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That sinks you soft in elegance and ease ;
Stretched o'er the stony heath ; the stubble chapt; Be mindful of those limbs, in russet clad,
The thistly lawn; the thick-entangled broom ; Whose toil to yours is warmth and graceful pride, Of the same friendly hue, the withered fern ; And, O! be mindful of that sparing board
The fallow ground laid open to the sun, Which covers yours with luxury profuse,
Concoctive ; and the nodding, sandy bank, Makes your glass sparkle, and your sense rejoice ! Hung o'er the mazes of the mountain brook. Nor cruelly demand what the deep rains
Vain is her best precaution ; though she sits And all-involving winds have swept away.
Concealed, with folded ears ; unsleeping eyes,
By Nature raised to take the horizon in ;
And head couched close between her hairy feet,
In scattered, sullen openings, far behind, How in his mid-career the spaniel struck,
With every breeze she hears the coming storm. Stiff, by the tainted gale, with open nose,
But nearer, and more frequent, as it loads Outstretched and finely sensible, draws full,
The sighing gale, she springs amazed, and all Fearful and cautious, on the latent prey ;
The savage soul of game is up at once : As in the sun the circling covey bask
The pack full-opening, various ; the shrill horn Their varied plumes, and watchful, every way
Resounded from the hills; the neighing steed, Through the rough stubble turn the secret eye. Wild for the chase ; and the loud hunters' shout ; Caught in the meshy snare, in vain they beat O'er a weak, harmless, flying creature, all Their idle wings, entangled more and more :
Mixed in mad tumult, and discordant joy. Nor on the surges of the boundless air,
THE STAG-HUNT. - VAIS EFFORTS OF TIIE QUARRY. - THE Though borne triumphant, are they safe ; the gun,
SELFISH HERD, -THE SLAVGIITER. Glanced just, and sudden, from the fowler's eye,
The stag too, singled from the herd, where long O'ertakes their sounding pinions ; and again,
Ile ranged the branching monarch of the shades, Immediate, brings them from the towering wing, Before the tempest drives. At first in speed Dead to the ground ; or drives them wide-dispersed,
| He, sprightly, puts his faith ; and, roused by fear, Wounded, and wheeling various, down the wind.
Gives all his swift, aerial soul to flight;
Against the breeze he darts, that way the more POETRY REBUKES, NOT GLORIFIES, FOWLING AND THE CHASE,
To leave the lessening, murderous cry behind : These are not subjects for the peaceful Muse,
Deception short! though fleeter than the winds Nor will she stain with such her spotless song ;
Blown o'er the keen-aired mountain by the north,
He bursts the thickets, glances through the glades, Then most delighted, when she social sees The whole mixed animal creation round
And plunges deep into the wildest wood ; Alive and happy. 'T is not joy to her,
If slow, yet sure, adhesive to the track This falsely-cheerful, barbarous game of death,
Hot-steaming, up behind him come again This rage of pleasure, which the restless youth
The inhuman rout, and from the shady depth Awakes, impatient, with the gleaming morn :
Expel him, circling through his every shift.
the forest oft ; and sobbing sees When beasts of prey retire, that all night long, Urged by necessity, had ranged the dark,
The glades, mild opening to the golden day ;
Where, in kind contest, with his butting friends As if their conscious ravage shunned the light,
He wont to struggle, or his loves enjoy.
Oft in the full descending flood he tries
To lose the scent, and lave his burning sides : Of the worst monster that e'er roamed the waste,
Oft seeks the herd ; the watchful herd, alarmed,
With selfish care avoid a brother's woe. For sport alone pursues the cruel chase,
What shall be do? His once so vivid nerves, Amid the beamings of the gentle days.
So full of buoyant spirit, now no more Upbraid, ye ravening tribes, our wanton rage,
Inspire the course ; but fainting, breathless toil, For hunger kindles you, and lawless want ;
Sick, seizes on his heart : he stands at bay,
And puts his last weak refuge in despair.
The big round tears run down his dappled face ;
Ho groans in anguish ; while the growling pack, THE TIMID HARE. --HER VARIOUS REFEGES DESCRIBED.
Blood-happy, hang at his fair jutting chest,
BETRAYED BY THE DEW. - MISERABLE EXULTATION AT
THE LION, WOLF, OR BOAR NUNT MORE WORTUY.
