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587. OUR COUNTRY. And let the sa- 588. MORAL EFFECTS OF INTEMPERANCE cred obligations which have devolved. on The sufferings of animal nature, occasioned this generation, and on us, sink deep into by intemperance, are not to be compared with our hearts. Those are daily dropping from the moral agonies, which convulse the soul. among us, who established our liberty and It is an immortal being, who sins, and suters; our government. The great trust now des and, as his earthly house dissolves, he is apcends to new hands. Let us apply our proaching the judgment-seat, in anticipation selves to that which is presented to us, as of a zniserable eternity. He feels his captiour appropriate object. We can win no lau- vity, and, in anguish of spirit, clanks his rels in a war for independence. Earlier and chain, and cries for help. Conscience thunworthier hands have gathered them all. Nor gers, remorse goads, and, as the gulph opens are there places for us by the side of Solon, before him, he recoils, and trembles, and and Alfred, and other founders of states. weeps, and prays, and resolves, and pro Our fathers have filled them. But there re- mises, and reforms, and" seeks it yet again;" mains to us a great duty of defence and pre- again resolves, and weeps, and prays, and servation; and there is opened to us, also, a “ seeks it yet again!" Wretched man! he noble pursuit, to which the spirit of the times has placed himself in the hands of a giant, strongly invites us. Our proper business is who never pities, and never relaxes his iron improvement. Let our age bé the age of im- gripe. He may struggle, but he is in chains. provement. In a day of peace, let us advance He may cry for release, but it comes not; the arts of peace, and the works of peace; and lost! lost! may be inscribed on the door. let us develop the resources of our land; call posts of his dwelling. In the meantime, these forth its powers, build up its institutions, pro- paroxysms of his dying nature decline, and inote all its great interests, and see whether a fearful apathy, the harbinger of spiritual we also, in our day and generation, may not death, comes on. His resolution fails, and perform something worthy to be remembered. his mental energy, and his vigorous enterLet us cultivate a true spirit of union and prise ; and nervous irritation and depression harmony. In pursuing the great objects which ensue. The social affections lose their fullour condition points out to us, let us act un ness and tenderness, and conscience loses its der a settled conviction, and an habitual feel- power, and the heart its sensibility, until all ing, that these twenty-six states are one that was once lovely, and of good report, recountry. Let our conceptions be enlarged tires and leaves the wretch, abandoned to to the circle of our duties. Let us extend our the appetites of a ruined animal. In this deideas over the whole of the vast field in which ploraile condition, reputation expires, busiwe are called to act. Let our object be, our ness falters, and becomes perplexed, and country, our whole country, and nothing but temptations to drink multiply, as inclination our country. And, by the blessing of God, to do so increases, and the power of resistance may that country itself become a vast and declines. And now the vortex roars, and the splendid monument, not of oppression and struggling victim buffets the fiery wave, with terror, but of wisdom, of peace, and of liberty, feebler stroke, and warning supplication, unupon which the world may gaze with admir- til despair flashes upon his soul, and, with an ation forever.-Webster.
outcry, that pierces the heavens, he ceases to DISAPPOINTED AMBITION.
strive, and disappears.- Beecher. In full-blown diguity-see Wolsey stand,
THE DESTRUCTION OF SENACHERTB. Law-in his voice, and fortune-in his hand; (sign; The Assyrian came down, like a woll-on the fold, To him, the church, the realm, their powers con
And his cohorts-were gleaming-in purple, and gold; Through him, the rays of regal bounty shine;
And the sheen of his spears-was like stars-on the sa,
When the blue wave-rolls nightly, on deep Galilee. Turnd by his nod, the cream of honor flows;
Like the leaves of the forest-when summer is green, His smile alone, security bestows.
That host, with their banners, at sunset were seen: Sull, 10 new heights, his restless wishes tower; Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, Claim leads to claim, and power advances power; That host, on the morrow lay withered and strown. Till conquest, unresisted, ceased to please,
For the angel of death-spread his wings on the blast, And rights submitted-left hiin none to seize.
And breathed in the face of the foe, as he passed ; At length, his sovereign frowns; the train of state
And the eyes of the sleepers-wared deadly, and chill,
And their hearts, but once heared, and forever, were stin Mark the keen glance, and watch the sign to hate. Where'er he turns, he meets a stranger's eye;
And there-lay the steed, with his nostrils all wide,
But through them—there rolled not the breath of his pride; Jis suppliants scorn him, and his followers fly. And the foam of his gasping-lay white on the turk, How drops, at once, the pride of awful state,
And cold-as the spray of the rock-beating surf. The golden canopy, the glittering plate,
And there-lay the rider, distorted, and pale, The regal palace, the luxurious board,
With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; The liveried army, and the menial lord!
