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$ 49. The Happiness of a free Government. § 53. Description of a Person left on a Defurt

S. JOHNSON,

Iland.

THOMSON.
IF there be any land, as fame reports,

NEXT night-a dreary night I
Where common laws restrain the prince and

Cast on the wildest of the Cyclad Ines, subject,

Where never human foot had mark'd the shore,
A happy land, where circulating pow'r

These ruffians left me.
Flows thro' each member of th' embodied state; -Beneath a shade
Sure, not unconscious of the mighty blelling, I sat me down, more heavily oppress'd,
Her grateful fons thine bright with ev'ry virtue; More detolate at heart, than e'er I felt
Untainted with the luft of innovation,

Before. When Philomela o'er my head
Sure all unite to hold her league of rule

Began to tune her melancholy strain,
Unbroken as the facrcd chain of nature,

As piteous of my woes: till, by degrees,
That links the jarring elements in peace. Composing Neep on wounded nature thed

A kind but short relief. At early morn,
Wak'd by the chaunt of birds, I look'd around

For usual objects: objects found I none,
§ 50. The Killing of a Boar. OTWAY.

Except before me stretch'd toiling main,

And rocks and woods, in savage view, behind.
FORTH from the thicket rush'd another boar,

So large, he seem'd the tyrant of the woods,
Ml'ith all his dreadful bristles rais'd up high!;

§ 54. The first Feats of a young Eagle. Row E.
They seem'd a a grove of 1pcars upon his back :
Foaming he came at me, where I was posted,
W'hetting his huge long tusks, and gaping wide,

That bears thethunder of our grandfre Jove,
As he already had me for his prey;

With joy beholds his hardy youthful offspring
Til, brandithing my well-pois d javelin high,

Fortake the nett, to try his tender pinions
With this bold executing arm I ftruck

In the wide untrack'd air ; till, bolder grown,
The ugly brindled moniter to the heart.

Now like a whirlwind on a fhepherd's fold
He darts precipitate, and gripes the prey;
Or fixing on fome dragon's fcaly hide,

Eager of combat, and his future feast,
$ 51. Defiription of a populous City. Young, Bears liim aloft, reluctant, and in vain

Wreathing his fpiry tail.
THIS ancient city,

How wantou hits the amidst nature's smiles!
Nor from her highest turret has to view

§ 55. The true End of Education. Rowe.
But golden landicapes and luxuriant scenes,
A vaste of wealth, the store-l.ouse of the world; AND therefore wert thou bred to virtuous
Here fruitful vales far stretching Hy the sight,

knowledge,
There fails unnumber'd whiten all the stream,

And wisdom carly planted in thy soul,
While from the banks full twenty thonfand citics That thou might’tt know to rule thy ficry paffions ;
Surrey their pride, and fee their gilded towers

To bind their rage, and stay their headlong course;

To bear with accidents, and every change
Float on the waves, and break againīt the thore.
- Various nations mect

Of various life; to struggle with aniversity ;
As in a fea, vet not confin'd in pace,

To wait the leisure of the righteous Gods,
But Itreaming freely thro' the spacious streets,

Till they, in their own good appointed hour,
Which fend forth inillions at cach brazen gate;

Shall bid thy better days come forth at once; Whene'er the trumpet calls, high over head

A long and thining train; till thou, well pleas'd, On the broad walls the chariors bound along.

Shalt bow, and bless thy fate, and say the Gods

are just.

§ 52. Rural Courtship. Dryden.

§ 56. Filial Piety. MALLET. HE preferr'd me

E'ER since reflection beam'd her light upon me, Above the maidens of my age and rank;

You, fir, have been my study. I have plac'd Still jhunu'd their company, and still fought mine. Before mine eyes, in every light of life, I was not won by gifts, yet still he gave;

The father and the king. What weight of duty And all his gifts, tho' (mall, vet spoke his love:

Lay on a son from such a parent sprung; He pick'd the earliest strawberries in the woods,

What virtuous toil to shine with his renown; The cluster'd filberts, and the purple grapes:

Has been my thought by day, my dream by night, He taught a prating stare to speak my name; And when he found a nest of nightingales,

But first and ever ncarest to my heart Or callow linnets, he would few 'em me, Was this prime duty, so to frame my conduct And let me take 'em out,

Tow’rd such a father, as, were I a father,

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My soul would wish to mcet with from a son. $ 62. Happiness the infeparable Companion of
And may reproach transmit my name abhorr'd

Piriue.

