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By age when summond to resign his breath, He follows but where Nature points the road.
Calm, and serene, he sees approaching death, Rising in virtue's school, till he ascends to God.
As the safe port, the peaceful silent shore, Bui we, ch' inglorious cominon herd of Man,
Where he may rest, life's tellious voyage o'er: Sail without compass, toil without a plan;
lle, and he only, is of death afraid,"

In Fortune's varying storms for ever tost,
Whom his own conscience has a coward made ; Shadows pursue, that in pursuit are lost;
Whilst he who Virtue's radiant course has run, Mere infants all till life's extremest day,
Descends like a serenely-setting sun,

Scrambling for toys, then to:sing theni away. His thoughts triumphant Ileaven alonc cinploys, Who rests of Immortality assur'd And hope anticipates his fixture joys.

Is safe, whatever ills are here endur'd: Sogood, so blesith'illustrious * Hough we find, He hopes not vainly in a world like this, Whose image dwells with pleasure on my mind, To inect with pure uninterrupted bliss ; The Mitre's glory, Freedom's constant friend, For good and ill in this imperfect state, In times which ask'd a champion to defend; Are ever inix'd by the decrees of fate, Who after near an hundred virtuous years, With Wisdoni's richest harvest Folly grows, His senses perfect, free from pains and fears, And baleful hemlock ningles with the rose; Replete with life, with honors, and with age, All things are blended, changeable, and vain, Like an applandei actor left the stage :

No hope, no wis!, we perfectly obtain; Or like some victor in the Olympic games, God may perhaps (might human Reason's line Who, having run his course, ihe crown of glory Pretend to fathom infinite design) claims.

Have thus orixin'd things, that the restless inind From this just contrast plainly it appears, No happiness complete on earth may find; How conscicace can inspire both hopes and fears: And, by this friendly chastisement made wise, But whence proceed these hopes, or whence this To heav'n her safest best retreat may rise. dread,

Cone then, since now in safety we have pass'd If nothing really can affect the dead ?

Thro' Error's rocks, and see the port at last; See all things join to promise, and presage Let us review and recollect the whole. The sure arrival of a future agc!

Thus stands my argument.--The thinking soul
Whate'er their lot is here the good and wise (annot terrestrial or material be,
Nor doat on life, nor peevishly despise.

But claims by Nature Immortality;
An honest man, when Fortune's storms begin, God, who created it, can make it end,
Has consolation always sure, within ;

We question not, but cannot appreliend.
And if she sends a more propitions gale, He will; because it is by hiin endued
He's pleas'd, but not forgetful it may fail. With strong idcas of all-perfect Good;
Nor fear that he who sits so loose to life, With wond'rous pow'rs to know and calculate
Should too much shuri its labors and its strife; Things too remote from this our earthly state!
And scorning wealth, contented to be mean, With sure presages of a life to come ;
Shrink from the duties of this bustling scene; All false and useless, if beyond the tomb
Or, when his country's safety claims his aid, Our beings cease : we therefore can't believe
Avoid the fight, inglorious and afraid :

God either acts in vain, or can deceive. Who scorns life most must surely bę most brave, If ev'ry rule of equity demands, And he who pow'r contenins, be least a slave: That Vice and Virtue from the Almighty's hands Virtue will lead him to Ambition's ends, Should due rewards and punishments receive, And prompt him to defend his country and his And this by no means happens whilst we live;

But still his merit you cannot regard, [friends. It follows, that a time must surely coine, Who thus pursues a posthumous reward ; When each shall meet their well-adjusted doom: His sonl, you cry, is uncorrupt and great, . | Then shall this scene which now to buman sight Who quite uninfluenc'd by a future state, Seems so unworthy Wl'isloin infinite, Embraces Virtue from a nobler sense

A sistem of consummate skill appcar, Of her abstracted, native excellence.

And ev'ry cloud dispers'd, be beantiful and clear: From the self-conscious joy her essence brings, Doubi we of this? What solid proof remains, The beauty, fitness, harmony of things. That o'er the world a wise Disposer reigns ? It may beso: yet he deserves applause, Whilst all creation speaks a pow'r divine, Who follows where instructive Nature draws ; | Is it deficient in the main design? Aims at rewards by her indulgence giv'n, Not só: the day shall come, (pretend not now And soars triumphant on her wings to heav'n. | Presumptucuz to inquire or when, or how Say what this venal virtuous man pursues;

But) after death shall come th' important day, No mean rewards, no mercenary views;

When God to all his justice shall display; Not wealth usuvious, or a num'rous train, Each action with impartial eves regard, Not fame by fraud zcquird, or title vain! And in a just proporiion punish and reward.

