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independent states, they have full power to levy war', conclude peace, I contract alliances, l establish commerce, and to do all other acts and things which independent states may of right do. I
And for the support of this declaration, I'with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, /?we mutually pledge to each other | our lives', / our for'. tunes, and our sacred honour.
THE JOURNEY OF A DAY, A PICTURE OF HUMAN LIFE.
(DR. JOHNSON.) Obidah, the son of Abensina, I left the caravansera early in the morn'ing, I and pursued his journey through the plains of Indos,tan. He was fresh, and vigorous with resti ; | he was animated with hope'; | he was incited by desire'; | he walked swiftly forward over the va’lleys, and saw the hills gradually rising before him. I
As he passed along, I his ears were delighted with the morning song of the bird of paradise; 1 he was fanned by the last flutters of the sinking breeze', / and sprinkled with dew from groves of spices. ! He sometimes contemplated the towering height of the oak', i monarch of the hills, ; ! and sometimes caught the gentle fragrance of the prim'rose, f eldest daughter of the spring : / all his senses were grat'ified, I and all care was banished from his heart.
Thus he went on, / till the sun approached his meridian, and the increased heat preyed upon his strengthı; , he then looked round about him | for some more commodious path. | He saw, on his right hand, a grove | that seemed to wave its shades as a sign of invitation; I he entered it, and found the coolness, and verdure irresistibly pleasant. |
He did not, however, I forget whither he was travelling,a | but found a narrow way, bordered with flowers, |
which appeared to have the same direction with the main road. ; 1 and was pleased, that by this happy experiment, he had found means to unite pleasure with business, and to gain the rewards of diligence without suffering its fatigues.
He, therefore, still continued to walk for a time, without the least remission of his ardour, , except that he was sometimes tempted to stop by the music of the birds which the heat had assembled in the shade. ; ! and sometimes amused himself with plucking the flowers that covered the banks on either side, I or the fruit that hung upon the branches.
At last, the green path began to decline from its first tendency, / and to wind among hills, and thick ets, i cooled with fountains, and murmuring with waterfalls. Here Obidah paused for a time, and began to consider / whether it were longer safe to forsake the known, and common track ; | but remembering that the heat was now in its greatest violence, I and that the plain was dusty, and uneven, | he resolved to pursue the new path / which he supposed only to make a few meanders, | in compliance with the varieties of the ground, and to end at last in the common road.1
Having thus calmed his solicitude, he renewed his pace', I though he suspected that he was not gaining ground. | This uneasiness of his mind, I inclined him to lay hold on every new object, / and give way to every sensation that might soothe, or divert him. He listened to every echo; The mounted every hill for a fresh pros'pect; | he turned aside to every cascade ; 1 and pleased himself with tracing the course of a gentle river | that rolled among the trees, / and watered a large region | with innumerable circumvolutions. /
In these amusements, the hours passed away unaccounted ; | his deviations had perplexed his memory, and he knew not towards what point to travel. | He
stood pensive, and confused, / afraid to go forward, lest he should go wrong', I yet conscious that the time of loitering was now past. / While he was thus tortured with uncertainty, / the sky was overspread with clouds. ; 1 the day vanished from before him; and a sudden tempest gathered round his head.
He was now roused by his danger, / to a quick, and painful remembrance of his folly; I he now saw how happiness is lost, I when ease is consulted ; | he lamented the unmanly impatience that prompted him to seek shelter in the grove'; I and despised the petty curiosity | that led him on from trifle to trifle. 1 While he was thus reflecting, I the air grew black er, and a clap of thunder broke his meditation.
He now resolved to do what yet remained in his power, I to tread back the ground which he had passed, and try to find some issue | where the wood might open into the plain. He prostrated himself on the ground, I and recommended his life to the Lord of Nature. | He rose with confidence, and tranquil·lity, I and pressed on with resolution. The beasts of the desert were in mo'tion, I and on every hand I were heard the mingled howls of rage', and fear', - | and ravage, and expiration. All the horrors of darkness, and solitude, surrounded him :) the winds roared in the woods, I and the torrents tumbled from the hills. /
Thus forlorn, and distressed, | he wandered through the wild, I without knowing whither he was going, I or whether he was every moment | drawing nearer to safety, or to destruction. | At length, not fear, I but la bour, began to overcome him; T his breath grew short, and his knees trembled ; , and he was on the point of lying down in resignation to his fate', / when he beheld, through the brambles, / the glimmer of a taper.
He advanced towards the light'; / and finding that it proceeded from the cottage of a hermit, he called humbly at the door, and obtained admission. The old man set before him | such provisions as he had collected for himself, on which Obidah fed with eagerness, and gratitude.
When the repast was over, , “ Tell me," said the hermit, ' “ by what chance thou hast been brought hither? | I have been now twenty years' | an inhabitant of the wilderness, / in which I never saw a man before.” | Obidah then related the occurrences of his journey, I without any concealment, or palliation. |
“Son," said the hermit, “ let the errors, and follies, the dangers, and escape of this day, I sink deep into thy heart. | Remember, my son, I that human life' is the journey of a day. ! We rise in the morning of youth, | full of vigour, and full of expectation; I we set forward with spirit, and hope, I with gaiety, and with diligence, and travel on awhile | in the direct road of piety, / towards the mansions of rest.
“In a short time, we remit our fer,vour, I and endeavour to find some mitigation of our duty, I and some more easy means of obtaining the same end. | We then relax our vigour, I and resolve no longer to be terrified with crimes at a distance; I but rely upon our own constancy, and venture to approach what we resolve never to touch. | We thus enter the bowers of ease, | and repose in the shades of security. I
“Here the heart softens, / and vigilance subsides. ; | we are then willing to inquire | whether another advance cannot be made, I and whether we may not, at least, I turn our eyes' upon the gardens of pleasure. | We approach them with scruple, and hesitation; / we en ter them, but enter timorous, and trembling; i and always hope to pass through them | without losing the road of virtue, which, for a while, we keep in our sight', | and to which we purpose to return. | But temptation succeeds temptation, and one compliance, prepares us for another; / w in time lose the happiness of in'nocence, / and solace our disquiet with sensual gratifica“By degrees, we let fall the remembrance of our original intention, I and quit the only adequate object of rational desire. We entangle ourselves in business,“ | immerge ourselves in lux'ury, I and rove through the labyrinths of inconstancy; | till the darkness of old age', begins to invade us, I and disease, and anxiety obstruct our way. | We then look back upon our lives with horror, with sor'row, with repentance; and wish, I but too often vain ly wish, that we had not forsaken the ways of virtue.
“Happy are they, my son, who shall learn from thy example, I not to despair. ; C | but shall remember, 1 that, though the day is past, I and their strength is wasted, I there yet remains one' effort to be made: 1 that reformation is never hopeless, I nor sincere endeavours ever unassisted ; | that the wanderer may at length return, after all his errors; and that he who implores strength, and courage from above, I shall find danger, and difficulty give way before him. ! Go now, my son, to thy repose ; commit thyself to the care of Omnipotence; I and when the morning calls again to toil, I begin anew thy journey, and thy life.” |
(YOUNG.) The bell strikes one. | We take no note of time But from its loss. : to give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angeld spoke, I feel the solemn sound. ¡ If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours. I Where are they? | With the years beyond the floods. | It is the signal that demands despatch': / How much is to be done! | My hopes, and fears Start up alarm'd', I and o'er life's narrow verge
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