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lancesunlifted, the trumpetsunblown. With age, with cares, with maladies oppressed,
And the widows of Ashur--are Aud in their wail, lie seeks the refuge or monastic rest.
And the idols are broke-in the temple of Baal; Grief aids disease, remembered folly sungs,
And the might of the Gentile, udsmote by the swond, And his last sighs-reproach the faith of kings.
Hath melted, like snow, in the glance of the Lord :- Byron Expectation. It is proper for all to re- bor nations, as between neighbor citizens.
Justice-is as strictly due between neigle member, that they ought not to raise expecta: A highwayman is as much a robber, when and that it is more pleasing to see smoke he plunders in a gang, as when single, and brightening into flame, than flame-sinking
a nation, that makes an unjust war, is only into smoke.
a great gang. Frailty-thy paine is Man; the earth-waita her king.
True happiness is to no place confined: Pruty -thy name is Woman; the earth-waite ber queen. But still is found in a contented mind
597. NATIONAL GLORY.
and the morrow's meecs,We are asked, what have we gained by the No daunting thoughts-came o'er hin: ; war'! I have shown, that we have lost noth- He looked around him, and his eyeig, either in rights, territory, or honor; noth- Defiance flashed--to earth, and sky. my, for which we ought to have contended, according to the principles of the gentlemen
He looked on ocean,-its broad breast in the other side, or according to our own.
Was covered with his fleet; Have we gained nothing-by the war? Let
On earth : and saw, from east-- to wesig any man--look at the degraded condition of His bannered millions meet: this country--before the war, the scorn of While rock, and glen, and cave, and co2s. the universe, the contempt of ourselves, and
Shook--with the war-cry of that lost, tell me if we have gained nothing by the
The thunder--of their feet! war. What is our present situation ?' Respectability, and character, abroqıl, security,
He heard--the imperial echoes ring,and confidence, at hume. If we have not ob He heard, -and felt himself-a king. tained, in the opinion of some, the full meas- I saw him, next, alone: nor camp, ure of retribution, our character, and constitu
Nor chief, his steps attended; tion, are placed on a solid basis, never to be shaken.
Nor banner blazed, nor courser's tramp, The glory acquired by our gallant tars, by
With war-cries, proudly blended, our Jacksons, and our Browns on the land-- He, stood alone, whom fortune high, is that-nothing? True we had our vicissi- So lately, seemed to deify; tudes: there are humiliating events, which He, who with heaven contended, the patriot cannot review, without deep re- Fled, like a fugitive, and slave! gret --but the great account, when it comes to be balanced, will be found vastly in our
Behind, -the foe; before,—the wave. favor. Is there a man, who would obliterate, He stood; fleet, army, treasure,-gonc.from the proud pages of our history, the bril- Alone, and in dispair! liant achievements. of Jackson, Brown, and But wave, and windswept ruthless 02, Scott, and the host of heroes on land, and For they were monarchs there; sea, whom I cannot enumerate? Is there a man, who could not desire a participation
And Xerxes, in a single bark,
Where late-his thousand ships were dark, in the national glory, acquired by the war? Yes, national glory, which, however the ex
Must all their sury dare : pression may be condemned by some, must What a revenge--a trophy, thisDe cherished by every genuine patriot.
For thee, immortal Salamis ! - Jewebury. What do I mean by national glory? Glo- 599, OSSIAN'S ADDRESS TO THE MOUN. ry such as Hull, Jackson, and Perry have acquired. And are gentlemen insensible to
Daughter of heaven, fair art thou! the sitheir deeds--to the value of them in anima- lence of thy face is pleasant! Thou comest ting the country in the hour of peril hereaf- forth in lovliness. The stars attend thy blue ter? Did the battle of Thermopylæ--pre-course in the east. The clouds rejoice in serve Greece but once? Whilst the Missis- thy presence, O moon. They brighten their sippi--continues to bear the tributes of the dark-brown sides. Who is like thee, in heave Iron Mountains, and the Alleghenies--to her en, light of the silent night! The stars, in Delta, and to the Gulf of Mexico, the eighth thy presence, turn away their sparkling eyes. of January shall be remembered, and the glo when the darkness of thy countenance grows?