Rowe.
To latest time-if ever thought was mine
Unjust to filial reverence, filial love.

To be good is to be happy; angels
Are happier than men, because they're

better.
$ 57. The fame. THOMSON. Guilt is the fource of sorrow ; 'tis the fiend,
HAVE I then no tears for thee, my father

Th'avenging fiend, that follows us behind
Can I forget thy cares, from helpless years

With whips and stings: thc blest, know none of
Thy tendernels for me ? An eye still beam'd

this,
With love. A brow that never knew a frown? But rest in everlasting peace of mind,

(ness.
Nor a harfli word thy tongue : Shall I for these And find the height of all their heaven is gouda
Repay thy ftcoping venerable age
With fhaine, disquiet, anguith, and dishonour?
It must not be !--thou firit of angels! come,

§ 63. Honour superior 10 Justice.
Sweet filial picty! and firm my
brcast :

THOMSON,
Yes, let one daughter to her fate fubmit,
Be nobly wretched—but her father happy. HONOUR, my Lord, is much too proud to

catch

At every sender twig of nice distinctions.
$ 58. Bad Fortune more easily borne than gooilo | Thefe for the unfeeling vulgar may do well:

Rowe. But those whose fouls are by the nicer rule
WITH such unshaken temper of the foul Of virtuous delicacy only fway'd,

To bear the twelling tide of protp'rous for- Stand at another bar than that of laws.
Is to deserve that fortune.--In adversity (tune,
The mind grows tough by buffeting tbc tempeft;
But, in success diffolving, finks to cale,
And loses all her firmncís.

§ 64. In what Manner Princes ought 19 be
tauziv.

MALLET.
$ 59. Despair never to be indulgid. Philips. LET truth and virtue be their earliest teachers.

Keep from their car the firen-voice of Hattery,
THo'plung'd in ills, and exercis din care, Keep from their eye the harlot-form of vice,

Yet never let the noble mind despair : Who spread, in every court, their filken fnares
When prest by dangers, and beset with foes, And charm but to betray. Betjines instruct them,
The Gods their timely fuccour interpose; Superior rank demands superior worth;
And when our virtue sinks, o'erwhelm d with grief, Pre-eminence of valour, justice, mercy:
By unforeseen expedients bring relief.

But chief, that, tho' exalted o'er mankind,

They are themselves but men-frail suffering duftg
$ 60. A Friend to Freedom can never be a

From no one injury of human lot
Traiicr.

THOMSON.

Exempt; but fever'd by the fame heat, chill'd
E who contends for freedom,

By the same cold, torn by the fame disease,

That scorches, freezes, racks, and kills the beggar.
Can ne'er be juftly deem'd his sovereign's

foc;
No, 'tis the wretch who tempts him to subvert it,
The foothing llave, the traitor in the botom,

§ 63. True End of Royalty. MALLET.
Who best deserves that name; he is a worm
That cats out all the happiness of kingdoms.

WITNESS, Heaven!
o
Whofc

eye

the heart's profounded

depth explores,
$ 61. Description of a Hag.

That if not to perform iny regal task;,
OTWAY.

To be the cominon father of my people,
IN a close lanc, as I pursued my journey,

Patron of honour, virtue, and religion;
I spicd a wither'd hag, with age grown double, If not to shelter useful worth, to guard
Picking dry sticks, and mumbling to herself;

His well-earn'd portion from the tons of rapine,
Her eyes with scalding rheum were galld and red, And deal out justice with impartial hand;
Cold palfy thook her had, her hands fcemod If not to spread on all good men thy bounty,
wither'd,

The treasures trusted to me, not my own;
And on her crooked shoulders had she wrapp'd If not to railc anew our English name,
The tatter'd remnants of an old strip'd hanging,

By peaceful arts, that grace the land they bless,
Which ferv’d to keep her carcase from the cold:

And generous war to humble proud oppreffors;
So there was nothing of a piece about her.
Her lower weeds were all o'er coarsely patch'd

Yet more, if not to build the public weal

On that firm base, which can alonc refift
With different colour'd rags, black, red, white, Both time and chance, fair liberty and law;

yellow,
And secm'd te fpcak variety of wretchedness.

If I for these great ends am not ordain'd-
May I ne'er poorly fill the throne of England,

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§ 66. The real Drty of a King. Rowe.

