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THIRD BOOK, 
LESSON LXIX. 
WIE SLUGGARD, 
”Yis the voice of the sluggard—I heard him com- 
plain, 
“You have waked me too soon, I must slumber 
again.” 
As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed 
Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy 
head. 
“ A little more sleep, and a little more slumber.” 
Thus he wastes half his days, and his hours with- 
out number; 
And when he gets up, he sits folding his hands, 
Or walks about saunt’ring, or triling he stands. 
I pass’d by his garden, and saw the wild brier, 
The thorn and thethistle grow broader and higher; 
The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags; 
Andhismoneystill wastes, till he starvesor he begs. 
I made him a visit, still hoping to find 
He had taken more care for improving his mind; 
He told me his dreams, talk’d of eating and 
drinking, 
But he scarce reads his Bible, and never loves 
thinking. 
Said I then to my heart, “ITere’s a lesson for me, 
That man’s but a picture of what I might be; 
But thanks to my friends for their care in my 
breeding, 
Who taught 
reading,”