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But pleased decoy them from their shady haunts, And semblant scorn, resent the ravished bliss.
In rills to visit every tree and herb ;

But let not thou the drum their mirth inspire,
Or fall o'er fern-clad cliffs with foaming rage ; Nor vinous spirits ; else, to madness fired
Or in huge basons float, a fair expanse ;

(What will not bacchanalian frenzy dare ?), Or, bound in chains of artificial force,

Fell acts of blood and vengeance they pursue.
Arise through sculptured stone, or breathing brass.

But I'm in haste to furl my wind-worn sails,
And anchor my tired vessel on the shore.

Compel by threats, or win by soothing arts,

Thy slaves to wed their fellow-slaves at home ;

So shall they not their vigorous prime destroy,

By distant journeys at untimely hours,
It much imports to build thy negro-huts

When muffled midnight decks her raven hair Or on the sounding margin of the main,

With the white plumage of the prickly vine. Or on some dry hill's gently-sloping sides,

SLAVE CLOTHING; WILTSHIRE WOOLENS ; SCOTCH LINEN. In streets at distance due. When near the beach,

Wouldst thou from countless ails preserve thy Let frequent coco cast its wavy shade ;


[gang, 'Tis Neptune's tree, and, nourished by the spray,

every negro, as the candle-weed Soon round the bending stem's aérial height

Expands his blossoms to the cloudy sky, Clusters of mighty nuts, with milk and fruit

And moist Aquarius melts in daily showers, Delicious fraught, hang clustering in the sky.

A woolly vestment give (this Wiltshire weaves), There let the bay-grape, too, its crooked limbs

Warm to repel chill night's unwholesome dews ; Project enormous ; of impurpled hue

While strong coarse linen, from the Scotian loom,

Wards off the fervors of the burning day.
Its frequent clusters glow. And there, if thou
Wouldst make the sand yield salutary food,
Let Indian millet rear its corny reed,
Like armed battalions in array of war.

The truly great, though from a hostile clime,
But round the upland huts bananas plant ;

The sacred Nine embalm ; then, Muses, chant A wholesome nutriment bananas yield,

In grateful numbers Gallic Lewis' praise ;
And sunburnt labor loves its breezy shade.

For private murder quelled, for laurelled arts
Their graceful screen let kindred plantains join, Invented, cherished in his native realm ;
And with their broad vans shiver in the breeze ; For rapine punished, for grim famine fed ;
So flames designed, or by imprudence caught, For sly chicane expelled the wrangling bar,
Shall spread no ruin to the neighboring roof. And rightful Themis seated on her throne :
Yet nor the sounding margin of the main,

But, chief for those mild laws his wisdom framed,
Nor gently sloping side of breezy hill,

To guard the Ethiop from tyrannic sway!
Nor streets, at distance due, embowered in trees, Did such, in these green isles which Albion
Will half the health or half the pleasure yield,

claims, Unless some pitying naiad deign to lave,

Did such obtain, the Muse, at midnight hour, With an unceasing stream, thy thirsty bounds.

This last brain-racking study had not plied ;

But, sunk in slumbers of immortal bliss,

To bards had listened on a fancied Thames !
On festal days, or when their work is done,
Permit thy slaves to lead the choral dance,
To the wild banshaw's melancholy sound.

All hail, old father Thames ! though not from
Responsive to the sound, head, feet, and frame,

Move awkwardly harmonious ; hand in hand Thy springing waters roll, nor countless streams,
Now locked, the gay troop circularly wheels, Of name conspicuous, swell thy watery store ;
And frisks and capers with intemperate joy.

Though thou, no Plata, to the sea devolve
Halts the vast circle, all clap hands and sing, Vast humid offerings, thou art king of streams :
While those distinguished for their heels and air Delighted commerce broods upon thy wave,
Bound in the centre, and fantastic twine.

And every quarter of this sea-girt globe
Meanwhile some stripling from the choral ring To thee due tribute pays; but chief the world
Trips forth, and, not ungallantly, bestows

By great Columbus found, where now the Muse
On her who nimblest hath the greensward beat, Beholds transported flow vast fleccy clouds,
And whose flushed beauties have enthralled his soul, Alps piled on Alps romantically high,
A silver token of his fond applause.

