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“But where's the passage to the skies ! -
The road through death's black valley lies.
Nay, do not shudder at my tale ;
Tho' dark the shades, yet safe the vale.
This path the best of men have trod :
And who'd decline the road to God ?
Oh! 'tis a glorious boon to die !
This favour can't be priz'd too high."

While thus she spoke, my looks expressid
The raptures kindling in my breast ;
My soul a fixʼd attention gave ;
When the stern monarch of the grave,
With haughty strides apsroach'd :-amaz'd
I stood, and trembled as i gaz'd.
The seraph calnı’d each anxious fear,
And kindly wip'd the falling tear ;
Then hasten'd with expanded wing
To meet the pale, terrific king.
But now what milder scenes arise !
The tyrant drops his hostile guise ;
He seems a youth divinely fair,
In graceful ringlets waves his hair ;
His wings their whit’ning plumes display,
His burnish'd plumes reflect the day ;
Light flows his shining azure vest,
And all the angel stands confess'd.

I view'd the change with sweet surprise ;
And, Oh! I panted for the skies :
Thank'd heav'n, that e'er I drew my breath ;
And triumph'd in the thoughts of death.-Com

CHAP III.
DIDACTIC PIECES.

SECTION I.

The vanity of wealih.
No more thus brooding o'er yon heap,
With av'rice painful vigils keep ;
Still uncnjoy'd the present store,
Still endless sighs are breath'd for more.
Oh ! quit the shadow, catch the prize,
Which not all India's treasure buys !
To purchase heav'n has gold the pow'r !
Cao gold remove the mortal hour?

Are friendship's pleasures to be sold ?
No-all that's worth a wish-a thought,
Fail virtue gives unbrib'd, unbought.
Cease then on trash thy hopes to bind ;
Let nubler views engage thy mind.—DR. JOHNSON

SECTION II.

Nothing formed in vain. Let no presuming impious railer tax Creative wisdom ; as if ought was form’d In vain, or not for admirable ends. Shall little haughty ignorance pronounce His works unwise, of which the smallest part Exceeds the narrow vision of her mind ? As if, upon a full-proportion'd dome, On swelling columns heav'd, the pride of art! A critic-fly, whose feeble ray scarce spreads An inch around, with blind presumption bold, Should dare to tax the structure of the whole. And lives the man, whose universal eye Has swept at once th' unbounded scheme of things ; Mark'd their dependence so, and firm accord, As with unfalt'ring accent to conclude, That this availeth nought ? Has any seen The mighty chain of beings, iess’ning down From infinite perfection, to the brink Of dreary nothing, desolate abyss ! From which astonish'd thought, recoiling, turns ? Till then alone let zealous praise ascend, And hymns of holy wonder, to that POWER, Whose wisdom shines as lovely in our minds, As on our smiling eyes his servant sun.-THOMSON.

SECTION III.

On Pride. Of all the causes, which conspire to blind Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is pride, the never failing vice of fools. Whatever nature has in worth deny'd, She gives in large recruits of needful pride! For, as in bodies, thus in souls, we find What wants in blood, and spirits, swelld with wim).

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Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence,
And fills up all the mighty void of sense.
If once right reason drives that cloud away,
Truth breaks upon us with resistless day.
Trust not yourself ; but, your defects to know,
Make use of ev'ry friends and ev'ry foe.
A little learning is a dangerous thing ;
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring •
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain ;
And drinking largely sobers us again.
Fir'd at first sight with what the muse imparts,
In fearless youth we tempt the heights of arts,
While, from the bounded level of our mind,
Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ,
But more advanc'd, behold, with strange surprise,
New distant scenes of endless science rise !
So, pleas'd at first the tow'ring Alps we try,
Mount o’er the vales, and seem to tread the sky,
Th: eternal snows appear already past,
And the first clouds and mountains seem the last :
But, those attain’d, we tremble to survey
The growing labours of the lengthen'd way;
Th' increasing prospect tires our wand'ring eyes,
Hills
peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.-POPE

SECTION IV.

