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For want of use the kindest aliment
Be frugal even of that ; a little give
CHANGE GRADUALLY ABSTAIN WIEN NATURE HINTS.
EXCESS TO BE AVOIDED, AND EVEN SATIETY. So Heaven has formed us to the general taste Of all its gifts ; so custom has improved This bent of nature ; that few simple foods, Of all that earth, or air, or ocean yield, But by excess offend. Beyond the sense Of light refection, at the genial board Indulge not often ; nor protract the feast To dull satiety ; till soft and slow A drowsy death creeps on, the expansive soul Oppressed, and smothered the celestial fire. The stomach, urged beyond its active tone, Hardly to nutrimental chyle subdues The softest food : unfinished and depraved, The chyle, in all its future wanderings, owns Its turbid fountain ; not by purer streams So to be cleared, but foulness will remain. To sparkling wine what ferment can exalt The unripened grape ? Or what mechanic skill From the crude ore can spin the ductile gold ?
But though the two (the full and the jejune) Extremes have each their vice ; it much avails Ever with gentle tide to ebb and flow From this to that : so nature learns to bear Whatever chance or headlong appetite May bring. Besides, a meagre day subdues The cruder clods by sloth or luxury Collected, and unloads the wheels of life. Sometimes a coy aversion to the feast Comes on, while yet no blacker omen lowers ; Then is a time to shun the tempting board, Were it your natal or your nuptial day. Perhaps a fast so seasonable starves The latent seeds of woe, which, rooted once, Might cost you labor.
WHEN TO INDCLGE IN SCCCULENT VEGETABLES.
RIOTING AND ASCETICISM EQUALLY TO BE SHUXXED.
Gross riot treasures up a wealthy fund Of plagues ; but more immedicable ills Attend the lean extreme. For physic knows How to disburden the too tumid veins, Even how to ripen the half-labored blood : But to unlock the elemental tubes, Collapsed and shrunk with long inanity, And with balsamic nutriment repair The dried and worn-out habit, were to bid Old age grow green, and wear a second spring ; Or the tall ash, long ravished from the soil, Through withered veins imbibe the vernal dew.
But the day returned Of festal luxury, the wise indulge Most in the tender, vegetable breed ; Then chiefly when the Summer beams inflame The brazen heavens ; or angry Sirius sheds A feverish taint through the still gulf of air. The moist cool viands then, and flowing cup From the fresh dairy-virgin's liberal hand, (world Will save your head from harm, though round the The dreaded I Causos roll his wasteful fires.
WINTER NEEDS A GENEROUS, WARMER FARE ; DIET IN AUTUMN,
ETC. -- AVOID MUCH MEAT IN SPRING.
THE FIRST CALLS OF HUYGER TO BE OBEYED. - FEAST MOD
ERATELY AFTER FAMINE. When hunger calls, obey ; nor often wait Till hunger sharpen to corrosive pain : For the keen appetite will feast beyond What nature well can bear; and one extreme Ne'er without danger meets its own reverse. Too greedily the exbausted veins absorb The recent chyle, and load enfeebled powers, Oft to the extinction of the vital flame. To the pale cities, by the firm-set siege, And famine, humbled, may this verse be borne ; And hear, ye hardiest sons that Albion breeds, Long tossed and famished on the wintry main ; The war shook off, or hospitable shore Attained, with temperance bear the shock of joy ; Nor crown with festive rites the auspicious day ; Such feast might prove more fatal than the waves, Than war, or famine. While the vital fire Burns feebly, heap not the green fuel on ; But prudently foment the wandering spark With what the soonest feels its kindred touch :
Pale humid Winter loves the generous board, The meal more copious, and a warmer fare ; And longs with old wood and old wine to cheer His quaking heart. The seasons which divide The empires of heat and cold ; by neither claimed, Influenced by both, a middle regimen Impose. Through autumn's languishing domain Descending, nature by degrees invites To glowing luxury. But, from the depth Of Winter when the invigorated year Emerges ; when Favonius, flushed with love, Toyful and young, in every breeze descends More warm and wanton on his kindling bride ; Then, shepherds, then begin to spare your flocks ; And learn, with wise humanity, to check The lust of blood. Now pregnant earth commits A various offspring to the indulgent sky; Now bounteous nature feeds with lavish hand The prone creation ; yields what once sufficed Their dainty sovereign, when the world was young; Ere yet the barbarous thirst of blood had seized The human breast. Each rolling month matures The food that suits it most ; so does each olime.
