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The country Life.

Lest be the man (and blest he is) whoe'er (l'tac'd far out of the roads of hope and fear) A little held and little garden , feeds :. The field gives all th.it frugal nature needs; The wealthy garden liberally bestows All she can ask, when she luxurious grows. The specious inconveniences , that wait Upon a life of business and of state, He sees (nor does the sight disturb his rest) By fools desir'd , by wicked men possest. Thus , thus (and this deserv'd great Virgil's praise). The old Corycian yeoman pass'd his days; Thus his wise life Abdolonymus spent: Th' ambassadors , which the great emperor sent To offer .him a crown , with wonder found The rev'rend gardener hoeing of his ground; Unwillingly , and slow, and discontent, From his lov'd cottage to a throne he went; And oft he stopt,. in his triumphant way, And oft look'd back, and oft was heard to say , Not without sighs ,——AlasM there forsake A happier kingdom than I go to take !.' Thus Aglaiis (a man unknown to men , Bat the gods knew", and therefore lov'd him then ) Thus liv'd obscurely then without a name , Aglaiis , now consign'd t'eternal fame. For Gyges , the rich king , wicked and great, Presum'd at wi«e Apollo's Delphic seat Presum'd to ask: Oh thou , the whole world's eye,. See'st thou a man that happier is than I? The god , -who scorns to flatter man, reply'd, Aglaiis happier is. BufGyges cry*d , In a proud rage , Who can that Aglaiis be? We have heard y as yet, of no such king as he.

And true it was , through the whole earth around

No king of such a name was to be found.

Is some old hero of that name alive,

"Who his high race does from the gods derive?

Is it some mighty general that has done

"Wonders in fight, and god-like honours won?

Is it some man of endless wealth? said he.

None , none of these. Who can this Aglaiis be?

After long search , and vain enquiries past,

In an obscure Arcadian vale at last

(Th' Arcadian life has always shady been)

Near Sopko's town ( which he but once had seen )

This Aglaiis, who monarch's envy drew ,

Whose happiness the gods stood witness to ,

This mighty Aglaiis , was labouring found,

With his own hands, in his own little ground.

So , gracious God! (if it may lawful be,
Among those foolish gods to mention thee)
So let me act on such a private stage ,
The last dull scenes of my declining age;
After long toils and voyages in vain ,-
This quiet port let my tost vessel gain;
Of heavenly rest, this earnest to me lend T
Let my life sleep , and learn to love her end.

GowiETf.

Health.

J.1 ow early shepherds o'er the meadow pass r
And print long footsteps in the glitt'ring grass}
The cows neglectful of their pasture stand ,
By turns obsequious to the milker's hand.

When Damon softly trod the shaven lawn,
Damon , a youth from city cares withdrawn;
Long was the pleasing walk he wander'd through,
A cover'd arbour clos'd the distant view;
There rest the youth , and while the feather'd

throng Raise their wild music, thus contrives a song.

Here wafted o'er by mild Etesian air, Thou, country, goddess, beauteous Health! repair;

Here let my breast thro' quiv'ring trees in-hale
Thy rosy blessings .with the morning gale.
What are the fields, or flow'rs, or all I see?

Ah ! tasteless all, if not enjoy'd with thee.

Joy to my soul! I feel the goddess nigh, The lace of Nature cheers as well as I; O'er the flat green refreshing breezes run,. The smiling daisies blow beneath the sun , The brooks run purling down with silver waves, The planted lanes rejoice with dancing leaves , The chirping birds from all the compass rove, To tempt the tuneful echoes of the grove; High sunny summits , deeply shaded dales, Thick mossy banks , and flow'ry winding vales ,. With various prospect gratify the sight t And scatter fix'd attention in delight.

Oh come, thou goddess of my rural song! And bring thy daughter calm Content, along,D.imeof the ruddy cheek and laughing eye, From whose bright presence clouds of sorrow fly '•' For her I mow my walks , I plat my bow'rs, Clip low my hedges, and support my flow'rs;: To welcome her this summer seat I drest, And. here I court her when she coines to rest ;.

When she from exercise to learned ease
Shall change again, and teach the change to please.
Now friends conversing my soft hours refine ,
Arid. Tully's Tusculum revives in mine:
Now to grave books I bid the mind retreat,
And such as make me rather good than great;;
Or o'er the works of easy Fancy rove,
"Where Hutes and innocence amuse the grove:.
The native bard thit on Sicilian plains
First sung the lowly manners of the swains,
Or Maro's Muse, that in the fairest light
Paints rural prospects and the charms of sight;
These soft amusements bring content along,
And fancy, void of sorrow , turns to song ,
Here , beauteous Health ! for all the year remain,.
"When the next comes, I'll charm thee thus again..

On Pride.

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't all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind r What, the weak head with strongest bias rules , L> Pride, the never-failing vice of fools. Whatever Nature has in worth deny'd , Slye gives in large recruits of needless pride!' For, as in bodies , thus in souls, we lind What wants in blood and spirits , swell'd with

wind. Pride, where wit fails , steps into our defence , And fills up all the iniehty void of sense. If once right Reason drives that cloud away , Truth breaks upon us with resistless day. Trust not yourself; but, your defects to know , Make use of ev'ry friend—and ev'ry foe. A little learning is a dang'rous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring :There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain! And drinking largety sobers us again. Pir'd at first sight with what the Muse imparts, In fearlessyouth we tempt the heights of arts, While, from the bounded level of our mind, Short views we take ,nor see the lengths behind; But, more advanc'd, behold with strange surprise, New distant scenes of endless science rise! So pleas'd at first the tow'ring Alps we try, Mount o'er the vales, and seem to tread the sky; Th' eternal snows appear already past, And the first clouds and mountains seem the last: But, those attain'd , we tremble to survey The growing labours of the lenglhen'd way; Th' increasing prospect tires our wand'ring eyes; Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.

Pope.

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