Every one that flatters thee But if fortune once do frown, Is no friend in misery. Then farewell his great renown: Words are easy, like the wind, They that fawned on him before, Faithful friends are hard to Use his company no more. find. He that is thy friend indeed, Every man will be thy friend He will help thee in thy need. While thou hast wherewith to If thou sorrow, he will weep; spend If thou wake he cannot sleep. But if store of crowns be scant, Thus of every grief in heart, No man will supply thy want. He with thee doth bear a part. If that one be prodigal, These are certain signs to know Bountiful they will him call. Faithful friend from flattering If he be addict to vice, foe. Quickly him they will entice. VARIOUS Cure for Drunkenness.—A man in Maryland, notoriously addicted to this vice, hearing an uproar in his kitchen one evening, had the curiosity to stop without noise to the door, to know what was the matter, when he beheld his servants indulging in the most unbounded roar of laughter at a couple of his negro boys who were mimicking himself in his drunken fits; showing how he reeled and staggered,—how he looked and nodded, and hiccupped and tumbled. The picture which these children of nature drew of him, and which had filled the rest with so much merriment, struck him so forcibly, that he became a perfect sober man, to the unspeakable joy of his wife and children. Mr. Locke was asked how he contrived to accumulate a mine of knowledge so rich, yet so extensive and deep. He replied, that he attributed what little he knew, to the not having been ashamed to ask for information; and to the rule he had laid down, of conversing with all descriptions of men, on those topics chiefly that formed their own peculiar professions or pursuits.