Whofe head-aches nail them to a noon-day bed;
And fave me too from theirs whose haggard eyes
Flash desperation, and betray their pangs
For property ftripp'd off by cruel chance;
From gaiety that fills the bones with pain,
The mouth with blafphemy, the heart with woe.
The earth was made fo various, that the mind
Of defuitory man, ftudious of change,
And pleas'd with novelty, might be indulged.
Profpects however lovely may be seen

'Till half their beauties fade; the weary fight, Too well acquainted with their smiles, flides off Faftidious, feeking less familiar scenes.

Then fnug inclosures in the fhelter'd vale,
Where frequent hedges intercept the eye,
Delight us, happy to renounce awhile,
Not fenfeless of its charms, what ftill we love,
That fuch short absence may endear it more.
Then forests, or the favage rock may please,
That hides the fea-mew in his hollow clefts
Above the reach of man: his hoary head
Confpicuous many a league, the mariner
Bound homeward, and in hope already there,
Greets with three cheers exulting. At his waist
A girdle of half-wither'd fhrubs he shows,

And

And at his feet the baffled billows die.

The common overgrown with fern, and rough With prickly gorfe, that shapeless and deform'd And dang❜rous to the touch, has yet its bloom, And decks itself with ornaments of gold, Yields no unpleafing ramble; there the turf Smells fresh, and rich in odorif'rous herbs And fungous fruits of earth, regales the sense With luxury of unexpected sweets.

There often wanders one, whom better days
Saw better clad, in cloak of fattin trimm'd
With lace, and hat with splendid ribband bound.
A ferving maid was fhe, and fell in love
With one who left her, went to sea and died.
Her fancy followed him through foaming waves
To diftant fhores, and fhe would fit and weep
At what a failor fuffers; fancy too

Delusive most where warmest wishes are,
Would oft anticipate his glad return,

And dream of tranfports fhe was not to know.
She heard the doleful tidings of his death,
And never fmil'd again. And now the roams
The dreary wafte; there fpends the livelong day,
And there, unless when charity forbids,

The livelong night. A tatter'd apron hides,

Worn

Worn as a cloak, and hardly hides a gown
More tatter'd ftill; and both but ill conceal
A bosom heaved with never-ceafing fighs.
She begs an idle pin of all the meets,

And hoards them in her fleeve; but needful food, Though prefs'd with hunger oft, or comelier cloaths,

Though pinch'd with cold, afks never.-Kate is craz'd.

I fee a column of flow-rifing smoke O'ertop the lofty wood that skirts the wild. A vagabond and useless. tribe there eat Their miserable meal. A kettle flung Between two poles upon a stick transverse, Receives the morfel; flesh obfcene of dog, Or vermin, or at best, of cock purloin'd From his accustom'd perch. Hard-faring race! They pick their fuel out of ev'ry hedge,

Which kindled with dry leaves, just faves unquench'd

The fpark of life. The fportive wind blows wide
Their flutt'ring rags, and fhows a tawny skin,
The vellum of the pedigree they claim.
Great skill have they in palmistry, and more
To conjure clean away the gold they touch,

Conveying

Conveying worthlefs drofs into ies place.

Loud when they beg, dumb only when they steal.
Strange! that a creature rational, and caft
In human mould, fhould brutalize by choice
His nature, and though capable of arts
By which the world might profit and himself,
Self-banish'd from fociety, prefer

Such fqualid floth to honorable toil.

Yet even thefe, though feigning fickness oft
They fwathe the forehead, drag the limping limb
And vex their flesh with artificial fores,

Can change their whine into a mirthful note
When safe occafion offers, and with dance
And mufic of the bladder and the bag

Beguile their woes and make the woods refound.
Such health and gaiety of heart enjoy

The houseless rovers of the fylvan world;

And breathing wholesome air, and wand'ring much,

Need other phyfic none to heal th' effects
Of loathfome diet, penury, and cold.

Bleft he, though undiftinguish'd from the crowd
By wealth or dignity, who dwells fecure
Where man, by nature fierce, has laid afide

His fierceness, having learnt, though flow to

learn,

VOL. II.

C

The

The manners and the arts of civil life.

His wants, indeed, are many; but fupply Is obvious; placed within the easy reach Of temp'rate wishes and industrious hands. Here virtue thrives as in her proper foil; Not rude and furly, and befet with thorns, And terrible to fight, as when she springs, (If e'er she spring spontaneous) in remote And barb'rous climes, where violence prevails, And strength is lord of all; but gentle, kind, By culture tam'd, by liberty refresh'd, And all her fruits by radiant truth matur'd. War and the chace engross the savage whole. War follow'd for revenge, or to fupplant The envied tenants of fome happier spot, The chace for fuftenance, precarious trust! His hard condition with fevere constraint Binds all his faculties, forbids all growth Of wisdom, proves a school in which he learns Sly circumvention, unrelenting hate, Mean felf-attachment, and scarce aught befide. Thus fare the shiv'ring natives of the north,

And thus the rangers of the weflern world

Where it advances far into the deep,

Towards th' Antarctic.

Ev'n the favor'd ifles

So