1 The burning fever.
DEER-FLESH ; FISI AND OIL THE ONLY FOOD OF THE ARCTICS.
Far in the horrid realms of winter, where
Now let me wander through your gelid reign :
PRAISES OF WATER,
THE TORRID ZONE SUPPLIES ITS SONS WITH VEGETABLES
ONLY. - GRAPES ; ORANGES ; MELOXS; COCOA-NUTS ; PINEAPPLES.- ACIDS. — AMALTHEA ; CERES ; PALMS; PLANTAINS.
Are these the confines of some fairy world? A land of Genii? Say, beyond these wilds What unknown nations? If indeed beyond Aught habitable lies. And whither leads, To what strange regions, or of bliss or pain, That subterraneous way? Propitious Maids, Conduct me, while with fearful steps I tread This trembling ground. The task remains to sing Your gifts (s0 Pæon, so the powers of health Command), to praise your crystal element, The chief ingredient in heaven's various works ; Whose flexile genius sparkles in the gem, Grows firm in oak, and fugitive in wine ; The vehicle, the source of nutriment And life, to all that vegetate or live.
Girt by the burning zone, not thus the south
COLD WATER THE BEST OF DRINKS. THE GOLDEN AGE.
O comfortable streams! with eager lips And trembling hand the languid thirsty quaff New life in you ; fresh vigor fills their veins. No warmer cups the rural ages knew ; None warmer sought the sires of human kind. Happy in temperate peace! Their equal days Felt not the alternate fits of feverish mirth And sick dejection. Still serene and pleased, They knew no pains but what the tender soul With pleasure yields to, and would ne'er forget. Blest with divine immunity from ails, Long centuries they lived ; their only fato Was ripe old age, and rather sleep than death. 0! could those worthies from the world of gods Return to visit their degenerate sons, How would they scorn the joys of modern time With all our art and toil improved to pain ! Too happy they! But wealth brought luxury, And luxury on sloth begot disease.
Opined, and thus the learned of every school.
pure, And mellow draughts ; except when winter thaws, And half the mountains melt into the tide.
HOW, WHEN, AND WHERE, TO INDULGE IN WINE. Meantime, I would not always dread the bowl, Nor every trespass shun. The feverish strife, Roused by the rare debauch, subdues, expels, The loitering crudities that burden life ; And, like a torrent full and rapid, clears The obstructed tubes. Besides, this restless world Is full of chances, which by habit's power To learn to bear is easier than to shun. Ah ! when ambition, meagre love of gold, Or sacred country, calls, with mellowing wine To moisten well the thirsty suffrages : Say how, unseasoned to the midnight frays Of Comus and his rout, wilt thou contend With Centaurs long to hardy deeds inured ? Then learn to revel ; but by slow degrees : By slow degrees the liberal arts are won; And Hercules grew strong. But when you smooth The brows of care, indulge your festive vein In cups by well-informed experience found The least your bane ; and only with your friends. There are sweet follies : frailties to be seen By friends alone, and men of
AVOID DRINKING STAGNANT WATERS TILL BOILED.
Though thirst we e'er so resolute, avoid The sordid lake, and all such drowsy floods As fill from Lethe Belgia's slow canals (With rest corrupt, with vegetation green; Squalid with generation, and the birth Of little monsters); till the power of fire Has from profane embraces disengaged The violated lymph. The virgin stream In boiling wastes its finer soul in air.
TSE OF WINE AND FERMENTED DRISKS.
DAILY DRAMMING' CONDEMNED. - CORDIALS FOR AGE.
