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Their utmost mazes to unravel,

When happily arriv'd in view And touch the farthest step they travel. A Goddess whom our grand-dames knew,

When ev'ry pleasure 's run aground, Of aspect grave, and tober gait,
And fully tir'd thro' many a round,

Majestic, awful, and redate,
The nymph, conceiving discontent hence, As heaven's autumnal eve serene,
May ripen to an hour's repentance,

When not a cloud o'ercasts the scene; And vapours, shed in pious moisture, Once Prudence call'd, a matron fam'd, Dilmiss her to a church, or cloyster;

And in old Rome Cornelia nam'd. Then on I lead her, with devotion

Quick at a venture both agree Conspicuous in her dress and motion, To leave their strife to her deeree. Inspire the heavenly-breathing air,

And now by each the facts were stated, Roll up the lucid eye in pray'r,

In form and manner as related. Soften the voice, and in the face

The case was short. They cravid opinion, Look melting harmony and grace.

Which held o'er females chief dominion: Thus far extends my friendly pow'r, When thus the Goddess, answ'ring mild, Nor quits her in her latest hour;

First shook her gracious head, and Imild: The couch of decent pain I spread,

Alas, how willing to comply, In form recline her languid head;

Yet how unfit a judge am I! Her thoughts I methodize in death,

In times of golden date, 'tis true, And part not with her parting breath; I shar'd the tickle sex with you ; Then do I set, in order bright,

But from their presence long precluded, A length of fun'ral pomp to light.

Or held as one whore form intruded, The glitt'ring tapers and attire,

Full fifty annual tuns can tell, The plumes that whiten o'er the bier ; Prudence has bid the fex farewell. And last, presenting to her eye

In this dilemma what to do, Angelic fineries on high,

Or who to think of, neither knew; To scenes of painted bliss I waft her,

For both, still biafsd in opinion, And form the lieaven the hopes hereafter. And arrogant of fole dominion,

In truth rejoin'd love's gentle god, Were forc'd to hold the case compounded, You 've gone a tedious length of road, Or leave the quarrel where they found it. And, ftrange, in all the toiliome way

When in the nick, a rural fair, No house of kind refreshment lay;

of inexperienc'd gait and air, No nymph, whose virtues might have tempted Who ne'er had cross'd the neiglıb'ring laki To hold her from her sex exempted.

Nor seen the world beyond a wake, For one we 'll never quarrel, man; With cambric coif, and kerchief clean, Take her, and keep her, if you can;

Tripp'd lightly by them o'er the green. And pleas'd I yield to your petition,

Now, now! cried Love's triumphant chil Since ev'ry fur, by such permission,

And at approaching conquest smild, Will hold herself the one selected;

If Vanity will once be guided, And so my fyiłem stands protected.

Our diff'rence foon may be decided; 0, deaf to virtue, deaf to glory,

Behold yon wench, a fit occasion To truths divinely vouch'd in story! To try your force of gay perfuation. The Godhead in his zeal return'd,

Go you while I retire aloof, And, kindling at her malice, burn'd: Go, put those boasted pow'rs to proof; Then sweetly rais'd his voice, and told And if your prevalence of art Of htav'nly nymphs, rever'd of old; Transcends my yet unerring dart, Hypsipyle, who tavid her fire,

I give the favorite contest o'er, And Portia's love, approv'd by fire;

And ne'er will boast my empire more. Alike Penelope was quoted,

At once, so said, and so consented; Nor laurel'd Daphne pars d unnoted, And well our Goddess seem'd contented; Nor Lavdumia's fatal garter,

Nor pausing made a moment's Itand, Nor fand Lucreti?, honour's martyr, But tripp'd. and took the girl in hand. Alcefte's voluntary steel,

Meanwhile the Godhead, unalarm’d, And Catherine, liniling on the wheel.

As one to each occafion arm'd, But who can hope to plant conviction Forth from his quiver cull'd a dart, Where cavil grows on contradiction? That erit had wounded many a heart; Some the evades or disavows,

Then bending, drew it to the head; Demurs to all, and none allows

The bowstring ewang'd, the arrow fled, A kind of ancient thing called tables ! And to her secret foul addreft, And thus the Gurideks turnd the tables. Transfix'd the whiteness of her breast. Now both in argument grew high,

Rut here the Dame, whose guardian care And choler Auth'd from either eve;

Had to a moment watch'd the fair, Tior wonter each ruti'd to yield

At once her pocket-mirror drew, The conqueft of to air a field.