$ 70. Tbe fame. S. JOHxson. 'T'S true, I am a king: Honour and glory too have been my aim: REFLECT that life and death, affecting sounds,

Are only varied modes of endleis being, But tho' I dare face dvatii, and all the dangers Reficêt that life, like every other bleiling, Which furious war wears in its bloody front, Derives its value from its use alones Yet could I choose to fix my fame by peace, Not for itself, but for a nobler end, By justice, and by mercy; and to raite

Th’Eternal gave it, and that end is virtue. My trophies on the blettings of mankind : When inconlittent with a greater good, Nor wouid I buy the empire of the world Reason commands to cast the less away; With ruin of the people whom I sway, Thus life, with lots of wealth, is well preserv'd, Or forfeit of my honour.

And yirtue cheaply sav'd with lots of life,

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§ 67. Character of a good King. Thomson. § 71. A Lion overcome by a Man. Lee. -YES, we have loft a father!

THE prince in a lone court was plac'd, The greatest bletting Heaven bestows on Unarin'd, all but his hands, on which he wore mortals,

A pair of gantlets. And seldom found amidst there wilds of timc, At last, the door of an old lion's den A good, a worthy king! -Hear me, my Tancred, Being drawn up, the horrid bcast appear'd : And I will tell thee, in a few plain words, The fames, which from his cvc tbot glaring red, How he deserv'd that best, that glorious title. Made the fun start, as the fpcctators thought, "Tis nought complex, 'uis clear as truth and virtue dud round them cast a day of blood and death : He lov’d his people, decin'd them all his children; The prince walk'd forward : the large bcast de, The good exalted, and deprels'd the bad :

scried He fpurn'd the fiartering crew, with fcorn rejected his prev; and, with a roar that made us pale, Their smooth advice, that only means themselves, Flexi fiercely on him : but Lyfimachus, Their schemes to aggrandize him into bafenets: Starting aside, avoided his firit ítroke Well knowing that a people in their rights Wirh a ligtit hurt; and, as the lion turn'd, And industry protected; living fafe

Thrust gantiet, arm and all, into his throat : Beneath the sacred thelier of the laws;

Then with Herculean force tore forth by th' roots Encourag'd in their genius, arts, and labours; The foaming bloody tonguc; and while the saAnd happy each as he himself deferves;

vage, Are ne'er ungrateful. With unsparing hand Faint with the loss, sunk to the blushing carth, They will for him provide : their filial love Toplow it with his teeth, your conqu'uing toldier And confidence are his unfailing treasury, Leap'd on his back, and dath'd his skull to pieces. And cvery honest man his faithful guard.

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§ 72. Charafler of an excellent Man, Rowe. $ 68. The Guilt of bad Kings MALLET.

HOW could my tongue WHEN those whom Heaven distinguishes o’er Take pleature, and be lavish in thy praise! millions,

How could I speak thy noblenc's of narure ! And how rs profusely pou’r and splendoronthem, Thy open, manly : cart, thy courage, constancy, Whate'er th’expanded heart can with; when they, And inborn truth, unknowing to dilleinble : Accepting the reward, neglect the duty, Thou art the man in whom my soul delights, Or worse, pervert those gifts to decds of ruin, In whom, next Hcaven, I trust. Is there a wretch they rule fo basc as they? Guilty, at once, of facrilege to Heaven, And of perfidious robbery to man !

§ 73. Virtue the only true Source of Nobility,

THOMSON, $ 69. The true End of Life. THOMSON.

I TELL thee, then, whoc'cr amidst the sons

Of reaton, valour, liberty, and virtue, WHO, who would live, my Narva, just to breathie Displays distinguish'd incrit, is a noble This idle air, and indolently run,

Of Nature's own creating. Such have risen, Day after day, the still returning round

Sprung írom the dust, or where had been our ho. Of life's mean offices, and sickly joys?

nours ? But in the service of mankind to be

And such, in radiant bands, will rise again A guardian god below; ftul to employ

In yon immortal city ; that, when most The mind's brave ardour in heroic ains, Deprest by fate, and near apparent ruin, Such as may raise us o'er the groveling herd, Returns, as with an energy divine, And make us thinc for cver that is Life, On her aticnith'd jocs, and Thakes them from her,

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morrow:

§ 74. The bappy Efects of Misfortune. Where no rude swains her shady cell may know,

THOMSON. No ferpents climb, nor blafting winds may bluw:
JE misfortune comes, the brings along

Fond of the choten place, the views it o'er,
The bravest virtucs.