• Bishop of Worcester,






$1. The Traveller ; or, a Prospect of Society. I Lakes, forests, cities, plains, extending wide, Inscribed to the Rev. Dir. H. Goldsmith. The pompotkings, the shepherd's humbler pride.

1 WhenthusCreation'scharmsaround combine, .: By Dr. Goldsmith.

Amidst the store should thankless pride repine? D EMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Say, should the philosophic mind disdain[rain? R Or by the lazy Scheld, or wand'ring Po; Thai good which makes each huinbler bosom Or ontvard, where the rude Carinthian boor Let school-taught pride dissemble all it can, Against the houseless stranger shuts the door : These little things are great to little inan; Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies, And wiser he, whose sympathetic mind A weary waste expanding to the skies : Exults in all the good of all mankind. (crown'd; Where'er I roam, whatever realms toʻsec, Ye glitt'ring towns, with wealth and splendor My heart, untravellid, fondly turns to thee: Yefields, where summer spreads profusion round; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, Ye lakes, whose vessels catch the busy gale; And drags, at each remove, a length'ning chain. Ye bending swains, that dress the flow'ry vale;

Eternal blessings crown my earliest friend, For me vour tributary stores combine : And round his dwelling guardian saints attend; Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine! Bless'd be that spot where cheerful guests retire, As some lone iniser visiting his store, To pause from toil, and trim their evening fire; Bend, at his treasure, counts, recunints it o'er; Bless'd that abode where want and pain repair, Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, And ev'ry stranger finds a ready chair:

Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still: Bless'd be those feasts, with simple pleutycrown'd, Thus to my breast alternate passions rise, splies: Where all the ruddy family around

Pleasd with cach good that Heaven to man sup. laugh at the jest or pranks that never fail, Yet ofi a sigh prevails, and sorrows fall, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tile; To see the hoard of human bliss so small; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And oft I wish, amidst the scene, to find And learn the luxury of doing good!

Some spot to real liappiness consign'd, But me, not destin'd such delights to share, Where inty worn soul,each wand'ring hopeat rest, My prime of life in wand'ring spent, and carc; May gather bliss to see my fellows blest. Impell'd, wiih steps unceasing to pursue. But where to find that happiest spot below, Sone fleeting good that mochaine with the view; Who can direct, when all pretend to know'; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, The shudd'ring tenant of the frigid zone Allures from far, yet as I follow flies;

Boldly proclains that happiest spot his own; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, (Extols the treasures of his stormy scas, And find no spot of all the world my own. And his long nights of revelry and ease :

E'en now, where Alpine solitudes ascend, The naked negro, panting at the fine, I sit me down a pensive hour to spend ; Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine; And plac'd on high, above the storms career, Basks in the glure, or stems the tepid ware, Look downward where anlıundred realmsappear; And thanks bus gods for all the good they gave.


Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam : The canvas glow'd beyond e'en Nature warm : His first, best country, ever is at home. The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form; And yet, perhaps, if countries we compare, Till, more musieady than the southern gale, And estimate the blessings which they 'share, Commerce on other shores display'd her sail ; Though patriots flatter, still shall wisdom find While nought remain'd of all that riches gave, An equal portion dealt to all mankind;

But towns unmann'd, and lords without a slave: As different good, by art or nature given, And late the nation found, with fruitless skill, To different nations, makes their blessings even. Its foriner strength was but plethoric ill. Nature, a mother kind alike to all,

Yet still the loss of wealth is here supplied Still grants her bliss at labor's earnest call; | By arts, the splendid wrecks of former pride ; With food as well ihe peasant is supplied

From these the feeble heart and long-fall'n mind On ldra's cliffs as Amo's shelvy side;

An easy compensation seem to find. And tho' the rocky-crested summits frown, Here may be seen, in bloodless pomp array'd, These rocks by custom turn to beds of down. The pasteboard iriumph, and the cavalcade; From art more various are the blessings sent; Processions form'd for piety and love, Wealth, commerce, honor, liberty, content. A mistress or a saint in ev'ry grove. Yet these each other's pow'r so strong contest, Bs sports like these are all their cares beguild, That either seems destructive of the rest. [fails; The sports of children satisfy the child : Where wealih and freedom reign, contentment Each nobler aim, repress'd by long control, And honor sinks where commerce long prevails. Now sinks at last, or feebly mans the soul; Hence ev'ry state, to one lov'd blessing prone, While luw deli hts, succeeding fast behind, Conforms and models life to that alone. In happier nican ness occupy the mind : Each to the fav'rite happiness attends,

| As in ihose domnes where Cæsars once bore swas, And spurns the plan that aims at other ends; Defac'd by time, and tott'ring in decay, Till carried to excess in each domain,

'There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, This fav'rite good begets peculiar pain.

