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ARGUMENT OF THE FIFTH BOOK.

A frosty morning.-The

foddering of cattle.The woodmax and his dog.The poultry -Whimsical effects of frost at a waterfall. --The Empress of Rufia's palace of ice.Amusements of monarchs.-War, one of them.--Wars, whence. And whence monarchy.--The evils of it.English and French loyalty contrasted.-The Bastille and a prisoner there.— Liberty the chief recommendation of tbis country.--Modern patriotism questionable, and why. -The perishable nature of the best human institutions.Spiritual liberty not perishable. The pavish state of man by nature.-Deliver him, Deifi, if you can.-

-Grace muft do it. The respective merits of patriots and martyrs ftated.Their different treatment.--Happy freedom of the man whom grace makes free. His relish of the works of God. --Address to tbe Creator.

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'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb
Ascending, fires th' horizon; while the clouds,
That crowd away before the driving wind,
'More ardent as the disk emerges more,
Resemble most some city in a blaze,
Seen through the leafless wood. His Nanting ray
Slides ineffectual down the snowy vale,
And, tinging all with his own rosy hue,
From ev'ry herb and ev'ry spiry blade
Stretches a length of shadow o'er the field.
Mine, spindling into longitude immense,
In spite of gravity, and sage remark
That I myself am but a fleeting shade,

Provokes me to a smile. With eye

alkance I view the muscular proportion'd limb Transform'd to a lean thank. The shapeless pair, As they design’d to mock me, at my side Take step fur step; and, as I near approach The cottage, walk along the plaster'd wall, Prepost'rous fight the legs without the man. The verdure of the plain lies buried deep Beneath the dazzling deluge; and the bents, And coarser grass, upspearing o'er the rest, Of late unsightly and unseen, now shine Confpicuous, and, in bright apparel clad And fledg’d with icy feathers, nod fuperb. The cattle mourn in corners where the fence Screens them, and seem half petrified to sleep In unrecumbent sadness. There they wait Their wonted fodder; not like hung'ring man, Fretful if unsupplied; but filent, meek, And patient of the slow-pac'd fwain's delay. He from the stack carves out th' accustom'd load, Deep-plunging, and again deep-plunging oft, His broad keen knife into the solid mass : Smooth as a wall the upright remnant stands, With such undeviating and even force He severs it away: no needless care, Lest storms should overset the leaning pile.

Deciduous, or its own unbalanc'd weight.
Forth goes the woodman, leaving unconcern'd
The cheerful haunts of man; to wield the axe
And drive the wedge, in yonder forest drear,
From morn to eye his solitary task.
Shaggy, and lean, and shrewd, with pointed ears
And tail cropp'd short, half lurcher and half cur
His dog attends him. Close behind his heel
Now creeps he now; and now, with many a frisk
Wide-scamp'ring, snatches up the drifted snow
With iv'ry teeth, or ploughs it with his snout;
Then shakes his powder'd coat, and barks for joy.
Heedless of all his pranks, the Aturdy churl
Moves right toward the mark; nor itoops for aught,
But now and then with pressure of his thumb
T'adjust the fragrant charge of a short tube
That fumes beneath his nose: the trailing cloud
Streams far behind him, fcenting all the air.
Now from the rooft, or from the neighb'ring pale,
Where, diligent to catch the first faint gleam
Of smiling day, they goflipp'd fide by side,
Come trooping at the housewife's well-known call
The feather'd tribes domestic. Half on wing,
And half on foot, they brusk the fleecy flood,
Conscious and fearful of too deep a plunge.
The sparrows peep, and quit the felt’ring caves
VOL. II,

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