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And paid profusely with the precious bowl,
The stinted kindness of his churlish soul !
But, now the clouds in airy tumult fly:
The sun, emerging, opes an azure sky;
A fresher green the smelling leaves display,
And glittéring as they tremble, cheer the day:
The weather courts them from the poor retreat;
And the glad master bolts the wary gate.

While hence they walk, the pilgrim's bosom wrought
With all the travail of uncertain thought.
His partner's acts without their cause appear-
'Twas there a vice, and seem'd a madness here.
Detesting that, and pitying this, he goes,
Lost and confounded with the various shows,

Now night's dim shades again involve the skyAgain the wanderers want a place to lie.com Again they search, and find a lodging nighThe soil improv'd around the mansion neatAnd neither poorly low, nor idly great : It seein'd to speak its master's turn of mindContent, and not for praise, but virtue, kind. Hither the walkers turn with weary feet'; Then bless the mansion, and the master greet; Their greeting fair, bestow'd with modest guise, The courteous master hears, and thus replies. Without a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, 1 yield a part: From him you come, from him accept it here A nk and sober, inore than costly cheer. He spoke; and bade the welcome table spread? Then talkód of virtue till the time of bed; When the grave household round his hall repair, Warn'd by the bell, and close the hours with prayer.

At length the world renewód by calm repose, Was strong for toil; the dappled morn arose ; Before the pilgrims part, the younger crept Near the closód cradle, where an infant slept, And writh'd his neck; the landlord's little prideO strange return !--grew black, and gaspid and died. Horror of horrors ! what! his only son! How look'd our hermit when the deed was done! Not hell, though hell's black jaws in sunder part, And breath blue fire, could more assault his heart.

Confus'd and struck with silence at the deed,
He flies; but trembling, fails to fly with speed.
His steps the youth pursues. The country lay
Perplex'd with roads; a servant show'd the way,
A river crossd the path. The passage oʻer
Was nice to find; the servant trod before;
Long arms of oak, an open bridge supply'd,
And the deep waves, beneath the bending, glide.
The youth who seemód to watch a time to sin,
Approach'd the careless guide, and thrust him in :
Plunging, he falls; and rising, lifts his head;
Then flashing, turns, and sinks among the dead.

Wild sparkling rage inflames the father's eyes;
He bursts the bands of fear, and madly cries,
Detested wretch !-But scarce his speech began,
When the strange partner seem'd no longer man;
His youthful face grew more serenely sweet,
His robe turn'd white, and flowd upon his feet;
Fair rounds of radiant points invest his hair,
Celestial odours breathe through purpled air;
And wings, whose colours glitter'd on the day.
Wide at his back, their gradual plumes display. .
The form etherial bursts upon his sight,
And moves in all the majesty of light.

Though loud, at first, the pilgrim's passion grew,
Sudden he gaz'd, and wist not what to do ;
Surprise, in secret chains, his word suspends,
And, in a calm, his settled temper ends.
But silence here, the beauteous angel broke:
The voice of inusic ravishíd as he spoke. -

Thy prayer, thy praise, thy life, to vice unknown, In sweet memorial rise before the throne : These charms success in our bright region find, And force an angel down to calm thy mind. For this commission'd, I forsook the sky; Nay, cease to kneel, thy fellow servant I.

Then know the truth of government divine,
And let these scruples be no longer thine.

The Maker justly claims that world he made;
In this the right of Providence is laid;
Its sacred majesty, through all, depends
On using second means to work his ends.

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Tis thus, withdrawn in state from human eye,
The Power exerts his attributes on high ;
Your actions uses, nor controuls your will,
And bids the doubting sons of men be still.

What strange events can strike with more surprise,
Than those which lately struck thy wondóring eyes ?
Yet taught by these, confess the Almighty just,
And where you can't unriddle, learn to trust.

The great, vain man, who faród on costly food, Whose life was too luxurious to be good ; Who made his ivory stand with goblets shine, And forc'd his guests to morning draughts of wine; Has, with the cup, the graceless custom lost, And still he welcomes, but with less of cost.

The mean suspicious wretch, whose bolted door Ne'er mov'd in pity to the wand'ing poor ; With him I left the cup, to teach his mind, That heaven can bless, if mortals will be kind. Conscious of wanting worth, le views the bowl, And feels compassion touch bis grateful soul. Thus artist's inelt the sullen ore of lead, With heaping coals of fire upon its head : In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow, And loose from dross, the silver runs below.