The shelter-secking peasant builds his shed; But let us try these truths with closer eves, | And, wondering man could want the larger pile, And trace them through the prospect as it lies: Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile. Here for a while, my proper cares resign'd, My sonl, turn from them- turn we to survey Here let me sit, in sorrow for mankind; Where rougher climes a nobler race display; Like yon neglecter! shrub at random casi, Where the bleakSwiss their stormymansiontread, That shades the sleep, and sighs at ev'ry blast. And force a churlish soil for scanty bread :

Far to the right, where Apennine ascends, No product here the barren hills afford Bright as the summer, Italy extends ;

But man and steel, the soldier and his sword. Its uplands sloping Jeck the mountain's side, No vernal blooms ihir'torpid rocks array, Woods over woods in gay theatric pride; But winter ling'ring chills the lap of May; Whileoftsome temple's mould'ring tops between No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast, . With vonerable grandeur mark the scene. But mieteors glare, and storiny glooms invest:

Could Nature's bounty satisfy the breast, Yet still e’en here Content can spread a charm, The sons of Italy were surely blest.

Relress the clime, and all its rage disarm. Whatever fruits in different climes are found, Tho'poor the peasant's hut, his feast tho'small, That proudly rise, or humbly court the ground; He sees his litile lot the lot of all; Whaterer blooms in torrid iracts appear, Sees no contiguous palace'rcar its head, Whose bright succession decks the varied year; To shame the meanness of his humble shell ; Wbaieser sweets salute the northern sky No costly lord the sumptuous banquet deal, With vernal lives, that blossom but to die: To make him loath his vegetable meal; These here disporting, own the kindred soil, But calm, and bred in ignorance and toil, Vor ask luxnriance from the planter's toil; Each wish contracting, fits him to the soil. While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand, Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose, Towinnow fragrance round the smiling land. Breathes the keen air, and carols as lie goes;

But small the bliss that sense alone bestows, With patient angle trolls the finny deep, And sensual bliss is all the nation knows. lOr drives his vent'rous ploughsliare to the sicer; In florid beauty groves and fields appear, Or seeks the den where snow-iracks mark the Man seems the only growth that dwindles here. And drags the struggling savage into lay. (way, Contrasted faults through all his manners reigu : At nighi returning, ev'ry labor speil, Tho' poor, luxurious; tho' submissive, vain; I | He siis him down the niorarch of a shed; Tho' grave, yet trifling; zealous, yet untrue; Smiles by his cheerful fire, pd round surveys And e'en in penance planning sins anew. His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze ; All evils here contaminate the mind,

While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard, That opulence departed leaves behind ; Displays her cleanly platter on the board: For wealth was theirs; not far remov'd the date, | And haply too some pilgrim, thither led, When coinmerce proudly Hourish'd through the With many a tale repays the nightly bed. At her command the palace learn'd to rise, Istate: Thus ev'ry good liis native wilds inipart, Aguin the long-fall'a columna sought the skies : Imprints the patriot passion on his heast;

And e'en those hills that round his mansion rise, They please, are pleas'd, they give to get esteein;
Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Till, seeming blest, they grow to what they seen.
Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, But while this sofier art their bliss supplies,
And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; It gives their follies also room to rise ;
And as a child; when scaring sounds molest, For praise too dearly lov'd, or warmly sought,
Clings close and closer to the mother's breast; Enfeebles all internal strength of thought;
So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, And the weak soul, within itself unblest,,
But bind him to his native mountains more. Leans for all pleasure on another's breast,

Such are the charins to barren states assign'd: Hence ostentation here, with tawdry art,
Their wants but few, their wishies all contin'd. Pants for the vulgar praise which fools impart:
Yet let them only share the praises due ; Here vanity assumes her pert grimace,
If few their wants, their pleasures are but few : | And trims her robes of frize with copper-lace;
For ev'ry want that stimulates the breast, Here beggar pride defrauds her daily cheer,
Becomes a source of pleasure when redrest. (Aies, To boast one splendid banquet once a-year;
Whence from such lands each pleasing science. Themind stillturns where shifting fashiondraws,
That first excites desire, and then supplies; Nor weighs the solid worth of self-applause.
Unknown to them, when sensual pleasures cloy,! To men of other minds my fancy flies,
To fill the languid pause with finer joy; Embosound in the deep where Holland lies.
Unknown those pow'rs that raise thesoul toflame, Methinks her patient sons before me stand,
Catch ev'ry nerve, and vibrate through the frame. Where the broad occan leans against the land;
Their level life is but a mould'ring fire,

