"Skims o'er the dales, and eyes our sleeping folds "Or in hoar caves around Plynlymmon's brow, "Where precious minerals dart their purple gleams, Among her fifters the reclines; the lov'd

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Vaga, profufe of graces, Ryddol * rough,

"Blithe Yftwith *, and Clevedoc * fwift of foot; "And mingles various feeds of flowers and herbs, "In the divided torrents, ere they burst

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Through the dark clouds, and down the mountain "roll.

<<Nor taint-worm fhall infect the yeaning herds,
"Nor penny-grafs, nor fpearwort's poifonous leaf."
He faid: with light fantastic toe, the nymphs
Thither affembled, thither every swain;

And o'er the dimpled stream a thousand flowers,
Pale lilies, rofes, violets, and pinks,

Mix'd with the greens of burnet, mint, and thyme,
And trefoil, fprinkled with their sportive arms.

Such cuftom holds along th' irriguous vales,
From Wreakin's brow to rocky Dolvoryn †,
Sabrina's early haunt, ere yet she fled

The fearch of Guendolen, her stepdame proud,
With envious hate enrag'd. The jolly chear,
Spread on a moffy bank, untouch'd abides,

* Vaga, Ryddol, Yftwith, and Clevedoc, rivers, the fprings of which rife in the fides of Plynlymmon.

Dolvoryn, a ruinous caftle in Montgomeryshire, on the banks of the Severn:

Till cease the rites: and now the moffy bank
Is gaily circled, and the jolly chear
Difpers'd in copious measure; early fruits,
And those of frugal ftore, in husk or rind;
Steep'd grain, and curdled milk with dulcet cream
Soft temper'd, in full merriment they quaff,
And cast about their gibes; and fome apace
Whistle to roundelays: their little-ones
Look on delighted: while the mountain-woods,
And winding vallies, with the various notes
Of pipe, sheep, kine, and birds, and liquid brooks,
Unite their echoes: near at hand the wide
Majestic wave of Severn flowly rolls
Along the deep-divided glebe: the flood,
And trading bark with low contracted fail,
Linger among the reeds and copfy banks
To liften; and to view the joyous scene.

cifulness to animals. Of the winding of wool. Diversity of wool in the fleece: skill in the afforting of it; particularly among the Dutch. The ufes of each fort. Severe winters pernicious to the fleece. Directions to prevent their effects. Wool lighteft in common-fields: inconveniencies of commonfields. Vulgar errors concerning the wool of England: its real excellencies; and directions in the choice. No good wool in cold or wet paftures: yet all paftures improveable; exemplified in the drainage of Bedford Level. Britain in ancient times not efteemed for wool. Countries efteemed for wool before the Argonautic expedition. Of that expedition, and its confequences. Countries afterwards efteemed for wool. The decay of arts and sciences in the barbarous ages: their revival, firft at Venice. Countries noted for wool in the present times. Wool the beft of all the various materials for cloathing. The wool

wool of our island, peculiarly excellent, is the combing wool. Methods to prevent its exportation. Apology of the author for treating this fubject. Bishop Blaize the inventor of wool-combing. Of the dying of wool. Few dyes the natural product of England. Neceffity of trade for importing them. The advantages of trade, and its utility in the moral world; exemplified in the prosperity and ruin of the elder Tyre.

OW, of the fever'd lock, begin the fong,

With various numbers, through the fimple theme
To win attention: this, ye fhepherd fwains,
This is a labour. Yet, O Wray, if thou
Cease not with skilful hand to point her way,
The lark-wing'd Mufe, above the graffy vale,
And hills, and wood, fhall, finging, foar aloft;
And he, whom Learning, Wifdom, Candor, Grace,
Who glows with all the virtues of his fire,
Royston approve, and patronize the strain.

Through all the brute creation, none, as sheep,
To lordly man fuch ample tribute pay.
For him their udders yield nectareous streams:
For him their downy veftures they refign;

For him they spread the feast: ah! ne'er may he
Glory in wants, which doom to pain and death
His blameless fellow-creatures. Let difeafe,
Let wafted hunger, by deftroying live;
And the permiffion ufe with trembling thanks,
Meekly reluctant: 'tis the brute beyond:

And gluttons ever murder when they kill.
Ev'n to the reptile every cruel deed
Is high impiety. Howe'er not all,
Not of the fanguinary tribe are all;

All are not favage. Come, ye gentle swains,
Like Brama's healthy fons on Indus' banks,
Whom the pure ftream and garden fruits sustain,
Ye are the fons of Nature; your mild hands
Are innocent: ye, when ye fhear, relieve.
Come, gentle fwains, the bright unfully'd locks
Collect alternate fongs fhall footh your cares,
And warbling mufic break from every spray.
Be faithful; and the genuine locks alone
Wrap round: nor alien flake nor pitch enfold:
Stain not your ftores with bafe defire to add
Fallacious weight: nor yet, to mimic those,
Minute and light, of fandy Urchinfield
Leffen, with fubtle artifice, the fleece:
Equal the fraud. Nor interpofe delay,
Left bufy æther through the open wool
Debiliating pafs, and every film

Ruffle and fully with the valley's duft.

Guard too from moisture, and the fretting moth
Pernicious: fhe, in gloomy fhade conceal'd,
Her labyrinth cuts, and mocks the comber's care.
But in loofe locks of fells the most delights,
And feeble fleeces of diftemper'd sheep,
Whither the haftens, by the morbid fcent

The country about Rofs, in Herefordshire.

Allur'd;