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Nor nearer does he wind, nor farther stray,
Bat sinds the point whence sirst he roll'd away.

More yet remote from day's all-cheering source,
Vast Jupiter performs his constant course:
Four friendly Moons, with borrow'd lustre, rise.
Bestow their Beams, benign, and light his skies.

Farthest and last, scarce warm'd by Phoebus' ray,
Through his vast oibit Saturn wheels away.
How great the change could we be wasted there I
How flow the seasons! and how long the year!
One Moon, on us, reflects its cheersul light:
There, sive attendants brighten up the night.
Here, the blue sirmament bedeck'd with stars,
There, over-head, a lucid Arch appears,
From hence how large, how strong, the sun's bright ball!
But seen from thence, how languid and how small!—
When the keen north with all its sury blows,
Congeals the floods, and sorms the fleecy snows,
'Tis heat intense to what can there be known:
Warmer our poles than is its burning zone.

Who there inhabit must have other pow'rs,
Juices, and veins, and sense, and lise than ours.
One moment's cold, like theirs, would pierce the bone,
Freeze the heart-blood, and turn us all to stone.

Strange and amazing must the disference be,
Twixt this dull Planet and bright Mercury\:
Yet reason fays, nor can we doubt at all,
Millions of Biings dwell on either ball,
With constitutions sitted for that spot,
Where Providence, all-wise, has six"d their lot.

Wond'rous art thou, O God, in all thy ways! 1
Their eyes to thee let all thy creatures raise,
Adore thy grandeur, and thy goodness praise. J

Ye sons of men! with fatisfaction know, God's own right hand dispenses all below: Nor good nor evil does by chance befall; He reigns supreme, and he directs it all.

At his command, affrighting human-kind. Comets drag on their blazing lengths behind: Nor, as we think, do they at random rove, But, in determined times, through long ellipses move,

And tho' sometimes they near approach the sun.
Sometimes beyond our system's Orbit run;
Throughout their race they act their maker's will,
His pow'r declare, his purposes sulsil.

We are now to speak os those preceptive poems that treat of the business and pleasures of mankind; and here Virgil claims our sirst and principal attention, who in his Georgia has laid down the rules of husbandry in all its branches with the utmost exactness and perspicuity, and at the fame time embellished them with all the beauties and graces of poetry. Tho' his subject was husbandry, he has delivered his precepts, as an ingenious author observes, not with the simplicity of a ploughman, but with the address of a poet. The meanest of his rules are laid down with a kind of grandeur, and he breaks the clods, and toffes ahout the dung wrth an air of gracefulness *. Of the disferent ways of conveying the fame truth to the mind, he takes that which is pleasentest; and this chiefly distinguishes poetry from prose, and renders Virgil's rules of husbandry more, delightsul and valuable than any other.

These poems which are elteemed the most persect of the author's works are, perhaps, the best that can be proposed for the young students imitation in this manner of writing; for the whole of his Georgics is wrought up with wondersul art, and decorated with all the flowers of poetry.

In the first of the four books, he proposes the general design of each Georgic, and after a solemn invocation of all the heathen deities, who are supposed to be any ways concerned in rural affairs, he addresses himself particularly to Augustus Car/ar, whom he compliments with Divinity: then falling in with his subject, he speaks of the disferent kinds of tillage, that are suitable to different soils; traces out the origin of agriculture; presents us with a catalogue of the implements of husbandry, and points out the business peculiar to each season. He next describes the changes of the weather, and the signs in the heavens and the earth, by which the approaching change may be foretold; and in compliment to Augustus, introduces some prodigies which are faid to have pre

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ceded the death of Julius Catfar. This naturally lead* him to implore the gods, for the preservation of Augustus and of Rome, and with this supplication he concludes his sirst Georgic.

After the signs in the heavens, portending the change of weather, which are too many to be here inserted, the prodigies that are supposed to have preceded Cesar* death, and the destructive war occasioned by it, are very artsully introduced; and, tho' no one can believe that Nature susfered these commotions in behalf of a mart who had enflaved his country, yet all will be pleased with the poet's address, and the circumstances he has ailimulated on the occasion.

The sun reveals the secrets of the sky;
And who dares give the Source of Light the lie?
'T he change of empires often he declares,
Pierce tumult, hidden treasons, open wars.
He sirst the fate of Cæsar did foretel,
And pitied Rome, when Rome in Cæsar fell.
In iron clouds conceal'd the public light,
And impious mortals sear'd eternal night.