And, sedulous to stop the coming tide, Unquench’d by want, un fann'd by strong desire; Lift the tall ranspire's artificial pride. Untit for raptures; or, if raptures cheer Ouward methinks, and diligently slow, On some high festival of once a year,

The firin counected bulwark seenys to grow; In wild excess the vulgar breast iakes fire, Spreads its long arms amidst the wat'ry roar, Till buried in debauch the bliss expire. Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore;

But not their joys alone thus coarsely flow; While the pent ocean, rising o'er the pile, Their morals, like their pleasures, are but low: Sees an amphibious world beneath him smile; For, as refinement stops, from sire to son, The slow canal, the yellow-blossom'd vale, Unalier'd, vnimprov'd, the manners run ; The willow-tufied bank, the gliding sail, And love's and friendship's finely pointed dart The crowded mart, the cultivated plain, Falls blunted from each indurated heart.. Ti new creation rescued from his reign. Some sterver virtues o'er the mountain's breast Thus, while around the wave-subjected soil May sit like falcons cow'ring on the nest; | Impels the native to repeated toil, But all the gentler morals, such as play sway; Industrious habits in each bosom reign, Thro’life's more cultur'd walks, and charin the And industry begets a love of gain. These far dispers'd, or timorous pinions fly, Hence all the good from opulence that springs, To sport and Hutter in a kinder sky.

With all those ills superfluous treasure brings, To kinder skies, where'gentlernianners reign, Are heredisplay'd. Their much-loy'd wealth im. I turn,--and France displays her bright domain. Convenience, plenty, clegance, and arts; [parts Gay sprightly land of mirth and social ease, But view them closer, craft and fraud appear; . Pleas'd with thyself whom all the world can E'en liberty itself is barter'd here! How often have I led thy sportive choir, (please, At gold's superior charnis all freedom fies; . With tuneless pipe, beside the murm'ring Loire! The needy sell it, and the rich man buys; Where shading elms along the margin grew, A land of tyrants, and a den of slaves, And freshen's Trom the wave, the zephyr flew; Here wretches seek dishonorable graves. And haply, tho' my harsh touch falt'ring still, and calınly bent, to servitude conform, But mock'dall tune, and marr’d the dancer's skill, Dull as their lakes that slumber in the storm, Yet would the village praise my wond'rous pow'r, Heavens! how unlike their Belgic sires of old! And dance, forgetful of the noontide hour! Rough, poor, content, ungovernably bold; Alike all ages: dames of antient days

| War in each breast, and freedom on each brow; Have led their children thro' the mirthful nraze; How much unlike the sons of Britain now! And the gay grandsire, skilld in gestic lore, Fir'dat the sound, my Genius spreads herwing, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore. And flies where Britaiii courts the western spring;

So blest a life these thoughtless realms display, Where lawns extend that scorn Arcadian pride; Thus idly busy rolls their world away :

And brighter streams than fam'd Hydaspes glide: Theirs are those arts that mind to mind endear, There all around the gentlest breezes stray, For honor forms the social temper here. |There gentle music melts on ev'ry spray; Honor, that praise which real merit gains,' Creation's mildest charms are there combin'd; Or c'en imaginary worth obtains,

Extremes are only in the master's mind! Hlere passes current; paid from hand tu hand: Stern o'er each bosom Reason holds her state, It shifis in splendid traffic round the land : With daring aims irregularly great: Prom courts to camps, to cottages, it strays, Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, And all are tauglit au avarice of praise : I see the lords of human kind pass by ;

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Inient on high designs a thoughtful'band, till, half a patriot, half a coward grown,
By forms unfasbion'd fresh from nature's hand ; | I Ay from petty tyranits to the throne.
Fierce'in their native hardiness of soul,

Yes, brother, curse with me that baleful hour; True to imagin'd right above control :

When first ambition struck at regal pow'r, While c'en the peasant boasts these rights to scan, And ihus, polluting honor in its source, And learns to venerate himself as man.

