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ARGUMENT of the SIXTH BOOK.

Bells at a distance.-Their effect.-A fine noon in winter. -A sheltered walk.-Meditation better than books. Our familiarity with the course of nature makes it appear lefs wonderful than it is.-The transformation that fpring effects in a fhrubbery defcribed.-A mistake concerning the course of nature corrected.—God maintains it by an unremitted act. The amusements fashionable at this hour of the day reproved.—Animals kappy, a delightful fight. mals.—That it is a great crime proved from scripture. -That proof illuftrated by a tale.-A line drawn between the lawful and unlawful destruction of them. -Their good and useful properties infifted on.-Apology for the encomiums bestowed by the author on animals.-Inftances of man's extravagant praife of man.The groans of the creation fhall have an end.-A view taken of the restoration of all things. An Invocation

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The retired man vindicated from the charge of uselessness.

Conclufion.

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THERE is in fouls a fympathy with sounds,
And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleas'd
With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave.
Some chord in unison with what we hear

Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies.
How foft the mufic of thofe village bells
Falling at intervals upon the ear

In cadence sweet! now dying all away,
Now pealing loud again and louder ftill,
Clear and fonorous, as the gale comes on.

With easy force it opens all the cells
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Where mem'ry flept. Wherever I have heard
A kindred melody, the fcene recurs,

And with it all its pleasures and its pains.
Such comprehensive views the spirit takes,

That in a few fhort moments I retrace.

(As in a map the voyager his courfe)

The windings of my way through many years.
Short as in retrospect the journey feems,

It feem'd not always fhort; the rugged path,
And profpect oft fo dreary and forlorn,

Mov'd many a figh at its difheart'ning length.
Yet feeling prefent evils, while the past
Faintly imprefs the mind, or not at all,

How readily we wifh time spent revok'd,
That we might try the ground again, where once
(Through inexperience as we now perceive)

We mifs'd that happinefs we might have found!
Some friend is gone, perhaps his fon's best friend,
A father, whofe authority, in fhow

When

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