lieve what I have written; that I have taken all poffible pains, in my country excurfions for thefe four or five years paft, to be certain of what I allege, and that all my views and enquiries have led me to believe those miferies real, which I here attempt to difplay. But this is not the place to enter into an inquiry whether the country be depopulating or not: the difcuffion would take up much room; and I should prove myself, at beft, an indifferent politician, to tire the reader with a long preface, when I want his unfatigued attention to a long poem. IN regreting the depopulation of the country, I inveigh against the increase of our luxuries; and here alfo I expect the fhout of modern politicians against me. For twenty or thirty years paft, it has been the fashion to confider luxury as one of the greatest national advantages; and all the wisdom of antiquity in that particular as erroneous. Still, however, I must remain a profeffed ancient on that head, and continue to think thofe luxuries prejudicial to ftates, by which fo many vices are introduced, and so many kingdoms have been undone. Indeed, fo much has been poured out of late on the other fide of the question, that, merely for the fake of novelty and variety, one would fometimes with to be in the right. 1 am, dear S1R, Your fincere friend, and ardent admirer, OLIVER GOLDSMITH.. THE DESERTED VILLAGE. SWEET AUBURN, lovelieft village of the plain, Where health and plenty chear the labouring fwain, Where fmiling fpring its earliest visit paid, And And ftill, as each repeated pleafure tir'd, Thefe were thy charms, fweet village; fports likethefe, With fweet fucceffion, taught even toil to please ;: These round thy bowers their cheerful influence fled, These were thy charms--But all these charms are fled. SWEET fmiling village, lovelieft of the lawn, The hollow-founding bittern guards its neft; ILL fares the land, to haft'ning ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. 14 Princes Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A TIME there was, ere England's griefs began,. When every rood of ground maintain'd its man ; For him light Labour spread her wholesome store, Just gave what life requir'd, but gave no more; His best companions, innocence and health; And his beft riches, ignorance of wealth. BUT times are alter'd: Trade's unfeeling train And every pang that folly pays to pride. Liv'd in each look, and brighten'd all the green ;; SWEET AUBURN! parent of the blissful hour, Thy glades forlorn confefs the tyrant's power, Here as I take my folitary rounds, Amidst thy tangling walks, and ruin'd grounds, IN In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs-and God has given my shareItill had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst thefe humble bowers to lay me down; My anxious day to hufband near the close, And keep life's flame from wafting by repose; I ftill had hopes, for pride attends us ftill, Amidst the fwains to fhow my book-learn'd skill, Around my fire an ev'ning group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I faw:: And, as an hare whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew,. I ftill had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return-and die at home at last. O BLEST retirement ! friend to life's decline, Retreats from care that never must be mine. How bleft is he who crowns, in fhades like thefe, A youth of labour with an age of ease; Who quits a world where ftrong temptations try, And fince 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep ; No furly porter ftands in guilty ftate, To fpurn imploring famine from his gate; But on he moves to meet his latter end, Angels around befriending virtue's friend; Sinks to the grave with unperceiv'd decay, While refignation gently flopes the way, And all his profpects bright'ning at the laft, His heaven commences ere the world be past! SWEET was the found, when oft at evening's close, Up yonder hill the village murmur rofe; There as I pafs'd with careless fteps and flow, The mingling notes came foften'd from below 15 The |