0! seldom may the fated hours return Of drinking deep! I would not daily taste, Except when life declines, even sober cups. Weak, withering age no rigid law forbids, With frugal nectar, smooth and slow with balm, The sapless habit daily to bedew, And give the hesitating wheels of life Gliblier to play. But youth has better joys : And is it wise, when youth with pleasure flows, To squander the reliefs of age and pain ?
Nothing like simple element dilutes The food, or gives the chylo so soon to flow. But where the stomach, indolent and cold, Toys with its duty, animate with wine The insipid stream ; the golden Ceres yields A more voluptuous, a more sprightly draught ; Perhaps more active. Wine unmixed, and all The gluey floods that from the vexed abyss Of fermentation spring ; with spirit fraught, And furious with intoxicating fire; Retard concoction, and preserve unthawed The embodied mass. You see what countless years Embalmed in fiery quintessence of wine, The pany wonders of the reptile world, The tender rudiments of life, the slim Unravellings of minute anatomy, Maintain their texture, and unchanged remain.
EXCESS IN WINE, OR FOOD, OR WORK, INJURIOCS. - PREMA
TURE OLD AGE.
INTEMPERANCE AND ITS CURSES.
What dextrous thousands just within the goal Of wild debauch direct their nightly course ? Perhaps no sickly qualms bedim their days, No morning admonitions shock the head. But, ah ! what woes remain ! life rolls apace, And that incurable disease, old age, In youthful bodies more severely felt, More sternly active, shakes their blasted prime : Except kind nature by some hasty blow Prevent the lingering fates. For know whate'er Beyond its natural fervor hurries on The sanguine tide ; whether the frequent bowl, High-seasoned fare, or exercise to toil Protracted ; spurs to its last stage tired life, And sows the temples with untimely snow.
We curse not wine : the vile excess we blame ; More fruitful than the accumulated hoard Of pain and misery. For the subtle draught Faster and surer swells the vital tide ; And with more active poison than the floods Of grosser crudity convey pervades The far-remote meanders of our frame. Ah ! sly deceiver ! branded o'er and o'er, Yet still believed ! exulting o'er the wreck Of sober vows! – But the Parnassian maids, Another time, perhaps, shall sing the joys, The fatal charms, the many woes of wine ; Perhaps its various tribes, and various powers.
GRADUAL PROGRESS FROM YOUTH TO AGE. ---THE FIBRES
BY DEGREES, TILL LIFE STOPS.
1 See Armstrong'sArt of Health,' "The Passions,' under · January'
1 In the human body, as well as in the bodies of other animals, the larger blood vessels are composed of smaller ones ;
Destroys itself; and could these laws have changed,
AS DOES MAN, SO DO HIS WORKS, GRADUALLY TEND TO
DECAY AND AN END. - BABYLON ; GREECE ; ROME ; EGYPT ; PROGRESS BY ALTERNATIONS OF LIFE AND DEATH.
Condensed to solid chords) a firmer tone,
What does not fade? The tower that long had The crash of thunder and the warring winds, (stood Shook by the slow but sure destroyer, Time, Now hangs in doubtful ruins o'er its base. And flinty pyramids, and walls of brass, Descend : the Babylonian spires are sunk ; Achaia, Rome, and Egypt, moulder down. Time shakes the stable tyranny of thrones, And tottering empires rush by their own weight. This huge rotundity we tread grows old, And all those worlds that roll around the Sun, The Sun himself, shall die, and ancient Night Again involve the desolate abyss : Till the great Father through the lifeless gloom Extend his arm to light another world, And bid new planets roll by other laws. For through the regions of unbounded space, Where unconfined Omnipotence has room, Being, in various systems, fluctuates still Between creation and abhorred decay : It ever did : perhaps and ever will. New worlds are still emerging from the deep ; The old descending, in their turns to rise.
which, by the violent motion and pressure of the fluids in the large vessels, lose their cavities by degrees, and degenerate into impervious chords or fibres. In proportion as these small vessels become solid, the larger must of course grow less extensile, more rigid, and make a stronger resistance to the action of the heart, and force of the blood. From this gradual condensation of the smaller vessels, and consequent rigidity of the larger ones, the progress of the human body, from infancy to old age, is accounted for.