Gave wealth to sway the mind with double force. Thine, Freedom, thine the blessings pictur'd

Have we not seen, round Britain's peopled shoré, here,

Her useful sons exchang'd for useless ore; Thine are those charms, that dazzle and endear; Seen all her triumphs but destruction haste, Too blest indeed were such without alloy,

Like Maring tapers, bright'ning as they waste ; ; But foster'd e’en by Freedom ills annoy:

Seen Opulence, her grandeur to maintain, That independence Britons prize too high,

| Lead stern Depopulation in her train,
Keeps man from man, and breaks the social tie; And over fields, where scatter'd hamlets rose,
The self-dependent lordlinys stand alone ;

In barren solitary pomp sepose ?
All claims that bind and sivecten life unknown; Have we not seen at Pleasure's lordly call,
Here, by the bonds of Nature feebly held,

The smiling long-frequented village fall?
Ninds combat minds, repelling and repellid.

Beheld the dutcous son, the sire decay'd, Ferments arise, imprison'd factious roar,

'The modest matron, and the blushing maid, Repress'd ambition struggles round her shore;

re; Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train, Till, over-wrought, the general system feels

| To traverse climes beyond the western main ; Its motions stop, or phrenzy fire the wheels.

| Where wild Oswego spreads hier swamps around Vor this the worst. As Nature's ties decay, And Nisonra sous with thund'ring sound ? ' As duty, love, and honor fail to sway, Fictitious bonds, the bonds of wealih and law,

E'en now, perhaps, as there some pilgrim strays

Thro' mangled forests, and thro' dangerous ways'; Still gather strength, and force unwilling awe. Where beasts with inan divided empire clain), Hence all obedience bow's to these alone,

And the brown Indian marks witli murd'rousain, And talents sinks, and mcrit weeps unknown; There, while above the giddy tempest Hies,

when strippe or an ner And all around distressful vells arise, charms,

The pensive exile, bending with his woe, The land of scholars and the nurse of arms,

| To stop too fearful, and too faint to go, Where noble stems transmit the patriot Aame, Casts a long look where England's glories shine Where kings liave toil'd, and poets wrote for And bids his bosom sympathize with inine. One sink of lerel avarice shall lie, Flaine,

ne, Vain, very vain, my weary search to find And scholars, soldiers, kings, unhonor'd die. That bliss which only centres in the mind ?

Yet think not thus, when Freedom's ills I state, Why have I stray'd from pleasure and repose,
I mean to Aatter kings, or court the great :

| To seek a good each government bestows?
Ye pow'rs of truth that bid my soul aspire,
Far from my bosom drive the low desire!

In ev'ry government, tho' terrors reign, And thou fáir Freedom, taught alike to feel

| Though ivrant kings or tvrant laws restrain, The rabble's rage, and tyrant's angry steel;

| How small, of all that human hearts endure,

That part which laws of kings can cause or cure! Thou transitory flow'r, alike undone

Still to ourselves in ev'ry place consign'd,
By proud Contenipt, or Favor's fost'ring sun,

Our own felicity we make or find :
Still may thy blooms the changeful clime endure, with secret course, which no loud storms ann
I only would repress them to secure :

| Glides the sinooth current of domestic joy. For just experience tells, in ev'ry soil, That those who think must govern those who toil; Luke's iron crown. and Dainiens' bed of steel,

The lified ax, the agonizing wheel, And all that Freedom's highest aims can scach, To men remote from pow'r but rarely known, Is but to lay proportion'd loads on each. Hence, should one order disproportion'd grow,

Leave reason, faith, and conscience, all our own. Its double weight inust ruin all below.

(), then, how blind to all that truth requires, L 62. The Deserted l'illage. Goldsmith. Who think it freedom when a part aspires, Calm is my soul, nor apt to rise in arms,

Sweet Auburn ! loveliest village of the plain, Except when fast approaching danger warms: Where health and plenty cheer'd the laboring But when contending chiefs blockade the throne, swain ; ! Contracting regal pow'r to stretch their own; Where smiling spring its carliest visit paid, When I behold a factious band agree

And parting summer's ling'ring blooms delay'di To call it freedom when nemselves are free ; Dear lovely bow'rs of innocence and ease, Each wanton judge new penal statutes draw, Scats of my youth when ev'ry sport could please, Laws grinu the poor, and rich men rule the law; How often have I loiter'd o'er ihy green, The wealth of climes, where satage nations where humble happiness endear'd each scene! roah,

| How often have I paus'd on ev'ry charm, Pillag'd from slaves, to purchase slaves at home; The shelter'd cot, the cultivated farm, Fear, pity, justice, indignation start,

The never-failing brook, the busy mill, [hill, Tear off reserve, and bare my swelling heart; The decent church that topp'd the neighb'ring

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