Whither dost thou retire froin thy course, ry of that day shall stimulate future patriots, Hast thou thy hall, like Ossian? Dwellest and nerve the arms of unborn freemen, in thon in the shadow’of grief! Have thy sisdriving the presumptuous invader from our country's soil.
ters fallen from heaven? Are they, who re
Yes! Gentlemen may boast of their insensibility joice with thee at night, no more? to feelings inspired by the contemplation of they have fallen, fair light! and thou dost oft: such events. But I would ask, does the re- en retire to mourn. But thou thyself shalt collection of Bunker's Hill, Saratoga, and fail, one night, and leave thy blue path in
heaven. Yorktown, afford no pleasure? Evely act of noble sacrifice of the country, every in
'The stars will then lift up their heads, and stance of patriotic devotion to her cause, has rejoice. Thou art now clothed with thy its beneficial influence. A nation's character brightness. Look from thy gates in the sky. is the sum of its splendid deeds; they con
Burst the cloud, O wind, that the daughter of stitute one common patrimony, the nation's night may look forth: that the shaggy mouninheritance. They awe foreign powers; they tains may brighten, and the ocean roll i:3 arouse and animate our own people. I love
white waves in light. true glory. It is this sentiment which ought to be cherished; and, in spite of cavils, and Her sails were set, but the dying wind sneers, and attempts to put it down, it will Scarce wooed them, as they trembled on the yard rise triumphant, and finally conduct this na- With an uncertain motion. She arose, tion to that height-to which nature, and na. As a swan rises on her gilded wings, ture's God-have destined it.-Clay.
When on a lake, at sunset, she uprears 598. THE FLIGHT OF XERXES,
Her form from out the waveless stream, and steers I saw him--on the batile-eve,
Into the far blue ether--So, that ship
Seem'd lifted from the waters, and suspended, Proad hosts, in glittering helm, and greave,
Wing'd with her bright sails, in the silent air. And prouder chiefs-before him:
For age, and want, serve-while you may; The 'warrior, and the warrior's deeds No morning sun-lasts a whole day. BRONSON. 16
392. A BATTLE-FIELD. We cannot see Cæsar says to me.--"Darest thou, Cassius, now an individual expire, though a stranger, or Leap in with me, into this angry food, an enemy, without being sensibly moved, and and swim to yonder point ?"– Upon the word, prompted by compassion, to lend him every Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, assistance in our power. Every trace of re- and bade him follow; so, indeed, he did. wentment—vanishes in a moment; every other emotion-gives way to pity and terror. The torrent roared, and we did buffet it ; In these last extremities, we remember noth- With lusty sinews, throwing it aside, ing, but the respect and tenderness, due to And stemming it, with hearts of controversy. our common nature. What a scene, then, But ere we could arrive the point proposed, must a field of battle present, where thou- Cæsar cried,—"Help me, Cassius, or I sink.'' sands are left, without assistance, and with. I, as Æneas, our great ancestor, out pity, with their wounds exposed to the piercing air, while their blood, freezing as it Did from the flames of Troy, upon his shculder Aows, binds them to the earth, amid the The old Anchises bear, 80, from the waves or trampling of horses, and the insults of an en- Did I-the tired Cæsar; and this man- [T'ider ranged foe! Far from their native home, Is now-become a god; and Cassius-is no tender assiduities of friendship, no well- A wretched creature, and must bend his body, known voice, no wife, or mother, or sister, is ir Cæsar-carelessly but nod on him. near, to soothe their sorrows, relieve their thirst, or close their eyes in death. Unhappy
He had a fever when he was in Spain, man! and must you be swept into the grave, and when the fit was on him, I did mark unnoticed, and unnumbered, and no friendly How he did shake : 'lis true, this god did shake; tear be shed for your sufferings, or mingled His coward lips did from their color fly; with your dust?
And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the 593. BURIAL OF SIR JORN MOORE. Did lose its lustre ; I did hear him groan, [world, Not a drum I was heard i nor a funeral | note, Aye, and that tongue of his,that bade the Romans
As his corse I to the ramparts, I we hurried, Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Not a soldier I discharged I his farewell shot, “Alas!" it cried_"Give me some drink, Titinius."