No tempest, good July, Forgotten month past,
Lest corn all look ruly. Do now at the last. Go muster thy servants, be captain thyself, Providing them weapons, and other like pelf : Get bottles and wallets, keep field in the heat, The fear is as much as the danger is great. With tossing and raking, and setting on cocks, Grass lately in swathes is hay for an ox : That done, go and cart it, and have it away, The battle is fought, ye have gotten the day. Pay justly thy tithes, whatsoever thou be, That God may, in blessing, send foison to thee : Though vicar be bad, or the parson as evil, Go not for thy tithing thyself to the devil. Let hay be well made, or avise else a vous, For moulding in now, or of firing the house. Lay warsest aside, for the ox and the cow, The finest for sheep and thy gelding allow. Then down with the headlands, that groweth about, Leave never a dallop,? unmown and had out; Though grass bę but thin about barley and pease, Yet pickéd up clean, ye shall find therein ease. Thryfallow betime, for destroying of weed, Lest thistle and dock fall a blooming and seed : Such season may chance, it shall stand thee upon, To till again, ere a summer be gone.
Not rent off, but cut off, ripe bean with a knife,
1 Assure yourself. ? Patch unploughed. 3 Buckwheat.
Rural Odes for ulj.
BRYANT'S “ AFTER A TEMPEST.” The day had been a day of wind and storm ;
The wind was laid, the storm was overpast, And stooping from the zenith, bright and warm,
Shone the great sun on the wide earth, at last.
I stood upon the upland slope, and cast My eye upon a broad and beauteous scene,
Where the vast plain lay girt by mountains vast, And hills o'er hills lifted their heads of green, With pleasant vales scooped out and villages between. The rain-drops glistened on the trees around,
Whose shadows on the tall grass were not stirred, Save when a shower of diamonds to the ground
Was shaken by the flight of startled bird ;
For birds were warbling round, and bees were heard About the flowers ; the cheerful rivulet sung
And gossiped, as he hastened ocean-ward ; To the gray oak the squirrel, chiding, clung, And chirping from the ground the grasshopper up
sprung And from beneath the leaves that kopt them dry
Flew many a glittering insect here and there, And darted up and down the butterfly,
That seemed a living blossom of the air.
The flocks came scattering from the thicket, where The violent rain had pent them, in the way
Strolled groups of damsels frolicsome and fair, The farmer swung the scythe or turned the hay, And 'twixt the heavy swaths his children were at
play. It was a scene of peace — and, like a spell,
Did that serene and golden sunlight fall l'pon the motionless wood that clothed the cell,
And precipice upspringing like a wall,
And glassy river and white waterfall,
And beauteous scene ; while, far beyond them all,
golden light. I looked, and thought the quiet of the scene
An emblem of the peace that yet shall be, When o'er earth's continents and isles between
The noise of war shall cease from sea to sea,
And married nations dwell in harmony. When millions, crouching in the dust to one,
No more shall beg their lives on bended knee, Nor the black stake be dressed, nor in the sun The o'erlabored captive toil, and wish his life were
ROGERS'S “ RURAL RETREAT." MINE be a cot beside the hill;
A bee-hivo's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill,
With many a fall, shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch,
Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch,
And share my meal, a welcome guest. Around my ivied porch shall spring
Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy, at her wheel, shall sing,
In russet-gown and blue. The village church, among the trees,
Where first our marriage vows were given, With merry peals shall swell the breeze,
And point with taper spire to heaven.
LONGFELLOW'S “ANGLER'S SONG.”
From the river's plashy bank,
And the twisted woodbine springs,
On his way the woodman sings.
And the eagle's on his cloud :-
And the rustling reeds pipe loud.
In the meadow's fenny land;
Silent with my rod I stand.