THE TRAVELLER;

OR,

A PROSPECT OF SOCIETY.

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REMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, slow,'
Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po;
Or onward where the rude Carinthian boor"
Against the honseless stranger shuts the door;
Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies,
A weary waste expanding to the skies;
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee:
Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain,
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.'

Eternal blessings crown my earliest friend,
And round his dwelling guardian saints attend.

"Onward, methinks, and diligently slow."-The Traveller.
"With fainting steps and slow."- Edwin and Angelina.

"Then as I pass'd with careless steps and slow."-The Deserted Village. "Chamier,' said Johnson, 'once asked me what he meant by slow; the last word in the first line of "The Traveller." Did he mean tardiness of locomotion? Goldsmith, who would say something without consideration, answered, “Yes." I was sitting by and said, "No, sir, you do not mean tardiness of locomotion; you mean that sluggishness of mind which comes upon a man in solitude." Chamier believed I had written the line as much as if he had seen me write it.'"-BosWELL by Croker, p. 580.

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Carinthia was visited by Goldsmith in 1755, and still (1853) retains its character for inhospitality.

"The farther I travel, I feel the pain of separation with stronger force; those ties that bind me to my native country and you are still unbroken. By every remove I only drag a greater length of chain."-The Citizen of the World, Letter iii.

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Blest be that spot, where cheerful guests retire
To pause from toil, and trim their evening fire;
Blest that abode, where want and pain repair,
And every stranger finds a ready chair;
Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd,'
Where all the ruddy family around

Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail,
Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale;
Or press the bashful stranger to his food,
And learn the luxury of doing good."

But me, not destin'd such delights to share,
My prime of life in wandering spent and care;
Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue

Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view;"
That, like the circle bounding earth and skies,
Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies;*

My fortune leads to traverse realms alone,
And find no spot of all the world my own."

Ev'n now, where Alpine solitudes ascend,
I sit me down a pensive hour to spend;
And, plac'd on high above the storm's career,
Look downward where an hundred realms appear;

"Blest be those feasts where mirth and peace abound."

First, Second, and Third Editions.

Imit." Hard was their lodging, homely was their food, For all their luxury was doing good.”—GARTH, Claremont. "When will my wanderings be at an end? When will my restless disposition give me leave to enjoy the present hour? When at Lyons, I thought all happiness lay beyond the Alps; when in Italy, I found myself still in want of something, and expected to leave solitude behind me by going into Romelia; and now you find me turning back, still expecting ease everywhere but where I am."-The Bee, No. 1.

"Death, the only friend of the wretched, for a little while mocks the weary traveller with the view, and, like his horizon, still flies before him."-The Vicar of Wakefield, chap. xxix.

Lakes, forests, cities, plains, extending wide,'
The pomp of kings, the shepherd's humbler pride.

When thus Creation's charms around combine,
Amidst the store, should thankless pride repine??
Say, should the philosophic mind disdain

That good which makes each humbler bosom vain?'
Let school-taught pride dissemble all it can,
These little things are great to little man;
And wiser he, whose sympathetic mind

Exults in all the good of all mankind.

Ye glittering towns, with wealth and splendor crown'd;
Ye fields, where summer spreads profusion round;
Ye lakes, whose vessels catch the busy gale;

Ye bending swains, that dress the flowery vale;
For me your tributary stores combine:
Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!

As some lone miser, visiting his store,
Bends at his treasure, counts, recounts it o'er;
Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill,
Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still:
Thus to my breast alternate passions rise,

Pleas'd with each good that Heaven to man supplies:

Yet oft a sigh prevails, and sorrows fall,

To see the hoard of human bliss so small;'

And oft I wish, amidst the scene, to find

Some spot to real happiness consign'd,

Where my worn soul, each wandering hope at rest,
May gather bliss to see my fellows blest.

"Lakes, forests, cities, plains, extended wide."

First, Second, and Third Editions.

"Amidst the store, 'twere thankless to repine."

First Edition, altered in Second.

3""Twere affectation all, and school-taught pride,
To spurn the splendid things by Heaven supply'd."

First Edition, altered in Second.

"To see the sum of human bliss so small."

First, Second, and Third Editions.

But, where to find that happiest spot below,'
Who can direct, when all pretend to know?
The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone
Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own;'
Extols the treasures of his stormy seas,
And his long nights of revelry and ease:
(The naked negro, panting at the line,
Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine,
Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave,
And thanks his gods for all the good they gave.
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,
His first, best country ever is at home.
And yet, perhaps, if countries we compare,'
And estimate the blessings which they share,
Though patriots flatter, still shall wisdom find
An equal portion dealt to all mankind;
As different good, by Art or Nature given,
To different nations makes their blessings even.

Nature, a mother kind alike to all,
Still grants her bliss at Labor's earnest call;
With food as well the peasant is supplied
On Idra's cliffs as Arno's shelvy side;
And though the rocky-crested summits frown,*
These rocks, by custom, turn to beds of down.

"Yet, where to find," etc.-First, Second, and Third Editions.
"Boldly asserts that country for his own."

First Edition, altered in Second.
3" And yet, perhaps, if states with states we scan,
Or estimate their bliss on reason's plan,
Though patriots flatter and though fools contend,
We still shall find uncertainty suspend;
Find that each good, by art or nature given,

To these or those, but makes the balance even:
Find that the bliss of all is much the same,
And patriotic boasting reason's shame."

First Edition, altered in Second.

"And though rough rocks or gloomy summits frown."

First Edition, altered in Second.

From Art more various are the blessings scnt;
Wealth, commerce, honor, liberty, content.
Yet these each other's power so strong contest,
That either seems destructive of the rest.

Where wealth and freedom reign, contentment fails,
And honor sinks where commerce long prevails.
Hence every state to one lov'd blessing prone,
Conforms and models life to that alone.
Each to the favorite happiness attends,
And spurns the plan that aims at other ends;
"Till, carried to excess in each domain,
This fav'rite good begets peculiar pain.

But let us try these truths with closer eyes,
And trace them through the prospect as it lies:
Here for a while my proper cares resign'd,
Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind;
Like yon neglected shrub at random cast,
That shades the steep, and sighs at every blast.

Far to the right where Apennine ascends,
Bright as the summer, Italy extends;
Its uplands sloping deck the mountain's side,
Woods over woods in gay theatric pride;

While oft some temple's mould'ring tops between
With venerable grandeur mark the scene.

Could Nature's bounty satisfy the breast,
The sons of Italy were surely blest.
Whatever fruits in different climes were found,
That proudly rise, or humbly court the ground;
Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear,
Whose bright succession decks the varied year;
Whatever sweets salute the northern sky
With vernal lives, that blossom but to die;
These here disporting own the kindred soil,
Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil;
While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand
To winnow fragrance round the smiling land.