And held the wonder full in view;

A quitang'd in order bright,

l'Tis strange to think how female wit Du : beauties rush to fight,

So oft Mould make a luckly hit; !"charms, till now unknown,

When man, with all his high pretence 4. Tveal'd to her alone;

To deeper judgment, founder sense, tends the love-lick maid, Will err, and measures falle pursuedo'er the dariing thade,

'Tis very strange, I own, but true.to'yi xes to admire,

Mamma observ'd the rising lass .cites ev'ry fond delire.

By Itealth retiring to the glass,
To practise little airs unseen,

in the true genius of thirteen: ja lze Mung Lauly and Looking-Glass

. On this a deep design the laid

Wilkie. To tame the humour of the Maid; Yi's só'csophers, who can

Contriving, like a prudent mother, {re various creature, Man,

To make one fully cure another. ke any point so nice

Upon the wall, against the teat, suring an advice?

Which Jelly us'd for her retreat, 1.". Tiend his errors mend, Whene'er by accident oriended, 1.-cetain to offend:

A looking-gluts was straight fuipended, occa Biteit terms advise,

That it might thew her how de form’d in curt, admit him wise;

She lock’d, and frightful, when she itormd; Livorca wieten i be discourse,

And warn her, as ihe priz'd her beanty, 1.350 calibim fool, or worse.

To bend her humour to her duty. bis character, and try

All this the looking-glass achiev d; Sincan it, and apply ;

Its threats were minded and believ'd. W *** Lame reprove and warn;

The Maid, who spurn'dat all advice, 123 ze burt, and all may learn;

Grew tame and gentle in a trice: 1. fail, the picture shewn,

So, when all other means had failid, S seriske it for his own.

The silent monitor prevail d. erfolres treat the cale,

Thus, Fable to the human kind - 3 m.teft, that is base;

Presents an image of the mind; 1.47, arun none will bear it;

It is a mirror, where we spy 44** pupil, few come near it.

At large our own deformity; dere uien no other way

And learn of course thote faults to mend, en to convey?

Which but to mention would offend. : wattempt to teach, m's trie, or preach?

$ 327. The Boy and the Rainbow. Wilkie. Y... me, an ancient art,

DECLARE, ye fages, if ye find B-100 reach the heart,

Mongst animals of ev'ry kind, H. diltinctions nice,

Of each condition, fort, and lize, FLICT situe is, and vice.

From whales and elephants to flies, 1-2 ve various names

A creature that mistakes his plan, Osobe coralist declaims:

And errs, fo constantly as Man. Try fimple tales advise,

Each kind pursues his proper good, ***itte bearer by surprise ;

And seeks for pleasure, rest, and food, as conscience, unprepar'd, As nature points, and never errs lorterad put it on its guard;

In what it chooses and prefers; :in from himself receive

Man only blunders, though pofseft
as which they meant to give. Of talents far above the rest.
des ce will oft prevail,

Defcend to instances, and try; "zend when others fail,

An ox will scarce attempt to fly, - kul pretend to doubt,

Or leave his patture in the wood, en sich follows makes it out. With fishes to explore the flood. i masa little itubborn dame,

Man only acts, of ev'ry creature, juthority could tame;

In opposition to his nature. by ong indulgence, grown,

The happiness of human-kind se minded but her own:

Confifts in rectitude of mind; mees ot the 'd scold and fret,

A will subdu'd to reason's sway, -? 16 a corner take a seat,

And passions practis'd to obey ; :** bourly hoping all the day,

An open and a gen'rous heart, -1.a ke to work or play.

Refin'd from selfithness and art; **22, lofter arts had tried,

Patience, which mocks at fortune's pow'r, was charper remedies applied;

And wisdom never fad nor four: 10 were vain ; for ev'ry course

In these consists our proper bliss; Strie, til made her worie and worse. Else Plato reasons much amils :

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But foolish mortals itill pursue

At which our trav'ller, as he fat, False happiness in place of true;

By intervals began to chat.Ambition serves us for a guide,

'Tis odd, quoth he, to think what straina Or luft, or avarice, or pride;

Of folly govern some folks' brains : While Reason no allent can gain,

What makes you choose this wild abode? And Revelation warns in vain.