And so many great

Sits there, and wanders thro' the grove no more;
Illustrious spirits have convers`d with woc, Warbling the charms it each returning night,
Have in her school been taught, as are enough

And loves it with a mother's dear delight.
To confccratc distress, and make ambition
Ev'n with the frown beyond the Imile of fortune.

§ 79. A worbliss Perfon can chim ng Merit

from ibe Virtues of bis Ancrfiors. Rowe. $ 75. A Description of the Morning. OTWAY. WISH'D morning's come; and now upon the WERE honour to be scann’d by long descar

From anccftors illustrious, I could raunt plains, And distant mountains where theyfced thcir flocks, Among my faticis, naines of ancient fiors,

A lineage of the greatest; and recount,
The happy thepherds leave their homely huts,

Heroes and yodlike patriots, who fubdued
And with their pipes proclaim the new-born day : The world by arms and virtuc:
The lusty swain comes with his well-filld fcrip

But that be their own praise :
Of healthful viands, which, when hunger calls,

Nor will I borrow merit from the dead,
With much content and appetite he eats,

Myself an undeferver.
To follow in the field bis daily toil,
And dress the grateful glebe that yields him fruits:
The beasts, that under the warm hedges slept,
And weather'd out the cold bleak night, arc up; 80. The Love of our Country the greutzł of
And, looking tow'rds the neighbouring pattures,

Virtues.

THOM:ON. raili Their voice, and bid their fellow brutes good- US only blot was this ; that, much protok!!,

Herais d his vengefularm against his country.

And lo! the rightcous gods have now chastis diuin, The cheerful birds too on the tops of trees

Ev'n by the hands of thote for whom he fougal. Allemble all in choirs; and with their notes

Whatever private vicus and passions plead, Salute, and welcome up, the rising lun.

No cause can juitify so black a deed:

These, when the angry tempeít clouds the foul, $ 76. Anoiber.

LEE.

May darken rcafon, and her course contr ul;

But, when the proípect clears, her fiarthed ere amber I morning ; Must from the treach'rous gulph with horter this, Her rofy hands begin to paint the skies : On whofu wild wave, by formy parlions toli, And now the city emmets leave their hive,

So many helple's wretches have been loft.
And rousing binds to cheerful labour drive;

Then be this truth the star by which we licer:
High cliffs and rocks are pleasing objects now, Above ourselves our country shall be dear.
And nature smiles upon the mountain brow;
Thi joyful birds salute the sun's approach :
Thc fun too laughs, and mounts his gaudy coach;
While from his car the dropping gims distil,

$ 81. The same.

W, WHITEHEAD.
And all the carth, and all the heavens, do finile.

L
EARN hence, ye Ronans, on how furs a

baie

The patriot builds his happiness; 10 troke, § 77. The charning Notes of the Nightingale. No kecreít, deadliest, shaft of adverti fire,

LEE. Can make his generous bofom quite depr,

But that alone by which his country falis.
T
HUS, in some poplar Shade, the nightingale

Grief
With piercing moans does her loft

may to grief in endless rond fucceed,
wail:

And nature luster when our children blceu : Which the rough hind, observing as they lay

Yet Itill superior muft that hero prove,
Warm in their downy neft, had stolen away:

Whofe firti, best paifion, is his country's lore.
But she in mournful founds does Itill complain,
Sings all the night, tho' all her songs are vain,
And ftill renews her miserable itrain.

§ 82. In what Philosophy really corfil..

THOMSON $ 78. The same.

PHILOSOPHY confifis not

In airy schemes, or idle (peculations: SO

when the spring renews the flow'ry field, The rule and conduct of all social life

And warns the pregnant nightingale to build; Is her great province. Not in lonely cells She ficks the fafeit Thelter of the wood,

Obscure the larks, but holds her heaven'y Night Where the may trust her little tuneful brood :

To fenates and to kings, to guide their

young be

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And teach them to reform and blefs mankind. “ I ask but this :-when you behold these eves, All policy but hers are falte and rotten; “ Thote charms, with transport, be a friend to All valour, not conducted by her precepts,

" Rome.”' Is a destroying fury feat f om hell, To plague unhapı y man, and ruin nations.

