With watry turnips have debased their wines,
Too frugal; nor let the crude humors dance
In heated brass, steaming with fire intense;
Although Devonia much commends the use

Of strengthening Vulcan; with their native strength
Thy wines sufficient other aid refuse;

And, when the allotted orb of time's complete,
Are more commended than the labored drinks.

TITHES. THE DANGER OF WITHHOLDING THEM; FATE OF A

MISER.

Nor let thy avarice tempt thee to withdraw
The priest's appointed share; with cheerful heart
The tenth of thy increase bestow, and own
Heaven's bounteous goodness, that will sure repay
Thy grateful duty: this neglected, fear
Signal avengeance, such as overtook
A miser, that unjustly once withheld
The clergy's due; relying on himself,
His fields he tended with successless care,
Early and late, when or unwished-for rain
Descended, or unseasonable frosts

Curbed his increasing hopes, or when around
The clouds dropt fatness, in the middle sky
The dew suspended staid, and left unmoist
His execrable glebe: recording this,
Be just, and wise, and tremble to transgress.

SIGNS OF THE WEATHER; CLEARNESS; THE FOWLER.

Learn now, the promise of the coming year To know, that by no flattering signs abused, Thou wisely mayst provide: the various moon Prophetic, and attendant stars, explain Each rising dawn; ere icy crusts surmount The current stream, the heavenly orbs serene Twinkle with trembling rays, and Cynthia glows With light unsullied: now the fowler, warned By these good omens, with swift early steps [glades Treads the crimp earth, ranging through fields and Offensive to the birds, sulphureous death Checks their mid flight, and heedless while they strain Their tuneful throats, the towering, heavy lead O'ertakes their speed; they leave their little lives Above the clouds, precipitant to earth.

THE WOODCOCK; IF EARLY, IT FORETELLS PLENTY. The woodcock's early visit, and abode Of long continuance in our temperate clime, Foretell a liberal harvest; he of times Intelligent, the harsh Hyperborean ice Shuns for our equal winters; when our suns Cleave the chilled soil, he backward wings his way To Scandinavian frozen summers, meet For his numbed blood.

SNOW AS A FERTILIZER; NITRE.

But nothing profits more

Than frequent snows: 0, mayst thou often see Thy furrows whitened by the woolly rain, Nutritious secret nitre lurks within

The porous wet, quickening the languid glebe.

THE BENEFIT OF WINDS.

Sometimes thou shalt with fervent vows implore A moderate wind; the orchard loves to wave With winter winds, before the germs exert Their feeble heads; the loosened roots then drink Large increment, earnest of happy years.

SEASONABLE MONTHLY DRINKS IN TURN. — CURRANTS, RASP-
BERRIES, QUINCES, PLUMS, CHERRIES, MULBERRIES; ME-
THEGLIN.

Nor will it nothing profit to observe
The monthly stars, their powerful influence
O'er planted fields, what vegetables reign
Under each sign. On our account has Jove,
Indulgent, to all moons some succulent plant
Allotted, that poor, helpless man might slack
His present thirst, and matter find for toil.
Now will the corinths, now the rasps supply
Delicious draughts; the quinces now, or plums,
Or cherries, or the fair Thisbeian fruit,

Are prest to wines; the Britons squeeze the works
Of sedulous bees, and mixing odorous herbs
Prepare balsamic cups, to wheezing lungs
Medicinal, and short-breathed ancient sires.

DRINKS MADE FROM BIRCH, COWSLIPS, ETC.

But, if thou 'rt indefatigably bent To toil, and omnifarious drinks wouldst brew; Besides the orchard, every hedge and bush Affords assistance; even afflictive birch, Cursed by unlettered, idle youth, distils A limpid current from her wounded bark, Profuse of nursing sap. When solar beams Parch thirsty human veins, the damasked meads Unforced display ten thousand painted flowers Useful in potables. Thy little sons Permit to range the pastures; gladly they Will mow the cowslip-posies, faintly sweet, From whence thou artificial wines shalt drain Of icy taste, that, in mid fervors, best Slack craving thirst, and mitigate the day.