Nor was the fact foretold by him alone:
Nature herself stood forth, and seconded the sun.
Earth, air, and seas, with prodigies were sign'd.
And birds obscene, and howling dogs divin'd.
What rocks did Ætna's bellowing mouth expire
From her torn entrails! and what floods of sire!
What clanks were heard, in German skies asar,
Of arms and armies, rushing to the war!
Dire earthquakes rent the solid Alps below,
And from their summits shook th'eternal snow:
Pale spectres in the close of night were seen;
And voices heard of more than mortal men.
Jh silent groves, dumb sheep and oxen spoke,
And streams ran backward, and their beds forsook:
The yawning earth disclos'd th' abyss of hell: 7
The weeping statues did the wars foretel; V
And holy sweat from brazen idols sell. j
Then rising in his might the King of Floods
Rush'd thro' the forests, tore the lofty woods;
And rolling onward with a sweepy sway,
Bore houses, herds, and Wring, hinds a,wa#.

Blood sprang from wells, wolves howl'd in town by night,
And boding victims did the priests asfright.
Such peals of thunder never pour'd from high,
Norforky light'nings fiash'd from such a sullen <ky.
Red meteors ran across th' ethereal space,
Stars difappears, and comets took their place.
For this, th' Ematbian plains once more were strow'd "i

With Roman bodies, and just heaven thought good
To fatten twice those sields with Roman blood.

Then aster length of Time, the lab'ring swains,
Who turn the turss of those unhappy plains,
Shall rusty piles from the plough'd surrows take,
And ever empty helmets pass the rake.
Amaz'd at antique titles on the stones
And mighty relicks of gigantic bones.

The subject of the second book is planting, in whiih the poet points out all the disferent methods of raising trees; speaks of their variety, and lays down rules for the management of each He then describes the foils that are suitable to the disferent plants; makes a digression in praise of his native country ; gives some directions for discovering the nature of each foil; lays down rules for dressing vints, olives. Sec. and concludes with a sine panegyrick on rural lise.

As this Georgic abounds with beauties, we shall consider it more particularly, and give the reader some examples of the manner in which he has treated the subject. What he has said with respect to the grasting and management of trees, is worthy of our admiration.

'Tis usual now, an inmate graff to see
With insolence invade a foreign tree:
Thus pears and quinces from the crab-tree come;
And thus the ruddy cornel bears the plum.
The thin-leav'd arbute, hazel-graffs receives,
And planes huge apples bear, that bore but leaves.
Thus mastsul beech the bristly chefnut bears,
And the white ash is white with blooming pears,
And greedy swine from grasted elms are sed,
With falling acorns, that from oaks are bred.

But various are the ways to change the states
Of plants, to bud, to graft, t'inoculate.
For where the tender rinds of trees disclose
Their shooting gems, a swelling knot there grows;
Just in that space a narrow flit we make,
Then other buds from bearing trees we take:
Inserted thus, the wounded rind we close,
In whose moist womb th' admitted infant grows.
But when the smoother bole from knots is free,
We make a deep incision in the tree;
And in the solid wood the flip inclose,
'The bat'ning bastard shoots again and grows;
And in short space the laden boughs arise,.
With happy fruit advancing to the skies.
The mother plant admires the leaves unknown
Of alien trees, and apples not her own.

Here Virgil, in considering the esfects of the union between trees of disferent kinds, attends particularly to those circumstances that seemed the most wondeisul, and which not only expressed the capacity and tendency of trees to be thus united, but excited at the fame time admiration and pleasure in the mind.—His method of transplanting trees is altogether as beautisul, and concludes with a sine reflection on the force and power of custom.

Some peafants, not t'omit the nicest care,
Of the same soil their nursery prepare,
With that of their plantation; lest the tree
Transplanted, shou'd not with the soil agree-.
Besides, to plant it as it was, they mark
The heav'n's sour quarters on the tender bark;
And to the north or south restore the side,
Which at their birth did heat or cold abide.
So stfong is custom, each esfects can use
in tender souls of pliant plants produce.

But because precepts laid down one aster another, notwithstanding all the poet's endeavours to make them entertaining, would by degrees tire, Virgil suffers the reader sometimes to rest for the sake of a pertinent and

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