O'er the grave I where our hero I we buried. As a sick girl. We buried him I darkly lat dead of night,
Ye gods! it doth amaze me, The turf) with our bay'nets I turning.
A man of such a feeble temper-should By the struggling moonbeam's I misty light, So get the start of the majestic world, And our lanterns I dimly burning.
And bear the palm alone. Few and short I were the prayers I we said, Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world,
And we spoke I not a word l of sorrow, [dead, Like a Colossus, and we, petty men, But we steadfastly gazed I on the face of the
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about, And we bitterly thought I on the morrow.
To find ourselves dishonorable graves. No useless coffin Iconfined his breast,
Men, at some time, are masters of their fates : Nor in sheet | nor in shroud I we bound him, The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But he lay I like a warrior I taking his rest,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings. [Cæsari With his martial cloak laround him.
Brutus--and Cesar ! What should he in that We thought | as we heaped I the narrow bed,
Why should that name be sounded more than And smoothed down I his lonely pillow,
yours? That the foe I and the stranger I would tread o'er
Write them together: yours is as fair a name ; And we | far away on the billow. [his head, Sound them: it doth become the mouth as well, Lightly they'll talk 1 of the spirit I that's gone,
Weigh them: it is as heavy ; conjure with 'em: And o'er his cold ashes I upbraid him,
Brutus-will start a spirit, as soon as Cæsar. But nothing he'll reck | if they let him sleep on,
Now, in the name of all the gods at once, In the grave I where a Briton has laid him. Upon what meats-doth this our Cæsar feed, But half I our heavy task I was done,
That he hath grown so great ? Age, thou art When the clock I told the hour for retiring,
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods. And we heard the distant (and random gun, That the foe I was sullenly firing.
When went there by an age, since the great fiond,
But it was famed with more than with one man! Blowly I and sadly I we laid him down, From the field of his fame, fresh, and gory,
When could they say, till now, that talked or
That her wide walls encompassed but one mani
Oh! you, and I-have heard ove fathers say, 594. CASSIUS AGAINST CESAR.
There was a Brutus once, th't would have brooked Honor-is the subject of my story ;
The infernal devil, to keep his state in Rome, I cannot tell what you, and other men-
As easily as a king.
A warm heart-in this cold world-is like
A beacon-light-wasting feeble flame
Upon the wintry deep, that feels it not, We have both fed as well; and we can both
And, trembling with each pitiless gust th'r bloke Endure the winter's cold as well as he.
Till its faint fire-is spent. For, once upon a raw and gusty day,
Nature, in her productions slow, aspires, The troubled Tiber, cbafing with its shores, By just degrees, to reach perfec'ion's height.
804. AGAINST THE AMERICAN WAR. Nothing on earth, but you I prize, I cannot, my lords, I will not, join in con
All else is tritting in my eyes; gratulation on misfortune, and disgrace. This,
And cheerfully, would I resign my lords, is a perilous, and tremendous mo
The wealth of worlds, to call you minus ment. It is not a time for adulation: the
But, if another gain your hand, smoothness of flattery-cannot save us, in
Far distant from my native land,
Far lience, from you, and hope, I'll flv, this rugged, and awful crisis. It is now ne- And in some foreign region die." Pessary, to instruct the throne, in the language of truth. We must, if possible, dispel the de
The muiden heard, and thus replied: lusion, and darkness, which envelop it; and
"Ir iny consent to be your bride, display, in its full danger, and genuine colors,
Will make you happy, then be blest;
But grant me, first, one small request; the ruin, which is brought to our doors. Can
A sacrifice I must demand, ministers, still presume to expect support, in
And, in return, will give my hang." their infatuation? Can parliament, be so
** A sacrifice! O speak its name, dead to its dignity, and duty, as to give their
For you I'd forfeit wealth, and fame; support to measures, thus obtruded, and for
Take my whole fortune-every cent" ced upon them? Measures, my lords, which have reduced this late flourishing empire—to
“'Twas something more than wealth I meant" scorn, and contempt! “But yesterday, and
Must I the realms of Neptune trace! Britain might have stood against the world;
O speak the word-where'er the place,
For you, the idol of my soul, now, none so poor, as to do her reverence.
