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Regular and slow moveinent.
First march the heavy mules securely slow ;
O'er hills, o'er dales, o'er crags, o'er rocks they go.

Motion slow and difficult.
A needless Alexandrine ends the song,
That, like a wounded snake, drags it slow length along.

A rock torn from the brow of a mountain. Still gath'ring force, it smokes, and urg'd amain, Whirls, leaps, and thunders down, impetuous to the plain.

Ertent and violence of the waves.
The waves behind impel the waves before,
Wide-rolling, foaming high, and tumbling to the shore.

Pensive numbers.
In these deep solitudes and awful cells,
Where heav'nly pensive contemplation dwells,
And ever-musing melancholy reigns.

: Battle.

-Arms on armour, clashing, bray'd Horrible discord; and the madding wheels Of brazen fury, rag'd.

Sound imitating reluctance. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,

This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd ;. Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind ?

- SECTION VI.
PARAGRAPHS OF GREATER LENGTH.

Connubial affection.
The love that cheers life's latest stage,
Proof against sickness and old age,
Preserv'd by virtue from declension,
Becomes not weary of attention :
But lives, when that exterior grace,
Which first inspired the fiame, decays.
'Tis gentie, delicate, and kind,
To faults compassionate, or blind;
And will with sympathy endure
Those evils it would gladly cure..
But angry, coarse, and harsh expression. i .
Shows love to be a mere profession :

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Proves that the heart is none of his,
Or soon expels him if it is.

Swarms of flying insects.
Thick in yon stream of light, a thousand ways,
Upward and downward, thwarting and convolv'd,
The quiv’ring nations sport; till, tempest-wing’d,
Fierce winter sweeps them from the face of day.
Ev'n so, luxurious men, unheeding, pass
An idle summer life, in fortune's shine,
A season's glitter! Thus they flutter on,
From toy to toy, from vanity to vice;
Till, blown away by death, oblivion comes
Behind, and strikes them from the book of life.

Beneficence its own reward.
My fortune (for l’ll mention all,
And more than you dare tell) is small;
Yet every friend partakes my store,
And want goes smiling from my door.
Will forty shillings warm the breast
Of worth or industry distress'd!..
This sum I cheerfully impart;

Tis fourscore pleasures to my heart :
And you may make, by means like these,
Five talents ten, whene'er you please.
"Tis true my little purse grows light;
But then I sleep so sweet at night!
This grand specific will prevail,
When all the doctor's opiates fail.

Virtue the best treasure.
Virtue, the strength and beauty of the soul,
Is the best gift of Heav'n : a happiness
That, even above the smiles and frowns of fate,
Exalts great nature's favourites: a wealth
That ne'er encumbers ; nor to baser hands
Can be transferr'd. It is the only good
Man justly boasts of, or can call his own.
Riches are oft by guilt and baseness earn'd.
But for one end, one much-neglected use,
Are riches worth our care; (for nature's wants
Wre few, and without opulence supplied ;)
iThis noble end is to produce the soul;

o show the virtues in their fairest light;

And make humanity the minister
Of bounteous Providence.

Contemplation.
As yet ’tis midnight deep. "The weary clouds,
Slow meeting, mingle into solid gloom. A
Now, while the drowsy world lies lost in sleep,
Let me associate with the serious night,
And contemplation, her sedate compeer;
Let me shake off th’intrusive cares of day,
And lay the meddling senses all aside.

Where now, ye lying vanities of life!
Ye ever tempting, ever cheating train!
Where are you now ? and what is your amount?
Vexation, disappointment, and remorse.
Sad, sick’ning thought! And yet, deluded man,
A scene of crude disjointed visions past,
And broken slumbers, rises still resolvid,
With new flush'd hopes, to run the giddy round.

Pleasure of piety. A Deity believ'd, is joy begun; A Deity ador'd is joy advanc'd; A Deity belov’d; is joy matur’d. Each branch of piety delight inspires : Faith builds a bridge from this world to the next, O'er death's dark gulf, and all its horror hides; Praise, the sweet exhalation of our joy, That joy exalts, and makes it sweeter still; Pray'r ardent opens heav'n, lets down a stream Of glory, on the consecrated hour Of man in audience with the Deity.

CHAP. II. NARRATIVA PISCES. .

SECTION 1.

The bears and the bees. . 1 As two young bears in wanton mood,

Forth issuing from a neighbouring wood,
Came where th’industrious bees had store,
In artful cells, their luscious board ;
O'erjoy'd they seiz'd, with eager haste,
Luxurious on the rich repast.

Came Wil

Alarm’d at this the little crew,

About their ears, vindictive flew. 2 The beasts, unable to sustain

Th'unequal combat, quit the plain :
Hall-blind with rage, and mad with pain,
Their native shelter they regain ;
There sit, and now, discreeier grown,
Too late their rashness they bemoan;
And this by dear experience gain, .

That pleasure's ever bought with pain. 3 So when the gilded baits of vice,

Are plac'd before our longing eyes,
With greedy haste we snatch our fill,
And swallow down the latent ill :
But when experience opes our eyes,
Away the fancied pleasure flies.
Ti flies, but oh! too late we find,
It leaves a real sting behind.-MERRICK.

SECTION II. The nightingale and the glow-worm. 1 A nightingale that all day long

Had cheer'd the village with his song,
Nor yet at eve his note suspended,
Nor yet when eventide was ended,
Bagan to feel, as well he might,
The keen deinands of appetite;
When looking eagerly around,
He spied far o.fl, upon the ground,
A something shining in the dark,
And knew the glow-worm by his spark.
So, stooping down from hawthorn top,

He thought to put lim in his crop. 9 The worm, aware of his intent,

Harangued him thus, right eloquentra si Did you admire my lamp,' quoth he, “ As much as I your iustrely, You would abbor to do me wrong, As much as I to spoil your sons; For 'twas the self-san Torr divine, I'Target you to sing and me to suine ;

That you with music, I with light,
Might beautify and cheer the night."
3 The songster heard his short oration,

And, warbling out his approbation,
Releas'd him, as my story tells,
And found a supper somewhere else.
Hence, jarring sectaries may learn,
Their real intrest to discern;
That brother should not war with brother,
And worry and devour each other.
But sing and shine by sweet consent,
Till life's poor, transient night, is spent;
Respecting, in each other's case,

The gifts of nature and of grace.
4 Those Christians best deserve the name,

Who studiously make peace their aim:
Peace, both the duty and the prize
Of him that creeps, and him that flies.-COWPER.

SECTION III.

The trials of virtue. 1 Plac'd on the verge of youth, my mind

Life's op'ning scene survey'd : I view'd its ills of various kind,

Afflicted and afraid.
2 But chief my fear the dangers mov'd

That virtue's path enclose :
My heart the wise pursuit approv'd ;

But 0, what toils oppose!
3 For see, ah see! while yet her ways

With doubtful step I tread,
A hostile world its terrors raise,

Its snares delusive spread.
4 O how shall I, with heart prepar’d,

Those terrors learn to meet ? .
How, from the thousand snares to guard ,

My unexperienc'd feet?
5 As thus I mus’d, oppressive sleep,

Soft o'er my temples drew Oblivion's veil.--The wat’ry deep,

(An object strange and new,)

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