Poor is the triumph o'er the timid hare ! Scared from the corn, and now to some lone seat Retired : the rushy fen; the ragged furze,
Of this enough. But if the sylvan youth,
On violets diffused, while soft she bears
TOR, -DISGUSTING SCENE.
Must have the chase ; behold, despising flight,
LONG COURSE AND GLORY. - THE BRUSH. -THE REVEL.
These Britain knows not ; give, ye Britons, then, Your sportive fury, pitiless, to pour Loose on the nightly robber of the fold; Him, from his craggy, winding haunts unearthed, Let all the thunder of the chase pursue. Throw the broad ditch behind you ; o'er the hedge High bound, resistless ; nor the deep morass Refuse, but through the shaking wilderness Pick your nice way ; into the perilous flood Bear fearless, of the raging instinct full ; And, as you ride the torrent, to the banks Your triumph sound sonorous, running round, From rock to rock, in circling echoes tossed ; Then scale the mountains to their woody tops ; Rush down the dangerous steep ; and o'er the lawn, In fancy swallowing up the space between, Pour all your speed into the rapid game. For happy he ! who tops the wheeling chase ; Has every maze evolved, and every guile Disclosed ; who knows the merits of the pack ; Who saw the villain seized, and dying hard, Without complaint, though by a hundred mouths Relentless torn. O glorious he, beyond His daring peers! when the retreating horn Calls them to ghostly halls of gray renown, With woodland honors graced ; the fox's fur Depending decent from the roof : and spread Round the drear walls, with antic figures fierce, The stag's large front : he then is loudest heard, When the night staggers with severer toils, With feats Thessalian centaurs never knew ; And their repeated wonders shake the dome. THE FOX-HUNT FEAST ; THE SIRLOIN ; POT-PIES; PUNCH ; OLD
OCTOBER ALE ; WHIST; BACK-GAMMON ; SMOKING. But first the fuelled chimney blazes wide ; The tankards foam ; and the strong table groans Beneath the smoking sirloin, stretched immense From side to side, in which, with desperate knife, They deep incision make, and talk the while Of England's glory, ne'er to be defaced, While hence they borrow vigor : or amain Into the pasty plunged, at intervals, If stomach keen can intervals allow, Relating all the glories of the chase. Then sated Hunger bids his brother Thirst Produce the mighty bowl ; the mighty bowl, Swelled high with fiery juice, steams liberal round A potent gale ; delicious as the breath Of Maia to the love-sick shepherdess,
At last, these puling idlenesses laid Aside, frequent and full, the dry divan Close in firm circle ; and set, ardent, in For serious drinking. Nor evasion sly, Nor sober shift, is to the puking wretch Indulged apart ; but earnest, brimming bowls Lave every soul, the table floating round, And pavement, faithless to the fuddled foot. Thus as they swim in mutual swill, the talk, Vociferous at once from twenty tongues, [hounds, Reels fast from theme to theme ; from horses, To church or mistress, politics or ghost, In endless mazes, intricate, perplexed. Meantime, with sudden interruption, loud, The impatient catch bursts from the joyous heart; That moment touched is every kindred soul ; And, opening in a full-mouthed cry of joy, The laugh, the slap, the jocund curse, go round ; While, from their slumbers shook, the kemelled Mix in the music of the day again. (hounds As when the tempest, that has vexed the deep The dark night long, with fainter murmurs falls, So gradual sinks their mirth. Their feeble tongues, Unable to take up the cumbrous word, Lie quite dissolved. Before their maudlin eyes, Seen dim and blue, the double tapers dance, Like the sun wading through the misty sky. Then, sliding soft, they drop. Confused above, Glasses and bottles, pipes and gazetteers, As if the table e'en itself was drunk, Lie a wet, broken scene ; and wide, below, Is heaped the social slaughter : where astride The lubber-power in filthy triumph sits, Slumbrous, inclining still from side to side, And steeps them drenched in potent sleep till morn. Perhaps some doctor, of tremendous paunch, Awful and deep, a black abyss of drink, Outlives them all ; and from his buried flock Retiring, full of rumination sad, Laments the weakness of these latter times. WOMAN'S SPHERE ; THE CHASE CXFIT.- WOMAN'S TRIE CHARMS
AND PROPER ACCOMPLISHMENTS. - DANCING; DRAWING; NEEDLE-WORK; MUSIC; MAKING PRESERVES ; EDICATION OF CHILDREN; THE RENDERING OF HOME VIRTLOCS AND
But if the rougher sex by this fierce sport Is hurried wild, let not such horrid joy
E'er stain the bosom of the British fair.