Cruelty to brutes censured. I would not enter on my list of friends, (Though grac'd with polish'd manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility,) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm. An inadvertent step may crush the snail, That crawls at evening in the public path; But he that has humanity, forewarn’d, Will tread aside, and let the reptile live. The creeping vermin, loathsome to the sight, And charg'd perhaps with venom, that intrudes A visiter unwelcome into scenes Sacred to neatness and repose, th' alcove, The chamber, or refectory, may die. A necessary act incuirs no blame. Not so, when held within their proper bounds, And gniltless of offence they range the air, Or take their pastime in the spacious field.

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There they are privileg'd. And he that hunts
Or harms them there, is guilty of a wrong ;
Disturbs th' economy of nature's realm,
Who when she form’d, design d them an abode.
The sum is this : if man's convenience, health,
Or safety, interfere, his rights and claims,
Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs.
Else they are all the meanest things that are,
As free to live and to enjoy that life,
As God was free to form them at the first,
Who, in his sovereign wisdom, made them all.
Ye, therefore, who love mercy, teach your sons
To love it too. The spring time of our years,
Is soon dishonour'd and defil'd, in most,
By budding ills, that ask a prudent hand
To check them. But, alas ! none sooner shooa
If unrestrain'd, into luxuriant growth,

Than cruelty, most dev'lish of them all.
.Mercy to him that shows it, is the rule

And righteous limitation of its act,
By which hear'n moves in pard'ning guilty man :
And he that shows none, being ripe in years,
And conscious of the outrage he commits,
Shall seek it, and not find it in his turn.COWPER.

SECTION V. 1 paraphrase on the latter part of the sixth chapter of Sko

Matthew.
When my breast labours with oppressive care,
And o'er my cheek descends the falling tear ,
While all my warring passions are at strife,
Oh! let me listen to the words of life!
Raptures deep-felt bis doctrine did impart,
And thus he rais'd from earth the drooping heart.

“ Think not, when all your scanty stores afford,
Is spread at once upon the sparing board ;
Think not, when worn the homely robe appears,
While on the roof the howling tempest bears :
What farther shall this feeble life sustain,
and what shall clothe these shiv’ring limbs agnia.
Say, does not lise its nourishment exceed !
And the fair body its investing weed ?
Bebold! and lonk away your low despair
See the light todants of the barrep airs

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To them, nor stores, nor granaries, belong;
Nought, but the woodland, and the pleasing song;

kind heav'nly Father bends his eye
On the least wing that Aits along the sky.
To him they sing when spring renews the plain
To hin they cry, in winter's pinching reign ;
Nor is their music, nor their plaint in vain :
He hears the gay, and the distresstul call ;
And with unsparing bounty fills them all.”

“ Observe the rising lily's snowy grace ;
Observe the various vegetable race :
They neither toil, nor spin, but careless grow ;
Yet see how warm they blush! how bright they glow:
What regal vestments can with them compare !
What king so shining! or what queen so fair !"

“ If censeless, thus, the fowls of heav'n he feeds ; If o’er the fields such lucid robes he spreads ; Will he not care for you, ye faithless, say ? Is he unwise ? ör, are ye less than they !". THOMSOX.

SECTION VI. The decih of c good man c strong incentive to virtue. The chamber where the good man inests his fate, Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heav'n. Fly, ye profane ! if not, draw near with awe, Receive the blessing, and adore the chance, That threw in this Bethesda your disease : If unrestor’d by this, despair your cure, For, here, 'resistsess demonstration dwells ; A death-bed's a detector of the heart. Here tir'd dissimulation drops her mask, Thro' life's grimace, that mistress of the scene ! Here real, and apparent, are the samė. You see the man ; you see his hold on heav'n, If sound his virtue, as Philander's sound. Heav'n waits not the last moment ; owns her friende On this side death ; and points them out to men ; A lecture, silent, but of soy'reign pow'r! To vice, confusion : and to virtue, peace.

Whatever farce the boastful hero plays, Virtue alone has majesty in death ; Add greater sun, the more dhe trupt frowns-VOU

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