You 'll say, 'Tis to converse with God. Hence through our lives, in ev'ry stage, Alas, I fear, 'tis all a whim; From infancy itself to age,

You never saw or spoke with him. A happiness we toil to find,

They talk of Providence's pow'r, Which still avoids us like the wind;

And say, it rules us ev'ry hour: Ev'n when we think the prize our own, To me all nature seems confufion, At once 'tis vanish'd, loft and gone.

And such weak fancies mere delusion. You 'll ask me why I thus rehearse

Say, if it ruld and govern'd right, All Epictetus in my verse?

Could there be luch a thing as night; And if I fondly hope to please

Which, when the sun has left the skies, With dry reflections, such as these,

Puts all things in a deep dilguise? So trite, so hackney'd, and to stale?

If then a trav ller chance to Itray I'll take the lint, and tell a tale.

The Icast step from the public way, One evening, as a timple Twain

He's soon in endlcis mazes lott, His fiock attended on the plain,

As I have found it to my coit. The thining bow he chanc'd to spy,

berides, the gloom which naturs wears Which warns us when a show'r.is nigh. Alists imaginary fears, With brightest rays it seem'd to glow: Of ghosts and goblins from the waves Its distance eighty yards or so.

Of Tulpl'rous lakes and yawning graves; This bumpkin had, it seems, been told All sprung frem fuperftitious leed, The ftory of the cup of gold,

Like other maxims of the creed. Which fame reports is to be found

For my part, I reject the tales Just where the Rainbow meets the ground; Which faith fuggests when reason fails; He therefore felt a sudden itch

And reason nothing understands, To seize the goblet, and be rich;

Unwarranted by eyes and hands. Hoping, yet hopes are oft but vain,

These subtle eilences, like wind, No more to toil thro' wind and rain,

Which fome bave dreamt of, and call mind, But fit indulging by the fire,

It ne'er admits; nor joins the lie, 'Midit eafe and plenty, like a 'squire. Which tays men rot, but never die. He mark'd the very spot of land

It holds alt future things in doubt, On which the Rainbow leem'd to stand, And therefore wisely leaves them out: And, lepping forwards at his leisure, Suggesting what is worth our care, Expected to have found the treasure.

To takes things present as they are, But as he mov'd, the colour'd ray

Our wileft courte: the rest is tolly, Still chang'd its place, and flipp'd away, The fruit of ipleen and melancholyAs seeming his approach to thun.

Sir, quoth ihe Hermit, I agree From walking he began to run;

That Reason till onr guide thould be ; But all in vain, it still withdrew

And will admit her as the test As nimbly as he could pursue.

Of what is true, and what is beft; A: lait, thro' many a bog and lake,

But Reaton lure would bluth for shame
Rough craggy road, and thorny brake, At what you mention in her name;
It ied the ealy fool, till night

Her dietates are fublime and holy;
Apprrachd, then vanith d in his fight, Impiety's the child of Folly;
And left bim to compute his gains,

Reason with measurid fteps and low, With nought but labour for bis pains. To things above from things below

Atcends, and guides us thro' her sphere $ 328. The Rake and the Hermit. Wilkie. With caution, vigilance, and care. A Youth, a pupil of the town,

Faith in the utmost frontier stands, Pliilofopher and atheist grown,

And finputs us in lier hands; Beni atid once upon the road,

But not ulllier commission giv'n Found out a hermit's lone abode.

Is found authentic, and from Heav'n. Whole heality in need

'Tis strange, that man, a reas'ning creature, Relicvid the trav'ller and his steed;

Should mils a God in viewing nature; For both fufficiently were tir'd,

Whose high perfections are display'd Well drench'd in ditches, and bemir'3. In ev'ry thing his hands have made: Hunger the firit attention claims;

Ev'n when we think their traces lost, Uron she coils a rather fames.