Long had our pious friend in virtue trod, But now the child half wean-d his heart from God; (Child of his age) for him he lived in pain, and measuród back his steps to earth again, To what excesses had his dotage run? But God, to save the father, took the soit. To all, but thee, in fits, he seem'd to go, And 'twas my ministry to deal the blow. The poor fond parent, humbled in the dust, Now owns, in tears, the punishment was just.

But how had all his fortune felt a wreck, Had that false sei vant sped in safely back! This night his treasur'd heaps he meant to steal, And what a fund of charity would fail !

Thus heaven instructs thy mind. This trial o'er, Depart in peace, resign, and sin no more.

On sounding pinions here the youth withdrew, The sage stood wond'ring as the seraph flew.

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Thus look'd Elisha, when to mount on high,
His master took the chariot of the sky :
The fiery pomp, ascending, left the view;
The prophet gaz'd, and wish'd to follow too.

The bending hermit here a prayer begun :
"Lord, as in heaven on earth thy will be done.
Then, gladly turning, sought his ancient place,
And pass'd a life of piety and peace.

IX.-On the Death of Mrs. Mason.-Mason,
TAKE, holy earth ! all that my soul holds dear :

Take that best gift, which heaven so lately gave; To Bristol's fount I bore, with trembling care,

Her faded form. She bow'd to taste the wave, And died. Does youth, does beauty read the line ?

Does sympathetic fear their breast alarm? Speak, dead Maria! breathe a strain divine;

E’en from the grave thou shalt have power to charm. Bid them be chaste, be innocent like thee;

Bid them in duty's sphere, as ineekly move: And if as fair, from vanity as free,

As firm in friendship, and as fond in love; Tell them, though 'tis an awful thing to die,

('Twas een to thee) yet the dread path once trod, Heaven lifts its everlasting portals high,"

And bids the pure in heart behold their God.”


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X--Extract from the Temple of Fame-Pope,
AROUND these wonders as I cast a look,
The trumpet sounded and the temple shook;
And all the nations summond at the call,
From different quarters fill the spacious liall.
Of various tongues the mingled sounds were heard;
In various garbs promiscuous throngs appear'd :
Millions of suppliant crowds the shrine attend,
And all degrees before the goddess bend;

poor, the rich, the valiant and the sage,
And boasting youth, and narrative old age.

First, at the shrine, the learned world appear,
And to the goddess thus prefer their prayer :
"Long have we sought t' instruct and please mankind,
With studies pale, and midnight vigils blind:
But thank'd by few, rewarded yet by none,

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We here appeal to thy superiour throne;
On wit and learning the just prize bestow,
For fame is all we must expect below."
The goddess heard, and bade the muses raise
The golden trumpet of eternal praise.
From pole to pole the winds diffuse the sound,
And fill the circuit of the world around :
Not all at once, as thunder breaks the cloud,
The notes at first were rather sweet than loud :
By just degress they every moment rise,
Spread round the earth, and gain upon the skies.

Next these, the good and just, an awful train, Thus, on their knees, address the sacred fane: “Since living virtue is with envy curs'd, And the best men are treated as the worst, Do thou, just goddess, call our merits forth, And give each deed th' exact intrinsic worth.” “Not with bare justice shall your acts be crown'd, (Said Fame) but high above desert renowo'd, Let fuller notes th' applauding world amaze, And the loud clarion labour in your praise."

A troop came next, who crowns and armour wore, And proud defiance in their looks they bore. * For thee (they cry'd) amidst alarms and strife, We saild in tempests down the stream of life; For thee, whole nations fill'd with fire and blood, And swam to empire through the purple flood. Those ills we dar'd, thy inspiration own; What virtue seem'd was done for thee alone.” “ Ambitious fools! (the queen reply'd and frown'd) Be all your deeds in dark oblivion drown'd; There sleep forgot, with mighty tyrants gone, Your statues moulder'd, and your names unknown." A sudden cloud straight snatch'd them from my sight, And each majestic phantom sunk in night.

Then came the smallest tribe 1 yet had seen ; Plain was their dress, and modest was their mien : « Great ido: of mankind, we never claim The praise of merit, nor aspire to fame; But, safe in deserts from the applause of men, Would die unhcard of, as we liv'd unseen, 'Tis all we beg thee, to conceal from sight, Those acts of goodness which themselves requite.

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