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A fresher green the smelling leaves display,
And, glittring as they tremble, cheer the day :
The weather courts them from the poor retreat,
And the glad master bolts the wary gate.

While hence they walk, the pilgrims bosom wrought
With all the travail of uncertain thought;
His partner's acts without their cause appear;
'Twas there a vice; and seem'd a madness here;
Detesting that, and pitying this, he goes,
Lost and confounded with the various shows.

Now night's dim shades again involve the sky ;)
Again the wand'rers want a place to lie :
Again they search, and find a lodging nigh.
The soil improv'd around, the mansion neat,
And neither poorly low, nor idly great,
It seem'd to speak its master's turn of mind,
Content, and not for praise but virtue kind.

Hither the walkers turn with weary feet,
Then bless the mansion, and the master greet.
Their greeting fair, bestow'd with modest guise,
The courteous master bears, and thus replies :

" Without a vain, without a grudging heart,
To him who gives us all, I yield a part ;
From him you come, for him accept it here,
A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.”
He spoke and bid the welcome table spread,
Then talk'd of virtue till the time of bed :
When the grave household round his hall repair,
Warn’d by a bell, and close the hours with pray'r.

At length the world, renew'd by calm repose,
Was strong for toil; the dappled morn arose ;
Before the pilgrims part, the younger crept
Near the clos'd cradle, where an infant slept,
And writh'd his neck : the landlord's little pride,
O strange return! grew black, and gasp'd, and died.
Horror of horrors ! what! his only son!
How look'd our hermit when the fact was done!
Not hell, tho' hell's black jaws in sunder part,
And breathe blue fire, could more assault his heart.

Confus'd and struck with silence at the deed,
He flies ; but, trembling, fails to fly with speed.
His steps the youth pursues ; the country lay
Perplex'd with roads ; a servant show'd the way:
A river cross'd the path ; the passage o'er
Was nice to find; the servant trod before :

Long arms of oaks an open bridge supplied,
And deep the waves beneath the bending branches glide.
The youth, who seem'd to watch a time to sin,
Approach'the careless guide, and thrust him in :
Plunging be falls, and rising lifts his head :
Then flashing turns, and sinks among the dead.

Wild sparkling rage inflames the father's eyes ;
He bursts the bands of fear, and madly cries;
“ Detested wretch !"_But scarce bis speech began,
When the strange partner seem'd no longer man.
His youthful face grew more serenely sweet;
His robe turn'd white, and flow'd upon his feet;
Fair rounds of radiant points invest his hair ;
Celestial odours breathe through purpled air;
And wings whose colours glitter'd on the day,
Wide at his back their gradual plumes display.
The form ethereal bursts upon his sigbt,
And moves in all the majesty of light.

Tho' loud at first the pilgrim's passion grew,
Sudden he gaz'd, and wist not what to do';
Surprise, in secret chains, his words suspends,
And in a calm his settling temper ends.
But silence here the beauteous angel broke ;
The voice of music ravish'd as he spoke.'

“ Thy pray'r, thy praise, thy life to vice unknown,
In sweet memorial rise before the throne;
These charms success in our bright region find,
And force an angel down to calm thy mind;
For this commission'd, I forsook the sky
Nay, cease to kneel-thy fellow-servant I.
Then know the truth of government Divine,
And let these scruples be no longer thine,
The Maker justly claims that world he made :
In this the right of Providence is laid.
Its sacred majesty through all depends
On using second means to work his ends.
'Tis thus, withdratyn in state from human eye,

The Pow'r exerts his attributes on high ; - Your action, uses, nor controls your will;

And bids the doubting sons of men be still.
What strange events can strike with more surprise,
Than those which lately struck thy wond'ring eyes
Yet, taught by these, confess th' Almighty just;
And, where you can't unriddle, learn to trust.

