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Her sea of leaves; thither we turn our steps,
And by tiie way attend the chearful sound
Of woodland harmony, that always fills
The meiry vale between. How sweet the song
Day's harbinger attunes! I have not heard
Such elegant divisions drawn from art.
And what is he that wins pur admiration?
A little speck that floats upon the sun-beam.
What vast perfection cannot nature crowd
Into a puny point! The nightingale
Her solo anthem sung, and all that heard
Content joins in the chorus of the day,
She, gentle heart, thinks it no pain to please,
Nor, like the moody songsters of the world,
Just shews her talent, pleases, takes affront,
And locks it up in envy.

I love to fee the little goldfmch pluck
The groundsil's feather'd seed, and twit and twit;
And then in bow'r of apple blossoms perch'd,
Trim his gay suit, and pay us with a song.
I would not hold him pris'ner for the world.

The chimney-haunting swallow, too, my eye And ear well pleases. I delight to see How suddenly he skims the glassy pool; How quaintly dips, and with a bullet's speed Whisks by. I love to be awake, and hear His morning song twitter'd to young-eyed day.

But most of all it wins my admiration,

To view the structure of this little work,

A bird's nest. Mark it well, within, without.

No tool, had he that wrought, no knife to cut.

No nail to fix, no bodkin to insert,

No glue to join; his little beak was all.

And yet .how neatly finish'd. What nice hand

Vr,ith ev'ry implement and means of art,

And twenty years apprenticeship to boot,
Could make me such another! Fondly then
\Ve boast of excellence, whose noblest akilt
Instinctive genius foils.

The bee observe;

She too an artist is, and laughs at man
'Who calls on rules the sightly hexagon
With truth to form; aTunning architect,
That at the roof begins her golden work,
And builds without foundation. How she toils,
And still from bud to bud, from fiow'r to fiow'r,
Travels the livelong day. Ye idle drones,
That rather pilfer than your bread obtain
By honest means like these, look here, and learn
How good, how fair, how honourable 'tis
To live by industry. Toe busy tribes
Of bees so emulous, are daily fed
With heaven's peculiar manna. 'Tis for them,
Unwearied alchymists, the blooming world
Nectareous gold distils. And bounteous heav'n,
Still to the diligent and active good,
Their very labour makes the certain cause
Of future wealth.

But see, the setting sun
Puts on a milder countenance, and skirts
The undulated clouds that cross his way
With glory visible. His axle cools,
And his broad disk, tho' fervent, not intense,
Foretels the near approach of matron night.
Ye fair, retreat! Vour drooping flowers need
Wholesome refreshment. Down the hedge-row path
We hasten home, and only slack our speed
To gaze a moment at the custom,d gap,
That all so unexpectedly presents
The clear.cerulean prospect down the vale.
Dispers'dwlong the bottom flocks a-id herds,
Hayricks and cottages, besides a stream

That silvery meanders here and there;
And higher up, corn-fields, and pastures, hops,
And waving woods, and tufts, and lonely oaks,
Thick interspers'd as Nature best was pleas'd.

Happy the man who truly loves his home,
And never wanders farther from his door
Then we have gone to-day; wh^ feels his heart
Still drawing homeward, and delights like us
Once more to rest his foot on his own threshold.

Adriano. BOOK VIII.




IT was some time in the summer of that year in

which Dendermond was taken by the allies, which

was about seven years before my father came into the country,—and about as many after the time, (hat my uncle Toby and Trim had privau*'y decamped from my father's house in town, in order to lay some of the fmest

su-ires in some of the finest fortified cities in Europe

-when my uncle Toby was one evening getting his supper,

with Trim sitting behind him at a small sideboard;

The landlord of a little inn in the village came into the parlour with an empty phial in his hand to beg a glass or two- of ?ack ; 'Tis for a pojr gentleman,—.—1 think, of the army, .said the landlord, who hiis been taken ill at my house four days age, and has never held up his head since, or had a desire to taste any 'thing, till just now, that he has A fancy for a glass-of sack and a thin to?.st,

. 1 think, says Iip, -taking his hand irom his forehead.,

it would comfort me.

If I could neither beg, borrow, or buy inch a thing., —added the landlord,—I would almost steal it for the

poor gentleman, he is so ill. 1 hope in God he will

still mend, continued he—we are all of us concerned for him.

Thou art a good natured soul, I will answer for thee, cried my uncle Toby; and thou shall drink the poor gentleman's health in a glass of sack thyself,—and take a couple of bottles with my service, and tell him he is heartily welcome to them, and to a dozen more if they will do him good.

Though I am persuaded, said my uncle Toby, as the landlord shut the door, he is a very compassionate fellow —Trim,—yet I cannot help entertaining a high opinion of his guest too; there must be something more than common in him, that in so short a time should win so much upon the affections of his host;—And of his whole family, added the corporal, for they are all concerned for him. —1—Step after him, said my uncle Toby,—do Trim,— andiask if he knows his name.

I have quite forgot it, truly, said the landlord, coming back into the parlour with .he corporal,—but I can ask his son again :—Has he a son with him them? said my uncle Toby,—A boy, roplied the landlord, of about eleven or twelve years of age;—but the poor creature has tasted 'almost as little as his father; he does nothing but

mown aod lament for him night and day: He has

not stirred from the-bed-side these two days.

My uncle Toby laid down his knife and fork, and thrust his plate from before him, as the landlord gave him the account; and Trim, without being ordered, took away without' saying one word and in a few minutes after brought lifau his pipe and tobacco.

Stay/in the room a little, said my uncle Toby—

Trim !—said my uncle Toby, after he had lighted his pipe, and smoaked about a dozen whiffs.—Trim came in front of his master and wade his bow;—my uncle Toby smoaked on and said no. more.——Corporal J said my uu

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