Id e'en explore the frozen pole; The people, whom we at first despised as re
Arabia's sandy desert tread, bels, but whom we now acknowledge as ene
Or trace the Tigris to its lead." mies, are abetted against us, supplied with
"O no, dear sir, I do not ask, every military store, have their interest con
long a voyage, so hard a task; sulted, and their embassadors entertained by You must--but ah! the boon I want, our inveterate enemy-and ministers do not, I have no hope that you will grant." and DARE not, interpose, with dignity, or ef- " Shall I, like Bonaparte, aspire fect. The desperate state of our army abroad, To be the world's imperial sire? is in part known. No man more highly es- Express the wish, and here I vow, teems, and honors the British troops, than I To place a crown upon your brow." do; I know their virtues, and their valor; I * Sir, these are trifles"-she replied know they can achieve anything, but impos- " But, if you wish me for your bride, sibilities; and I know that the conquest of You must-but suill I fear to speakBritish America is an impossibility. You You'll never grant the boon I seek." cannot, my lords, you cannot conquer Amer- "O say!" he cried" dear angel say ica. What is your present situation there? What must I do, and I obey; We do not know the worst; but we know, No longer rack me with suspense, that in three campaigns, we have done no Speak your commands, and send me henee." thing, and suffered much. You may swell “ Well, then, dear generous youth she cries, every expense, and accumulate every assist- " H thus my heart you really prize, ance, and extend your traffic to the shambles And wish to link your fate with mine, of every German despot: your attempts will
On one condition I am thine; be forever vain, and impotent-doubly so,
Twill then become my pleasing duty, indeed, from this mercenary aid, on which
To contemplale a husband's beauty; you rely; for it irritates, to an incurable re
And, gazing on his manly face, sentment, the minds of your adversaries, to
His feelings, and his wishes trace;
To banish thence each mark of care, overrun them with the mercenary sons of ra
And light a smile or pleasure there. pine, and plunder, devoting them, and their
O let me then, 'uis all I ask, possessions, to the rapacity of hireling cruelty.
Commence at once the pleasing task; If I were an Americiin, as I am an English- O let me, as becomes my place, man, while a foreign troop was landed in my Cut those huge whiskers from your face." country, I never would lay down my arms; She said-but 0, what strange surprisca No-Never, never, never.-Chatham.
Was pictured in her lover's eyes!
Like lightning, from the ground he sprung, 605. THE WHISKERS.
While wild annazement tied his tongue; The kings, who rule mankind with haughty sway,
A statue, motionless, he gazed, The prouder pope, whom even kings obey - (fall, Astonish'd, horror-struck, amazed Love, at whose shrine both popes, and monarchs
So, look'd the gallant Perseus, when And e'en self-interest, that controls them all
Medusa's visage met his ken; l'ossess a petty power, when all combined.
So, look'd Macbeth, whose guilty eye Compared with fashion's influence on mankind; Discernd an "air-drawn dagger" nigh; For love itself will oft to fashion bow;
And so, the prince of Denmark stared, rte following story will convince you how: When first his father's ghost appeared. A petit maitre wooed a fair,
At length, our hero, silence broke,
And thus, in wildest accents spoke:
* Cut off my whiskers! O ye gods'
So lost to fashion, and to taste,
To win an impress to my arms;
Though blest with more than mortal charma “ Pity my grief, angelic fair,
My whiskers! Zounds!" He said no more,
But quick retreated through the door,
And sought a less obdurale fair,
To take the beau, with all his hair.-- Woodworth My love, no language can express,
This path, you say, is hid in endlees night;
Tu self concou, alouc, obstructe your sight.
597. Ossii.r's ADDRESS TO THE Sur. O 599. OF Elocutiox. Eloci tione thou, that rollest above, round as the shield art, or the act, of so delivering our own tisu ts of my fathers ! whence are thy beams, (and feelings, or the thoughts and feelings of sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest others, as not only to convey to those around forth in thy awful beauty; the stars - hide us, with precision, force, and harmony, the tull themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and purport, and meaning of the words and sene pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou, tences, in which these thoughts are clothed; thyself, movest alone: who can be a com- but also, to excite and to impress upon their panion of thy course? The oaks of the minds the feelings, imaginations, and pas mountains fall; the mountains themselves sions, by which those thoughts are dici ted, or decay with years: the ocean shrinks, and by which they should naturally be accompanjgrows again; the moon, herself, is lost in the ed. Elocution, therefore, in its more ample heavens; but thou-art forever the same, re- and liberal signification, is not confined to ino joicing in the brightness of thy course. When mere exercise of the organs of speech. i! the world is dark with tempests, when thun- embraces the whole theory and practice of ders roll, and lightnings fly, thou lookest in the exterior demonstration of the inwart thy beauty from the clouds, and laughest at workings of the mind. To concentrate what the storm. But to Ossian—thou lookest in has been said by an allegorical recapitulation: vain; for he beholds thy beams no more; Eloquence—may be considered as the soul, or whether thy yellow hair-flows on the east- animated principle of discourse; and is deern clouds, or thou tremblest at the gates of pendent on intellectual energy and intellectthe west. But thou art, perhaps, like me, for ual attainments. Elocution — is the embo a season: thy years will have an end. Thou dying form, or representative power; depe wilt sleep in thy clouds, careless of the voice dent on exterior accomplishments, and on of the morning.