IRELAND; HER DRINKS.

Happy Ierne, whose most wholesome air Poisons envenomed spiders, and forbids The baleful toad and viper from her shore! More happy in her balmy draughts (enriched With miscellaneous spices, and the root For thirst-abating sweetness praised), which wide Extend her fame, and to each drooping heart Present redress,' and lively health convey.

THE BELGIANS. THEIR DRINK CALLED MUM; GIN.

See, how the Belge, sedulous, and stout,
With bowls of fat'ning mum, or blissful cups
Of Kernell-relished fluids, the fair star
Of early Phosphorous salute, at noon
Jocund with frequent-rising fumes! by use
Instructed, thus to quell their native phlegm
Prevailing, and engender wayward mirth.

1 Relief.

THE ARCTIC ZONE; ITS DRINKS; PITCHORA ; BRANDY. What need to treat of distant climes, removed Far from the sloping journey of the year, Beyond Petsora, and Icelandic coasts? Where ever-during snows, perpetual shades Of darkness, would congeal their livid blood, Did not the Arctic tract spontaneous yield A cheering purple berry, big with wine, Intensely fervent, which each hour they crave, Spread round a flaming pile of pines; and oft They interlard their native drinks with choice Of strongest brandy; yet scarce with these aids Enabled to prevent the sudden rot

Of freezing nose, and quick-decaying feet.

THE TROPICS; THE NILE; CEYLON; BORNEO; RUM; ARRAK.
Nor less the sable borderers of Nile,
Nor who Taprobane manure, nor they
Whom sunny Borneo bears, are stored with streams
Egregious, rum, and rice's spirit extract.
For here, exposed to perpendicular rays,

In vain they covet shades, and Thrascias' gales,
Pining with equinoctial heat, unless
The cordial glass perpetual motion keep,
Quick circuiting; nor dare they close their eyes,
Void of a bulky charger near their lips,
With which, in often interrupted sleep,
Their frying blood compels to irrigate
Their dry-furred tongues, else minutely to death
Obnoxious, dismal death, the effect of drought!

THE WEST INDIA DRINKS; LEMONADE; PUNCH; IMBIBED BY
SUCTION.

More happy they, born in Columbus' world, Caribbees, and they whom the cotton plant With downy-sprouting vests arrays! Their woods Bow with prodigious nuts, that give at once Celestial food and nectar; then, at hand The Lemon, uncorrupt with voyage long, To vinous spirits added (heavenly drink!), They with pneumatic engine ceaseless draw, Intent on laughter; a continual tide Flows from the exhilarating fount. As, when Against a secret cliff with soddain shock A ship is dashed, and leaking drinks the sea, The astonished mariners aye ply the pump, No stay, nor rest, till the wide breach is closed: So they (but cheerful) unfatigued, still move The draining sucker, then alone concerned, When the dry bowl forbids their pleasing work.

HOW TO SEASON CIDER, AND HOW LONG.

But if to hoarding thou art bent, thy hopes Are frustrate, shouldst thou think thy pipes will flow With early limpid wine. The hoarded store, And the harsh draught, must twice endure the sun's Kind strengthening heat, twice Winter's purging

cold.

MINGLING OF VARIOUS CIDERS. THE RAINBOW.

There are, that a compounded fluid drain

From different mixtures, Woodcock, Pippin, Moile,

Rough Eliot, sweet Permain; the blended streams (Each mutually correcting each) create

A pleasurable medley, of what taste

Hardly distinguished; as the showery arch,
With lifted colors gay, Or, Azure, Gules,
Delights, and puzzles the beholder's eye,
That views the watery brede, with thousand shows
Of painture varied, yet's unskilled to tell
Or where one color rises, or one faints.

