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Bells at a distance.-Their effeét.-A fine noon in win

ter.- A sheltered walk.--Meditation better than
books.Our familiarity with the course of nature
makes it appear less wonderful than it is. - The
transformation that spring effects in a shrubbery
described. -- A mistake concerning the course of nature
corre&ted.God maintains it by an unremitted act.

-The amusements fashionable at this hour of the
day reproved.--Animals happy, a delightful sight.
Origin of cruelty to animals.-—That it is a great crime
proved from scripture.That proof illustrated 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 beslowed by
the author on animals.--Instances of man's extra-
vagant praise of man.-The groans of the creation
Jhall have an end.-A view taken of the restoration
of all things.-- An invocation and an invitation of
him who shall bring it to pass.--The retired man
vindicated from the charge of uselessness.-Con-
clufion.

THE

TA S K.

BOOK VI.

THE WINTER WALK AT NOON.

THERE is in souls a sympathy 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 soft the music of those village bells,
Falling at intervals upon the ear
In cadence sweet, now dying all away,
Now pealing loud again, and louder still,
Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on!
With easy force it opens all the cells

Where mem'ry slept. Wherever I have heard
A kindred melody, the scene recurs,
And with it all its pleasures and its pains.
Such comprehensive views the spirit takes,
That in a few short moments I retrace
(As in a map

the voyager his course)
The windings of my way through many years.
Short as in retrospect the journey seems,
It seem'd not always short; the rugged path,
And prospect oft so dreary and forlorn,
Mov'd many a sigh at its disheart'ning length.
Yet, feeling present evils, while the past
Faintly impress the mind, or not at all,
How readily we wilh time spent revok’d,
That we might try the ground again, where once
(Through inexperience, as we now perceive)
We miss’d that happiness we might have found !
Some friend is gone, perhaps his son's best friend !
A father, whose authority, in show

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