Which charm the sight with many a pleasing form.
Anon they form in ranks ; nor inexpert

The moon in virgin-glory gilds the pole, A thousand tuneful intricacies weave,

And tips yon tamarinds, tips yon cane-crowned vale, Sbaking their sable limbs ; and oft a kiss

With fluent silver, while unnumbered stars Steal from their partners, who, with neck reclined, Gild the vast concave with their lively beams.




The main, a moving, burnished mirror, shines ; His banks neglected and his waves unsought,
No noise is heard, save when the distant surge No bards to sing them and no fleets to grace ?
With drowsy murmurings breaks upon the shore ! Again the fleecy clouds amuse the eye,

And sparkling stars the vast horizon gild,

She shall not crouch, if wisdom guide the helm, Ah me, what thunders roll! the sky's on fire! Wisdom that bade loud fame, with justest praise, Now sudden darkness muffles up the pole !

Record her triumphs ; bade the lackeying winds Heavens ! what wild scenes before the affrighted Transport to every quarter of the globe

Her winged navies, bade her sceptred sons Imperfect swim ! — See ! in that flaming scroll Of earth acknowledge her preěminence ! Which time unfolds, the future germs bud forth She shall not crouch, if these cane ocean-isles, Of mighty empires ! independent realms ! - Isles which on Britain for their all depend, And must Britannia, Neptune's favorite queen, And must forever, still indulgent, share Protectress of true science, freedom, arts,

Her fostering smile, and other isles be given Must she, ah! must she to her offspring crouch ? From vanquished foes. — And see, another race !

A golden era dazzles my fond sight!

That other race, that longed-for era, hail ! Ah, must my Thames, old ocean's favorite son, The British George now reigns, the patriot king ! Resign his trident to barbario streams,

Britain shall ever triumph o'er the main.


Tusser's "December's Husbandry."

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Whex frost will not suffer to dike and to hedge,
Then get thee a heat with thy beetle and wedge ;
Once Hallowmas come, and a fire in the hall,
Such slivers do well for to lie by the wall.
Get grindstone and whetstone for tool that is dull,
Or often be letted, and fret belly full :
A wheel-barrow also be ready to have,
At hand of thy servant, thy compas to save.
Give cattle their fodder in plot dry and warın,
And count them for mixing, or other like harm :
Young colts with thy wennels together go serve,
Lest lurchéd by others they happen to sterve.
The rack is commended for saving of dung,
To set as the old cannot mischief the young.
In tempest (the wind being northly or east)
Warm barth, under hedge, is a succor to beast.
The housing of cattle, while Winter doth hold,
Is good for all such as are feeble and old :
It saveth much compas, and many a sleep,
And spareth the pasture for walk of thy sheep.
For charges so little much quiet is won,
If strongly and handsomely all things be done ;
But use to untackle them once in a day,
To rub and to lick them, to drink and to play.
Get Trusty to tend them, not lubberly 'Squire,
That all the day long hath his nose at the fire :
Nor trust unto children poor cattle to feed,
But such as be able to help, at a need.

Serve rye-straw out first, then wheat-straw and

Then oat-straw and barley, then hay, if ye please :
But serve them with hay, while the straw-storer

Then love they no straw, they had rather to fast. **
Good fruit and good plenty doth well in the loft,
Then make thee an orchard, and cherish it oft ;
For plant or for stock, lay aforehand to cast,
But set or remove it ere Christmas be past.
Set one fro another full forty feet wide ;
To stand as he stood is a part of his pride.
More faier, more worthy of cost to remove,
More steady ye set it, more likely to prove.
To teach and unteach, in a school is unmeet;
To do and undo, to the purse is unsweet :
Then orchard or hop-yard, so trimmed with cost,
Should not, through folly, be spoiled and lost.
Ere Christmas be passed let horse be let blood,
For many a purpose it doth them much good.
The day of St. Stephen old fathers did use ;
If that do mislike thee, some other day use.
Look well to thy horses in stable thou must,
That hay be not foisty, nor chaff full of dust;
Nor stone in their provender, feather, nor clots,
Nor feed with green peason, for breeding of bots. **
Go look to thy bees ; if the hive be too light,
Set water and honey, with rosemary dight;
Which set in a dish full of sticks in the hive,
From danger of famine ye save them alive. * *