the cultivation of the organs. Oratori-is
the complicated and vital existence, resulting 598. DOUGLAS'S ACCOUNT OF HIMSELF.
from the perfect harmony and combination My name is Norval: on the Grampian hills
of eloquence and elocution. The vital exis My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain, tence, however, in its full perfection, is one Whose constant cares, were to increase his store, of the choicest rarities of nature. The high And keep his only son, myself, at home.
and splendid accomplishments of oratory, For I had heard of battles, and I longed
even in the most favored age and the mod
favored countries, have been attained by few; To follow to the field-some warlike lord;
and many are the ages, and many are the And Heaven soon granted--what my sire denied. countries, in which these accomplishments This moon which rose last nighi,round as my shield, have never once appeared. Generations have Had not yet filled her horn, when, by her light, succeeded to generations, and centuries have A band of fierce barbarians, from the hills,
roiled after centuries, during which, the inRushed like a torrent-down upon the vale,
tellectual desert has not exhibited even one Sweeping our flocks and herds. The shepherds icd solitary specimen of the stately growth and
Aourishing expansion of oratorical genius For safety, and for succor. 1, alone,
The rarity of this occurrence is, undoubtedly, With bended bow, and quiver full of arrows, in part, to be accounted for, from the difficul. Hovered about the enemy, and marked
ty of the attainment. The palm of oratori The road he took ; then hasted to my friende, cal perfection is only to be grasped--it is, in I’hoin, with a troop of fifty chosen men,
reality, only to be desired, by aspiring souls, I met advancing. The pursuit I led,
and intellects of unusual energy. It reTill we o'ertook the spoil-encumbered foe. (drawn, quires a persevering
toil which few would be
contented to encounter; a decisive intrepid We fought, and conquered. Ere a sword was ity of character, and an untamableness of An arrow from my bow-had pierced their chief, mental ambition, which very, very few can Who wore, that day, the arms which now I wear. be expected to possess. It requires, also, Returning home in triumph, I disdained
conspicuous opportunities for cultivation and The shepherd's slothful life; and having heard disp to which few can have the fortune That our good king—had summoned his bold peers the hardihood to endeavor to create.
to be born, and which fewer still will have To lead their warriors to the Carron side, I left iny father's house, and took with me
VIRTUE THE GUARDIAN OF YOUTH. A chosen servant to conduct my steps,
Down the smooth stream of life the stripling daris, Yon trembling coward, who forsook his master. Gay as the morn; bright glows the vernal sky, journeying with this intent, I passed these towers, Hoogwells his sails, and Passion steers his course And, heaven-directed, came this day to do So girdes his little bark along the shore, The happy deed, that gilds my humble naine. Where virtue takes her stand: but if too far
He launches forth beyond discretion's mark, MORAL TRUTH INTELLIGIBLE TO ALL.
Sudden the tempest scowls, the surges roar, T'he shepherd lad, who, in the sunshine, carves
Blot his fair day, and plunge him in the deer. On the green turf a dial, lo divide The silent hours; and who, to that repori,
-My boy, the unwelcome hour is com, Can portion out his pleasures, and adapt
When thou, transplanted from thy genial home, His round of pastoral duties, is not let
Must find a colder soil, and bleaker air, With less intelligence, for moral things,
And trust for safety-10 a stranger's care Of gravest import. Early, he perceives, Deccit—is the false road to happiness ; Within himself, a measure, and a rule,
And all the joys we trarel to, through rice, Which, 10 the sun of truth, he can apply, Like fairy banquets, vanish when we touch them Thce shines for him, and shines fa: all mankind. See all, but man, with unearn'd pleasure gay.