When found again, we see them moft: Dry cruits, and liquor something ftale, The night ittelt, which you would blanie W'ere added to make up a meal ;

As lonething wrong in nature's tranie,

buta cotain to invest

Would often boast his matchless skill Set 2: cdren when at rest :

To curb the steed, and guide the wheel; wicheras.ch mothers draw to keep And as he pass’d the gazing throng of from a child adeep.

With graceful cale, and smackd the thong, the fears which darkness breeds The idiot wonder they express'd at ruginents) in vulgar heads, Was praise and transport to his breast. Arata uleleis, when the mind

At length, quite vain, he needs would few i ITX, and to earth conñn'd;

His master what his art could do; ke the worldling think with pain And bade his flaves the chariot lead Intrare ind oaths, and ill-got gain ; To Academus' sacred shade. turiste rutfian's hand the knife The trembling grove confess'd its fright,

tenint his neighbour's life; The wood-nymphs Itarted at the fight; Az: 2.12 of virtue's cause,

The Muses drop the learned lyre, 4** cuction of the laws.

And to their in most thades retire. out ous time, where wisdom dwells, Howe'er the youth, with forward air, Astrer tous dread expels,

Bows to the lage, and mounts the car; Tre STI m, city of night

The lash resounds, the coursers spring, Exty szke a nobler fiight;

The chariot marks the rolling ring; Watud angers to explore

And gathering crowds, with eager eyes, ix.is of creating pow'r;

And thouts, pursue him as he fies. A: 31 tasca contemplation's wings

Triumphant to the goal retum'd, Asmee teichert of mortal things.

With nobler thirit his bosom burn'd; War, and tread those dewy plains And now along th' indented plain .mt in awful filence reigns;

The self-fame track he marks again ; Tereze, the air is still,

Pursues with care the nice design, T26.chand listening on each hill,

Nor ever deviates from the line. 3."founds that link and fwell, Amazement seiz'd the circling crowd;

izaz from the ev'ning bell, The youths with emulation glow'd; The ass bowl, and beetles hum,

Ev'n bearded fages hail'd the boy, Srca make filence ftill more dumb: And all but Plato gaz'd with joy. 2-7 dly, rath and rude,

For he, deep-judging fage, beheld ze se acred hour intrude.

With pain the triumphs of the field: Test your eyes to heaven's broad frame, And when the charioteer drew nigh, As I quote those lights by name

And, Aush'd with hope, had caught his eye, Were fo thick, and spread so far; Alas! unhappy youth, he cried, een in ev'ry star,

Expect no prate from me (and ligh'd.) samoumber'd planets roll, With indignation I survey W.2080: thoot athwart the whole ; Such skill and judgment thrown away. mazito fyftem ranging,

The time profusely squanderd there Terawes benefits exchanging,

On vulgar arts, beneath thy care, Ax 12 from their faming hair

If well employ'd, at less expence, 1.25 tot needed ev'ry where Had taught the honour, virtue, sense, [127. glorious scene, and lay

And rais'd thee from a coachman's fate ikiqat discovers less than day ; To govern men, and guide the itate. z ts crite useless, and a fign To chance disposes, not detign: 26. 01 ntains it, I'll pronounce

$330. The Bee, the Ant, and the Sparror

Dr. Cotton. - they mad, or elle a dunce; Lan, tho' tis far from strong,

Addressed to Phæbe and Kitty C. at Boarding

School. om ind out that nothing's wrong, en and evidences clear

My dears, 'tis said, in days of old bric strivance ev'ry where.

That bealts could talk, and birds could scold: 1.: Henait ended, and the youth

But now, it seems, the human race bizi convert to the truth;

Alone engross the speaker's place, be vididest, and confessid

Yet lately, if report be true, lai was order'd for the bett.

(And much the tale relates to you) There met a Sparrow, Ant, and Bee,

Which reasond and convers'd as we. 1329. The Youtb and tbe Philosopher.

Who reads my page will doubtless grant W. Whitehead. That Phe's the wise industrious Ant; youth, of talents rare,

And all with half an eye may see son Piato's philofophic care

That Kitty is the busy Bee. storud for virtue's nobler view,

Here then are two-but where's the third ? ...tapt and example too, Go foarch the school, you'll find the bird.