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BLOOMFIELD'S “ MARKET-NIGHT.” O WINDs, howl not so long and loud ;

Nor with your vengeance arm the snow : Bear hence each heavy-loaded cloud,

And let the twinkling star-beams glow. •Now, sweeping floods, rush down the slope,

Wide scattering ruin. Stars, shine soon! No other light my love can hope ;

Midnight will want the joyous moon. O guardian Spirits !— ye that dwell

Where woods, and pits, and hollow ways, The lone night traveller's fancy swell

With fearful tales of older days, – • Press round him :- guide his willing steed

Through darkness, dangers, currents, snows ; Wait where, from sheltering thickets freed, • The dreary heath's rude whirlwind blows. From darkness rushing o'er his way,

The thorn's white load it bears on high ! Where the short furze all shrouded lay,

Mounts the dried grass ; - earth’s bosom dry. Then o'er the hill, with furious sweep,

It rends the elevated tree-
Sure-footed beast, thy road thou 'lt keep ;

Nor storm nor darkness startles thee ! "O blest assurance (trusty steed),

To thee the buried road is known ; Home all the spur thy footsteps need,

When loose the frozen rein is thrown. • Between the roaring blasts that shake

The naked elder at the door, Though not one prattler to me speak,

Their sleeping sighs delight me more. Sound is their rest — they little know

What pain, what cold, their father feels ; But dream, perhaps, they see him now,

While each the promised orange peels. • Would it were so ! the fire burns bright,

And on the warming trencher gleams ; In expectation's raptured sight

How precious his arrival seems ! "I'll look abroad !- 't is piercing cold !

How the bleak wind assails his breast ! Yet some faint light mine eyes behold :

The storm is verging o'er the west. • There shines a star !-() welcome sight!

Through the thin vapors brightning still ! Yet, 't was beneath the fairest night

The murderer stained yon lonely hill !

Mercy, kind Heaven ! such thoughts dispel !

No voice, no footstep, can I hear ! (Where night and silence brooding dwell,

Spreads thy cold reign, heart-chilling fear.) • Distressing hour! uncertain fate !

O mercy, mercy, guide him home!Hark!- then I heard the distant gate, –

Repeat it, echo ; quickly, come !
One minute now will ease my fears —

Or, still more wretched must I be ?
No : surely Heaven has spared our tears :

I see him, clothed in snow ; — 't is he ! • Where have you stayed ? put down your load.

How have you borne the storm, the cold ? What horrors did I not forebode –

That beast is worth his weight in gold.' Thus spoke the joyful wife ; – then ran

And hid in grateful steams her head : Dapple was housed, the hungry man

With joy glanced o'er the children's bed. What, all asleep! - so best,' he cried :

0, what a night I've travelled through ! Unseen, unheard, I might have died ;

But Heaven has brought me safe to you. Dear partner of my nights and days,

That smile becomes thee! - let us then Learn, though mishap may cross our ways,

It is not ours to reckon when.'

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The hearth was clean, the fire clear,

The kettle on for tea ; Palemon, in his elbow-chair,

As blessed as man could be.

Clarinda, who his heart possessed,

And was his new-made bride, With head reclined upon his breast,

Sat toying by his side. Stretched at his feet, in happy state,

A favorite dog was laid ; By whom a little sportive cat

In wanton humor played. Clarinda's hand he gently pressed ;

She stole an amorous kiss,
And, blushing, modestly confessed

The fulness of her bliss.


Hymn of Praise for December.

