring up in the heart, if some kindly influence do not interfere to check them and sow better seed in their place.
Yes—for the smoothest lake hath waves
Within its bosom, which will rise And revel when the tempest raves;
The cloud will come o'er gentlest skies; And not a favored spot on earth
The furrowing ploughman finds, but there The rank and ready weeds have birth.
Sown by the winds to mock his care.
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The spark forever tends to flame;
The ray that quivers in the plash Of yonder river is the same
That feeds the lightning's ruddy flash. The summer breeze that fans the rose,
Or eddies down some flowery path. Is but the infant gale that blows
To-morrow with the whirlwind's wrath.
But while the evil passions are thus quick and eager to spring into exercise, and while