VARIETY IN THE FLAVOR OF CIDER; MALAGA; CHAMPAGNE;
HOCK.

Some ciders have by art, or age, unlearned Their genuine relish, and of sundry vines Assumed the flavor one sort counterfeits The Spanish product; this, to Gauls has seemed The sparkling nectar of Champagne; with that, A German oft has swilled his throat, and sworn, Deluded, that imperial Rhine bestowed The generous rummer, whilst the owner, pleased, Laughs inly at his guests, thus entertained With foreign vintage from his cider cask.

CIDER MUST BE ALLOWED TO WORK.

Soon as thy liquor from the narrow cells Of close-pressed husks is freed, thou must refrain Thy thirsty soul; let none persuade to broach Thy thick, unwholesome, undigested cades: The hoary frosts and northern blasts take care Thy muddy beverage to serene, and drive Precipitant the baser, ropy lees.

CIDER SHOULD SETTLE ON ITS LEES; THEN BE DRAWN OFF; PURE CIDER DESCRIBED.

And now thy wine's transpicuous, purged from all It's earthy gross, yet let it feed a while

On the fat refuse, lest, too soon disjoined
From sprightly, it to sharp or vapid change.
When to convenient vigor it attains,
Suffice it to provide a brazen tube
Inflexed; self-taught and voluntary flies
The defecated liquor, through the vent
Ascending, then, by downward tract conveyed,
Spouts into subject vessels, lovely clear.
As when a noontide sun, with summer beams,
Darts through a cloud, her watery skirts are edged
With lucid amber, or undrossy gold:

So, and so richly, the purged liquid shines.

BOTTLING OF CIDER; GLASS BOTTLES; A DESCRIPTION OF

GLASS-BLOWING.

Now, also, when the colds abate, nor yet
Full Summer shines, a dubious season, close
In glass thy purer streams, and let them gain,
From due confinement, spirit and flavor new.
For this intent, the subtle chymist feeds
Perpetual flames, whose unresisted force
O'er sand, and ashes, and the stubborn flint,
Prevailing, turns into a fusil sea,

That in his furnace bubbles sunny red:
From hence a glowing drop, with hollowed steel,

He takes, and by one efficacious breath

Of coy Lucinda.

Dilates to a surprising cube, or sphere,

Or oval, and fit receptacles forms

For every liquid, with his plastic lungs,

To human life subservient.

VARIOUS TIMES OF RIPENING OF CHOICE CIDERS; THE MOILE
AND PIPPIN CIDER; THE ELIOT; THE STIROM.
By his means

Ciders in metal frail improve; the Moile,
And tasteful Pippin, in a moon's short year,
Acquire complete perfection: now they smoke
Transparent, sparkling in each drop, delight
Of curious palate, by fair virgins craved.
But harsher fluids different lengths of time
Expect thy flask will slowly mitigate
The Eliot's roughness. Stirom, firmest fruit,
Embottled, long as Priameian Troy
Withstood the Greeks, endures, ere justly mild.

RIPE STIROM CIDER APT TO BE HEADY.

Softened by age, it youthful vigor gains, Fallacious drink! Ye honest men, beware, Nor trust its smoothness; the third circling glass Suffices virtue: but may hypocrites

(That slyly speak one thing, another think, Hateful as hell), pleased with the relish weak, Drink on unwarned, till by enchanting cups Infatuate, they their wily thoughts disclose, And through intemperance grow a while sincere.

THE FARMER'S HOSPITALITY. UNDISSEMBLED HAPPINESS, TEMPERANCE; EARLY RISING.