$ 84. The Blessings of Peace. THOMSON. $ 83. Scipio restoring the captive Prince's to be

Beautcous peace!
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Sweet union of a state! what else but thou
Royal Lover.

Thoson.

Gives safety, strength, and glory to a peoplc ! WHAT with admiration [:irgin, I bow, Lord Conftabie, beneath the snow

Struck every heart was this:-A noble Of many years ; yet in my breast revives Conspicuous far o'er all the captive duines, A youthful Hame. Methinks, I fee again Was mark'd the gen'ral prize. She wept and Thole gentle days renew'd, that bless'd our isle, bluthu,

Ere by this waticful fury of division, Young, fresh, and blooning like the morn. Aneye, Worte than our Anna's most destructive fires, As when the blue skv trenblus through a cloud

It defolated funk. I fee our plains Of purest white. A feciet charin combin'd L'nbounded waving with the gifts of harvest; Herfeatures, and infus denchantment thro' them; Our seas with comme ce throng’d, our busy ports Her shape was harmony.--But cloquence With cheerful toil. Our Enna blooms afreth ; Beneath her beauty fails; us hich fecm d on purpose Afresh the sweets of thymy Hybla blow. By nature lavish'd on her, that mankind Our nymphs and shepherds, sporting in cach vale, Might see the virtue of a hero tried

Intpire new song, and wake the patioral reed. Almost beyond the stretch of human force. Soft as the pats'd along, with down-caft eyes,

THOMSON. Where gentle forrows fivell d, and now and then

§ 85. Providence. Dropt o'er her modeft check a trickling tear, THERE is a pow'r The Roman icgions languith'd), and hard war

Unicon, that rules th' illimitable world, Felt more than pity. Ev'n their chief laimself, That guides its motions, from the brightest itar As on his high tribunal rais'd he fat,

To the least dust of this fin-tainted mould, Turnit:rom the dangerous fight, and chiding ask'd While man, who madly deems himiilf the lord His officers, if by this gift they meant

Of all, is nought but weakneis and depcudance. To cloud his virtue in its very dawn.

This sacred truth, by fure experience taught,

Thou must have learnt, when wau lemn, all alone, She, question d of her birth, in trembling accents, Each bird, each infect, fitting thro’ thic sky, With tears and bluihes broken, told her tale. Was more fufficient for itself, than thou. But when he found her rovaliv deteended, Of her old captive parents the fole joy;

THOMSON. And that a hapless Celtiberian prince,

§ 86. Prudence, Her lover and belov'd, forgot his chains, His loft dominions, and for her alone

Act with cool prudence, and with manly Wept out his tender loul; sudden the heart

temper, Of this

young cong ring, loving, godlike Roman As well as manly firmness. Fuit all the great divinity of virtue.

'Tis godlike magnanimity to keep, His wishing youth ftood check'd, his tempting When most provok’d, our reason calm and clear,

And execute her will, from a strong inve Refrain d by kind humanity.-At once

Of what is right, without the vulgar aid He for her parents and her lover call'd.

Of heat and pallion, which, tho' honeít, bear us The various leone imaginc : how his troops

Often too far.
Look'd dubious on, and wonder'd what he mcant;
While itretch'd below the tremblingfuppliants lay,
Rack'd by a thoutand mingling pallions, fear,

§ 85. Difcription of Ships appearing at a D: Hope, jealousv, dudain, fubminon, grief,

tunce, and approaching the Sbore. DRYDEN. Anxiety, and love, in every thape;

S far as I could cast iny eyes To theie as different lentiments succeeded,

Upon the fea, fomething, muthought, As mixt emotions; when the man divine

did rise Thus the dread filence to the lover broke : Like blueish mists, which, still appearing imore, “We both are young, both charm’d. The right Took dreadfui thapes, and thus mov dtowards the

thore : “ Has put thy beauteous mistress in my pow'r; The object I could first distinctly vicw, " With whom I could in the most facred ties Was tall, straight trees, which on the water ficw: “ Live out a happy life: but know that Romans Wings on their fides inttead of leaves did grow, “ Their hearts, as well as enemies, can conquer. Which gather’dail the breaththewinds couldvlo:x; “ Then take her to thy foul; and with her take And at their rocts grew Hoating palaces, “ Thy liberty and kingdom. In return Whofa out-blow'd bellies cut the yielding seas'

Moxie

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