[day. * *


1. It was the winter wild,
While the Heaven-born child

All meanly wrapt in a rude manger lies ;
Nature, in awe to Him,
Had doffed her gaudy trim,

With her great Master so to sympathize:
It was no season then for her

To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. **
4. No war or battle's sound
Was heard the world around :

The idle spear and shield were high up-hung;
The hookéd chariot stood,
Unstained with hostile blood;

The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ;
And kings sat still, with awful eye,

As if they surely knew their sovereign Lord was
5. But peaceful was the night
Wherein the Prince of Light

His reign of peace upon the earth began :
The winds, with wonder whist,
Smoothly the waters kissed,

Whispering new joys to the mild ocean,
Who now hath quite forgot to rave,

While birds of calm sit on the charméd wave. **
8. The shepherds on the lawn,
Or e'er the point of dawn,

Sat simply chatting in a rustic row;
Full little thought they then
That the mighty Pan
Was kindly come to live with them below

; ; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep,

Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.
9. When such music sweet
Their hearts and ears did greet

As never was by mortal singer strook,
Divinely warbled voice,
Answering the stringéd noise,

As all their souls in blissful rapture took :
The air, such pleasure loth to lose,

With thousand echoes still prolongs cach heavenly
11. At last surrounds their sight
A globe of circular light,

That with long beams the shamc-faced night
The helméd cherubim,
And sworded seraphim,

[played, Are seen in glittering ranks, with wings disHarping, in loud and solemn choir,

With unexpressive notes to Heaven's new-born 12. Such music as ('t is said) Before was never made,

But when of old the Sons of Morning sung,

While the Creator great
His constellations set,

And the well-balanced world on hinges hung,
And cast the dark foundations deep, (keep.

And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel 13. Ring out, ye crystal spheres,

Once bless our human ears

(If ye have power to touch our senses so),
And let your silver chime
Move in melodious time,

And let the base of heaven's deep organ blow,
And, with your nine-fold harmony,

up full consort to the angelic symphony. 14. For if such holy song

Inwarp our fancy long,

Time will run back, and fetch the Age of Gold,
And speckled vanity
Will sicken soon and die,

And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould,
And hell itself will pass away,

And leave her dolorous mansion to the peering
19. The oracles are dumb,
No voice or hideous hum

Runs through the arched roof in words de-
Apollo from his shrine
Can no more divine,

[leaving With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos No nightly trance or breathéd spell (cell.

Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic 20. The lonely mountains o'er,

And the resounding shore,

A voice of weeping heard and loud lament;
From haunted spring and dale,
Edged with poplar pale,

The parting genius is with sighing sent;
With flower-inwoven tresses torn, [mourn.

The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets
21. In consecrated earth,
And on the holy hearth,

[plaint ;
The Lars and Lemures mourn with midnight
In urns, and altars round,
A drear and dying sound

Affrights the flamens at their service quaint;
And the chill marble seems to sweat (seat. **

While each peculiar power foregoes his customed
27 But see, the Virgin blest
Hath laid her Babe to rest ;

[ending :
Time is our tedious song should here have
Heaven's youngest teeméd star
Hath fixed her polished car, (tending,

Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp at-
And all about the courtly stable
Bright harnessed angels sit in order serviceable.

[close. **


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With kindred pleasures moved, and cares opprest, Sharing alike our weariness and rest ; Who lives the daily partner of our hours, Thro' every change of heat, and frost, and showers; Partakes our cheerful meals, partaking first In mutual labor and in mutual thirst, The kindly intercourse will ever prove A bond of amity and social love. SYMPATHY WITH OUR DOMESTIC ANIMALS ; THEIR DEPENDENCE

For though on hoary twigs no buds peep out, And e'en the hardy bramble cease to sprout, Beneath dread Winter's level sheets of snow The sweet nutritious turnip deigns to grow. Till now imperious want and wide-spread dearth Bid labor claim her treasures from the earth. On Giles, and such as Giles, the labor falls To strew the frequent load where hunger calls. On driving gales sharp hail indignant flies, And sleet, more irksome still, assails his eyes ; Snow clogs his feet; or, if no snow is seen, The field with all its juicy store to screen, Deep goes the frost, till every root is found A rolling mass of ice upon the ground. No tender ewe can break her nightly fast, Nor heifer strong begin the cold repast,


To more than man this generous warmth extends, And oft the team and shiv'ring herd befriends ; Tender solicitude the bosom fills, And pity executes what reason wills : Youth learns compassion's tale from every tongue, And flies to aid the helpless and the young ;

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