The farmer's toil is done; his cades mature Now call for vent, his lands exhaust permit To indulge a while. Now solemn rites he pays To Bacchus, author of heart-cheering mirth. His honest friends, at thirsty hour of dusk, Come uninvited; he with bounteous hand Imparts his smoking vintage, sweet reward Of his own industry; the well-fraught bowl Circles incessant, whilst the humble cell With quavering laugh and rural jests resounds. Ease, and content, and undissembled love, Shine in each face; the thoughts of labor passed Increase their joy. As, from retentive cage When sullen Philomel escapes, her notes She varies, and of passed imprisonment Sweetly complains; her liberty retrieved Cheers her sad soul, improves her pleasing song. Gladsome they quaff, yet not exceed the bounds Of healthy temperance, nor encroach on night, Season of rest, but well bedewed repair Each to his home, with unsupplanted feet. Ere heaven's emblazoned by the rosy dawn Domestic cares awake them; brisk they rise, Refreshed, and lively with the joys that flow From amicable talk, and moderate cups Sweetly interchanged.

EFFECTS OF GOOD CIDER, ON THE LOVER, DEBTOR, POET.

The pining lover finds

Present redress, and long oblivion drinks

Give the debtor wine;

By parching thirst allured: with vehement suns
When dusty Summer bakes the crumbling clods,
How pleasant is 't, beneath the twisted arch
Of a retreating bower, in mid-day's reign
To ply the sweet carouse, remote from noise,
Secured of feverish heats! When the aged year
Inclines, and Boreas' spirit blusters frore,

Beware the inclement heavens; now let thy hearth
Crackle with juiceless boughs; thy lingering blood
Now instigate with the apple's powerful streams.

IN-DOOR ENJOYMENTS. — DECEMBER; BUXOM DANCES.

Perpetual showers and stormy gusts confine
The willing ploughman, and December warns
To annual jollities; now sportive youth
Carol incondite rhythms, with suiting notes,
And quaver unharmonious; sturdy swains,
In clean array, for rustic dance prepare,
Mixed with the buxom damsels ; hand in hand
They frisk, and bound, and various mazes weave,
Shaking their brawny limbs, with uncouth mien,
Transported, and sometimes an oblique leer
Dart on their loves, sometimes an hasty kiss
Steal from unwary lasses; they with scorn,
And neck reclined, resent the ravished bliss.

THE FIDDLER; THE BAG-PIPE.

Meanwhile, blind British bards with volant touch Traverse loquacious strings, whose solemn notes Provoke to harmless revels; these among

A subtle artist stands, in wondrous bag,
That bears imprisoned winds (of gentler sort
Than those which erst Laertes' son enclosed).
Peaceful they sleep; but let the tuneful squeeze
Of laboring elbow rouse them, out they fly
Melodious, and with sprightly accents charm.

WINTER AND SPRING CIDER-DRINKING. THANKSGIVING.

'Midst these disports, forget they not to drench Themselves with bellying goblets, nor when Spring Returns, can they refuse to usher in

The fresh-born year with loud acclaim, and store
Of jovial draughts, now, when the sappy boughs
Attire themselves with blooms, sweet rudiments
Of future harvest: when the Gnossian crown
Leads on expected Autumn, and the trees
Discharge their mellow burthens, let them thank
Boon nature, that thus annually supplies

With ruinous assault; on every plain
Host coped with host, dire was the din of war,
And ceaseless, or short truce haply procured
By havoc and dismay, till jealousy
Raised new combustion: thus was peace in vain
Sought for by martial deeds, and conflict stern:
Till Edgar grateful (as, to those who pine
A dismal half-year night, the orient beam
Of Phoebus' lamp) arose, and into one
Cemented all the long-contending powers,
Pacific monarch; then her lovely head
Concord reared high, and all around diffused

The spirit of love; at ease, the bards new strung
Their silent harps, and taught the woods and vales,
In uncouth rhythms, to echo Edgar's name.
Then gladness smiled in every eye; the years
Ran smoothly on, productive of a line
Of wise, heroic kings, that by just laws
Established happiness at home, or crushed
Insulting enemies in furthest climes.

RICHARD I. HIS EXPLOITS.