“ The great vain man, who far'd on costly food, Whose life was too luxurious to be good ; Who made his iv'ry stands with goblets shine, And forc'd his guests to morning draughts of wine ; Has, with the cup, the graceless custom lost, And still be welcomes, but with less of cost.

“ The mean suspicious wretch, whose bolted door Ne'er mov'd in pity to the wand'ring poor, With him I left the cup, to teach his mind That Heav'n can bless, if mortals will be kind. Conscious of wanting worth, be views the bowl, And feels compassion touch his grateful soul. Thus artists melt the sullen ore of lead, With heaping coals of fire upon its head : In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow, And, loose from dross, the silver runs below.

“ Long had our pious friend in virtue trod; But now the child half wean'd his heart from God: Child of his age, for him he liv'd in pain, And measur'd back his steps to earth again. To what excesses had his dotage run! But God, to save the father, took the son. To all but thee in fits he seem'd to go ; And 'twas my ministry to deal the blow. The poor fond parent, humbled in the dust, Now owns in tears the punishment was just. But how had all his fortunes felt a wrack ! Had that false servant sped in safety back! This night his treasur'd heaps he meant to steal, And what a fund of charity would fail ! Thus heaven instructs thy mind; this trial o'er, Depart in peace, resign, and sin no more.”

On sounding pinions here the youth withdrew; The sage stood wond'ring as the seraph flew. Thus look'd Elisha, when, to mount on high, His master took the chariot of the sky; The fiery pomp ascending left the view; The prophet gaz'd, and wish'd to follow too. ? The bending hermit here a pray’r begun : ' Lord! as in heav'n, on earth thy will be done. Then, gladly turning, sought his ancient place; . And pass'd a life of piety and peace.- PARNELL.

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The love of the world detected.

THUS says the prophet of the Turk: Good Mussulman, abstain from pork : There is a part in ev'ry swine No friend or follower of mine May taste, whate'er his inclination, On pain of excommunication. Such Mahomet's mysterious charge, And thus he left the point at large. Had he the sinful part express'd, They might with safety eat the rest : But for one piece they thought it hard From the whole hog to be debarr'd; And set their wit at work to find What joint the prophet had in mind. Much controversy straight arose ; These choose the back, the belly those ; By some, 'tis confidently said He meant not to forbid the head ; While others at that doctrine rail, And piously prefer the tail. Thus, conscience freed from ev'ry clog, . Mahometans eat up the hog.

You laugh—'tis well—the tale applied May make you laugh on t other side. “Renounce the world,” the preacher cries “ We do," a multitude replies. While one as innocent regards A snug and friendly game at cards : And one, whatever you may say, Can see no evil in a play; Some love a concert, or a race, And others, shooting and the ckace. .

Revil'd and lov'd, renounc'd and follow'd,
Thus bit by bit the world is swallow'd ;
Each thinks his neighbour makes too free,
Yet likes a slice as well as he :
With sophistry their sauce they sweeten,
Till quite from tail to snout 'tis eaten. CowPER.


On Friendship. WAT virtue, or what mental grace, But men, unqualified and base,

Will boast it their profession ? Profusion apes the noble part Of liberality of heart,

And dulness, of discretion.
If ev'ry polish'd gem we find,
Illuminating heart or mind,

Provoke to imitation;
No wonder Friendship does the same,
That jewel of the purest flame,

Or rather constellation.
No knave but boldly will pretend
The requisites that form a friend,

A real and a sound one ;
Nor any fool he would deceive,
But prove as ready to believe,

And dream that he has found one.
Candid, and generous, and just,
Boys care but little whom they trust,

An error soon corrected
For who but learns in riper years,
That man, when smoothest he appear,

Is most to be suspected ?
But here again a danger lies,
Lest having misemploy'd our eyes,

And taken trash for treasure,
• We should unwarily conclude:
· Friendship a false ideal good,

A mere Utopian pleasure.
An acquisition rather rare,
Is yet no subject of despair ;

Nor is it wise complaining,


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