Obedient to the breeze and beating ray,
GATHERING OF HAZEL-XCTS. -- MELINDA.
Ye swains, now hasten to the hazel bank, Where down yon dale the wildly-winding brook Falls hoarse from steep to steep. In close array, Fit for the thickets and the tangling shrub, Ye virgins, come. For you their latest song The woodlands raise ; the clustering nuts for you The lover finds amid the secret shade ; And, where they burnish on the topmost bough, With active vigor crushes down the tree ; Or shakes them ripe from the resigning husk, A glossy shower, and of an ardent brown, As are the ringlets of Melinda's hair : Melinda ! formed with every grace complete ; Yet these neglecting, above beauty wise, And far transcending such a vulgar praise.
THE SEAT OF MR. BUBB DODINGTON, IY AUTUMN, DESCRIBED.
- THE DOWNS OF DORSETSHIRE. --THE POET YOUNG. - THE AUTHOR'S FAVORITE RETREAT.
In this glad season, while his sweetest beams The sun sheds equal o'er the meekened day, O lose me in the green delightful walks, Of, Dodington, thy seat, serene and plain ; Where simple Nature reigns ; and every view, Diffusive, spreads the pure Dorsetian downs, In boundless prospect ; yonder shagged with wood, Here rich with barvest, and there white with flocks ! Meantime the grandeur of thy lofty dome, Far-splendid, seizes on the ravished eye. New beauties rise with each revolving day ; New columns swell ; and still the fresh Spring finds New plants to quicken, and new groves to green. Full of thy genius all! the Muses' seat : Where in the secret bower, and winding walk, For virtuous Young and thee they twine the bay. Here wandering oft, fired with the restless thirst Of thy applause, I solitary court The inspiring breeze, and meditate the book Of Nature, ever open ; aiming thence, Warm from the heart, to learn the moral song. Here, as I steal along the sunny wall Where Autumn basks, with fruit empurpled deep, My pleasing theme continual prompts my thought : Presents the downy peach, the shining plum, The ruddy, fragrant nectarine ; and, dark Beneath his ample leaf, the luscious fig. The vine too here her curling tendrils shoots, Hangs out her clusters, glowing to the south, And scarcely wishes for a warmer sky.
THIE ORCHARD.-GATHERING OF FRUIT. - PEARS; APPLES ;
let us tread the maze
THE VINEYARD AND VINTAGE. — WINE-MAKING. - CLARET ;
BURGUNDY ; CHAMPAGNE.
Where, by the potent sun elated high,
AUTUMN FOGS. — THE SUN THROUGH A FOG. – CHAOS.
Now, by the cool declining year condensed, Descend the copious exhalations, checked As up the middle sky unseen they stole, And roll the doubling fogs around the hill. No more the mountain, horrid, vast, sublime, Which pours a sweep of rivers from its sides, And high between contending kingdoms rears The rocky long division, fills the view With great variety ; but, in a night Of gathering vapor, from the baffled sense Sinks dark and dreary. Thence expanding far, The huge dusk, gradual, swallows up the plain : Vanish the woods ; the dim-seen river seems Sullen and slow to roll the misty wave. E'en in the height of noon oppressed, the sun Sheds, weak and blunt, his wide-refracted ray : Whence glaring oft, with many a broadened orb, He frights the nations. Indistinct on earth, Seen through the turbid air, beyond the life Objects appear; and, 'wildered, o'er the waste The shepherd stalks gigantic. Till at last Wreathed dun around, in deeper circles still Successive closing, sits the general fog Unbounded o'er the world ; and, mingling thick, A forinless, gray confusion covers all. As when of old (so sung the Hebrew bard) Light, uncollected, through the chaos urged Its infant way; nor Order yet had drawn His lovely train from out the dubious gloom.
And their unfailing wealth the rivers draw.
RAPID SURVEY OF THE CHIEF MOUNTAINS OF THE WORLD.