See lion-hearted Richard, with his force Drawn from the north, to Fury's hallowed plains! Piously valiant (like a torrent swelled With wintry tempests, that disdains all mounds, Breaking a way impetuous, and involves Within its sweep trees, houses, men), he pressed Amidst the thickest battle; and o'erthrew Whate'er withstood his zealous rage; no pause, No stay of slaughter, found his vigorous arm, But the unbelieving squadrons turned to flight Smote in the rear, and with dishonest wounds Mangled behind the Soldan, as he fled, Oft called on Allah, gnashing with despite And shame, and murmured many an empty curse.

EDWARD III. THE FRENCH WARS.

Behold third Edward's streamers blazing high On Gallia's hostile ground! his right withheld, Awakens vengeance; 0, imprudent Gauls, Relying on false hopes, thus to incense The warlike English! one important day Shall teach you meaner thoughts: eager of fight, Fierce Brutus' offspring to the adverse front Advance resistless, and their deep array With furious inroad pierce; the mighty force Of Edward twice o'erturned their desperate king, Twice he arose, and joined the horrid shock: The third time, with his wide-extended wings, He fugitive declined superior strength, Discomfited; pursued, in the sad chase Ten thousands ignominious fall; with blood The valleys float: great Edward thus avenged, With golden Iris his broad shield embossed.

THE WARS OF THE ROSES; HORRID SLAUGHTER OF KINDRED BY KINDRED.

Thrice glorious prince! whom Fame with all her tongues

Forever shall resound. Yet from his loins

New authors of dissension spring; from him
Two branches, that in hosting long contend
For sovereign sway (and can such anger dwell
In noblest minds ?); but little now availed
The ties of friendship; every man, as led
By inclination or vain hope, repaired

To either camp, and breathed immortal hate
And dire revenge: now horrid slaughter reigns;
Sons against fathers tilt the fatal lance,
Careless of duty, and their native grounds
Distain with kindred blood; the twanging bows
Send showers of shafts, that on their barbéd points
Alternate ruin bear. Here might you see
Barons and peasants on the embattled field
Slain, or half dead, in one huge, ghastly heap
Promiscuously amassed: with dismal groans,
And ejulation, in the pangs of death
Some call for aid, neglected; some o'erturned
In the fierce shock, lie gasping, and expire,
Trampled by fiery coursers; horror thus,
And wild uproar, and desolation, reigned
Unrespited.

HENRY VII.

Ah! who at length will end This long, pernicious fray? What man has fate Reserved for this great work?-Hail, happy prince Of Tudor's race, whom in the womb of time Cadwallador foresaw! Thou, thou art he, Great Richmond Henry, that by nuptial rites Must close the gates of Janus, and remove Destructive discord: now no more the drum Provokes to arms, or trumpet's clangor shrill Affrights the wives, or chills the virgin's blood; But joy and pleasure open to the view Uninterrupted! With presaging skill Thou to thy own unitest Fergus' line By wise alliance; from thee James descends, Heaven's chosen favorite, first Britannic king.

JAMES I. OF ENGLAND, VI. OF SCOTLAND.-UNION UNDER ANNE

To him alone hereditary right

Gave power supreme; yet still some seeds remained
Of discontent; two nations under one,
In laws and interest diverse, still pursued
Peculiar ends, on each side resolute
To fly conjunction; neither fear, nor hope,
Nor the sweet prospect of a mutual gain,
Could aught avail, till prudent Anna said,
Let there be union; straight with reverence due
To her command, they willingly unite,
One in affection, laws, and government,
Indissolubly firm; from Dubris south,
To northern Orcades, her long domain.

THE POWER AND GLORY OF GREAT BRITAIN.

And now thus leagued by an eternal bond, What shall retard the Britons' bold designs, Or who sustain their force; in union knit, Sufficient to withstand the powers combined Of all this globe? At this important act