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Your school ! I ask your pardon, Fair; That virtue was their fav’rite theme,
I'm fure you'll find no Sparrow there. And toil and probity their scheme :

Now to my tale-One summer's morn Such talk was hateful to her breast;
A Bee rang'd o'er the verdant lawn;

She thought them arrant prudes at best. Studious to husband ev'ry hour,

When to display her naughty mind, And make the most of ev'ry flow'r.

Hunger with cruelty combind, Nimble from stalk to talk she flies,

She view'd the Ant with savage eyes, And loads with yellow wax her thighs ; And hopp'd and hopp'd to inatch her prize With which the artist bnilds her comb, The Bee, who watch'd her op’ning bill, And keeps all tiglit and warm at hoine : And guets d her fell design to kill, Or from the cowilip's golden beils

Aik'd her from what her anger role, Sucks honey, to enrich her eclls :

And why she treated Ants as foes ? O ev'ry tempting rose pursues,

The Sparrow her reply began, Or fips the lily's fragrant dews;

And thus the conversation ran : Yet never robs the ihining bloom

Whenever I'm dispos'd to dine, Or of its beauty or perfume.

I think the whole creation mine ; Thus the discharg'it in ev'ry way

That I'm a bird of high degree, The various duties of the day.

And ev'ry insect made for me.
It cbanc'd a frugal Ant was near,

Hence oft I search the emmet-brood
Whofe brow was wrinkled o'er by care : (For einmets are delicious food),
A great acunomift was the,

And oft, in wantonness and play,
Nor leís laborious than the Bee;

I nay ten thousand in a day. By pensive parents ofien taught

For truth it is, without disguise, What ills arise from want of thought;

That I love mischief as my eyes. That poverty on noth depends;

Oh! fie! the honest Bee replied, On poverty the loss of friends;

I fear you make base men your guide; Hence ev'ry day the Ant is found

Of ev'ry creature sure the worit, With anxious iteps to tread the ground; Though in creation's scale the first! With curious search to trace the grain, Ungrateful man ! 'tis itrange he thrives, And drag the heavy load with

Who burns the Bees to rob their hives ! The active Bee with pleasure law

I hate his vile administration, The Ant fulfil her parent's law.

And so do all the emmet nation. Ah! fifter labourer, says the,

What fatal foes to birds are men, How very fortunate are we !

Quite to the Eagle from the Wren! Who, taught in infancy to know

O! do not men's example take, The comforts which from labour flow,

Who mischief do for mischief's lake; Are independant of the great,

But spare the Ant-her worth demands Nor know the wants of pride and state. Esteem and friendship at your hands. Why is our food so very sweet ?

A mind with ev'ry virtue blest, Because we earn before we eat.

Must raise compattion in your breast. Why are our wants so very few ?

Virtue! rejoin'd the sneering bird, Because we nature's calls pursie.

Where did you learn that Gothic word ? Whence our complacency of mind ?

Since I was hatch'd, I never heard Because we act our parts ailign'd.

That virtue was at all rever'd. Have we incessant talks to do?

But say it was the ancients' claim, Iz not all nature busy top?

Yet moderns dilavow the name ; Doth not the sun, with constant pace,

Unless, my dear, you read romances, Perlift to run his annual race ?

I cannot reconcile your fancies. Do not the stars, which thine so bright, Virtue in fairy tales is teen Renew their courses ev'ry night?

To play the goddess or the queen ; Doth not the ox obedient bow

But what's a queen without the pow's His patient neck, and draw the plough? Or beauty, child, without a dow's? Or when did e'er the ge n'rous steed

Yet this is all that virtue brags, Withhold his labour or bis fpeed ?

At best 'tis only worth in rags. If you all nature's fyltem (cin,

Such whiis my very heart derides : The only idle thing is man.

Indeed you make me burst my fides. A wanton Sparrow long d to hear Trust me, Miss Bee—to speak the truth, Their fage di.course, and Itraight drew near. I've copied men from earliest youth; The bird was talkative and loud,

The faine our taste, the fame our school, And very pert and very proud;

Passion and appetite our rule; As worthless and as vain a thing,

And call me biru, or call me finner, Puhaps, as ever wore a wing.

I'll ne'er forego my fport or dinner. Setud, a, on a foriy the fat,

A prowling cat 'the miscreant ipies, Ili litrie triunds were deep in chat ;

And wide expands hier amber eyes :

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