Say, then, where lurk the vast eternal springs, That, like creating Nature, lie concealed From mortal eye, yet with their lavish stores Refresh the globe, and all its joyous tribes ! O thou pervading Genius, given to man To trace the secrets of the dark abyss, O lay the mountains bare ! and wide display Their hidden structure to the astonished view! Strip from the branching Alps their piny load ; The huge incumbrance of horrific woods From Asian Taurus, from Imaus stretched Athwart the roving Tartar's sullen bounds ! Give opening Hemus to my searching eye, And high Olympus pouring many a stream ; O from the sounding summits of the north, The Dofrine Hills, through Scandinavia rolled To furthest Lapland and the frozen main ; From lofty Caucasus, far seen by those Who in the Caspian and black Euxine toil ; From cold Riphæan rocks, which the wild Russ Believes the stony girdle of the world ; And all the dreadful mountains, wrapt in storm, Whence wide Siberia draws her lonely floods ; 0
sweep the eternal snows! Hung o'er the deep, That ever works beneath his sounding base, Bid Atlas, propping heaven, as poets feign, His subterranean wồnders spread ! Unveil The miny caverns, blazing
THE CIRCUIT OF THE WATERS. - SPRINGS, -TIIEORY OF THEIR
FORMATION BY CAPILLARY ATTRACTION REJECTED. These roving mists, that constant now begin To smoke along the hilly country, these With weightier rains, and melted Alpine snows, The mountain-cisterns fill, those ample stores Of water, scooped among the hollow rocks ; (play, Whence gush the streams, the ceaseless fountains
And now, their route designed, their leaders chose,
Of Abyssinia's cloud-compelling cliffs,
GATION. THE CLOUDS COMPLETE THE CIRCUIT.
THE ACTCMNAL MIGRATION OF BIRDS.-SWALLOWS. When Autumn scatters his departing gleams, Warned of approaching Winter, gathered, play The swallow-people ; and tossed wide around, O'er the calm sky, in convolution swift, The feathered eddy floats ; rejoicing once, Ere to their wintry slumbers they retire ; In clusters clung, beneath the mouldering bank, And where, unpierced by frost, the cavern sweats. Or rather into warmer climes conveyed, With other kindred birds of season, there They twitter cheerful, till the vernal months Invite them welcome back : for, thronging, now Innumerous wings are in commotion all.
BIRDS OF THE ORKNEYS AND HEBRIDES, AND THEIR MIGRA
TION BY NATIOXS. Or where the Northern Ocean, in vast whirls, Boils round the naked, melancholy isles Of furthest Thulé, and the Atlantic surge Pours in among the stormy Hebrides ; Who can recount what transmigrations there Are annual made? what nations come and go ? And how the living clouds on clouds arise ? Infinite wings ! till all the plume-dark air And rude-resounding shore are one wild cry. SHETLAND HERDS AND FLOCKS. - EGG AND EIDER-DOWN
HUNTERS. Here the plain, harmless native his small flock, And herd diminutive, of many hues, Tends on the little island's verdant swell, The shepherd's sea-girt reign ; or to the rocks Dire-clinging, gathers his ovarious food; Or sweeps the fishy shore ; or treasures up The plumage, rising full, to form the bed Of luxury. BIRD'S-EYE DESCRIPTION OF SCOTLAND. - TWEED. JED.
And here a while the Muse, High hovering o'er the broad cerulean scene, Sees Caledonia, in romantic view : Her airy mountains, from the waving main, Invested with a keen diffusive sky, Breathing the soul acute ; her forests huge, Incult, robust, and tall, by Nature's hand Planted of old ; her azure lakes between, Poured out extensive, and of watery wealth Full ; winding deep, and green, her fertile vales ; With many a cool, translucent, brimming flood Washed lovely, from the Tweed, pure parent stream, Whose pastoral banks first heard my Doric reed, With, sylvan Jed, thy tributary brook,To where the north-inflated tempest foams O'er Orca's or Betubium's highest peak :
THE SCOTCH PEOPLE. -WALLACE. THE AURORA BOREALIS.
MIGRATION OF THE STORK FROM HOLLAND.
Where the Rhine loses his majestic force In Belgian plains, won from the raging deep, By diligence amazing, and the strong Unconquerable hand of Liberty, The stork-assembly meets ; for many a day, Consulting deep, and various, ere they take Their arduous voyage through the liquid sky :
Nurse of a people, in Misfortune's school Trained up to hardy deeds ; soon visited By Learning, when before the Gothic rage She took her western flight. A manly race, Of unsubmitting spirit, wise, and brave ; Who still through bleeding ages struggled hard As well unhappy Wallace can attest, Great patriot-hero ! ill-requited chief!To hold a generous, undiminished state ; Too much in vain! Hence of unequal bounds Impatient, and by tempting glory borne O’er every land, for every land their life Has flowed profuse, their piercing genius planned, And swelled the pomp of peace their faithful toil :