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Stock-doves and turtles tell their amorous pain, And, from the lofty elms, of love complain.

TITYRUS.

The inhabitants of seas and skies shall change, And fish on shore and stags in air shall range, The banished Parthian dwell on Arar's brink, And the blue German shall the Tigris drink, Ere I, forsaking gratitude and truth, Forget the figure of that godlike youth.

Fair glens and verdant vales appear,
And warmth awakes the budding year.
0, 't is the touch of fairy hand
That wakes the spring of northern land !
It warms not there by slow degrees,
With changeful pulse, the uncertain breeze ;
But sudden on the wondering sight
Bursts forth the beam of living light,
And instant verdure springs around,
And magic flowers bedeck the ground.
Returned from regions far away,
The red-winged throstle pours his lay ;
The soaring snipe salutes the spring,
While the breeze whistles through his wing ;
And, as he hails the melting snows,
The heath-cock claps his wing and crows.

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But we must beg our bread in climes unknown, Beneath the scorching or the freezing zone : And some to far Oaxis shall be sold, Or try the Libyan heat or Scythian cold; The rest among the Britons be confined, A race of men from all the world disjoined. ó, must the wretched exiles ever mourn, Nor after length of rolling years return? Are we condemned, by fate's unjust decree, No more our houses and our homes to see? Or shall we mount again the rural throne, And rule the country kingdoms, once our own? Did we for these barbarians plant and sow? On these, on these, our happy fields bestow? [flow! Good Heaven! what dire effects from civil discord

Now let me graft my pears, and prune the vineThe fruit is theirs, the labor only mine. Farewell my pastures, my paternal stock, My fruitful fields, and my more fruitful flock ! No more, my goats, shall I behold you climb The steepy cliffs, or crop the flowery thyme ! No more, extended in the grot below, Shall see you browsing on the mountain's brow The prickly shrubs ; and after on the bare, Lean down the deep abyss, and hang in air. No more my sheep shall sip the morning dew; No more my song shall please the rural crew ; Adieu, my tuneful pipe ! and all the world adieu !

TITYRCS.

Now Winter's storms, which chilled the sky,
Before the tepid breezes fly ;
Smiling advance the rosy hours,
Strewing around their purple flowers ;
Brown earth is crowned with herbage green,
And decked with bloom each twig is seen ;
The rose displays its lovely hues
In meads, which quaff the morning dews;
His whistle shrill the shepherd blows;
His kids the gladsome goatherd knows;
E'en now I see the sailor's boat,
Wafted by gentle breezes, float ;
And Bacchus' girls, with ivy crowned,
Shout, Io ! through the echoing ground.
The bees in clusters round the hive,
Loaded with liquid sweets, arrive ;
And, murmuring still in busy mood,
Elaborate their luscious food.
The race of warblers pour their throats ;'
The blue wave wafts the halcyon's notes ;
The swallow twittering flits along ;
The white swan pours his piercing song ;
And Philomela mourns the woods among.

Does, then, the green earth teem with gladness?
Has Nature dropt her robe of sadness ?
Do the swains pipe ; the flocks rejoice;
The mountains echo Bacchus' voice;
The mariners their sails unloose ;
The bees distil their luscious juice?
Has spring inspired the warbling throng ?

And can't the poet make a song ?

This night, at least, with me forget your care ! Chestnuts and curds and cream shall be your fare ; The carpet-ground shall be with leaves o'erspread, And boughs shall weave a covering for your head. For, see! yon sunny hill the shade extends, And curling smoke from cottages ascends !

HERBERT'S “NORTHERN SPRING.”

A DESCRIPTIVE IDYL.

YESTREEN the mountain's rugged brow Was mantled o'er with dreary snow ; The sun set red behind the bill, And every breath of wind was still ; But ere he rose, the southern blast A veil o'er heaven's blue arch had cast ; Thick rolled the clouds, and genial rain Poured the wide deluge o'er the plain.

1 Meleager was a Syrian, of Gadara, one of the ten cities of Decapolis, east of the Sea of Galilee. He wrote in Greek, and first collected a Greek Anthology. The translation was made by that elegant scholar, the lamented pastor of Brattle-street church, Boston, and first appeared in the Literary Miscellany, 1805.

Armstrong's "Art of Healty.”

ADDRESS TO HEALTH.

HER ATTRIBUTES AND POWER.

TRIBUTE TO DR. MEAD.

AIR

“ AIR.”

A healthful mind the longest to maintain.'
'T is hard, in such a strife of rules, to choose

The best, and those of most extensive use ;
DAUGHTER of Pæan, queen of every joy,

Harder in clear and animated song Hygeia ; ' whose indulgent smile sustains

Dry philosophic precepts to convey. The various race luxuriant nature pours,

Yet with thy aid the secret wilds I trace And on the immortal essences bestows

Of nature, and with daring steps proceed
Immortal youth ; auspicious, 0 descend !

Through paths the muses never trod before.
Thou, cheerful guardian of the rolling year,
Whether thou wanton'st on the western gale,
Or shak'st the rigid pinions of the north,

Nor should I wander doubtful of my way,
Diffusest life and vigor through the tracts

Had I the lights of that sagacious mind
Of air, through earth, and ocean's deep domain. Which taught to check the pestilential fire,
When through the blue serenity of heaven

And quell the deadly Python of the Nile.
Thy power approaches, all the wasteful host

O thou beloved by all the graceful arts, Of pain and sickness, squalid and deformed,

Thou, long the favorite of the healing powers, Confounded sink into the loathsome gloom,

Indulge, 0 Mead! a well-designed essay,
Where, in deep Erebus involved, the fiends

Howe'er imperfect ; and permit that I
Grow more profane. Whatever shapes of death, My little knowledge with my country share,
Shook from the hideous chambers of the globe, Till you the rich Asclepian stores unlock,
Swarm through the shuddering air: whatever plagues And with new graces dignify the theme.
Or meagre famine breeds, or with slow wings
Rise from the putrid watery element,

CITY

CONDEMNED. ITS COMPOSITIOX. - HORRIBLE

MIXTURE. - CORRECTED IX PART BY THE COAL-SMOKE. The damp waste forest, motionless and rank, That smothers earth and all the breathless winds, Ye who, amid this feverish world, would wear Or the vile carnage of the inhuman field;

A body free of pain, of cares a mind, Whatever baneful breathes the rotten south ; Fly the rank city, shun its turbid Air ; Whatever ills the extremes or sudden change

Breathe not the chaos of eternal smoke Of cold and hot, or moist and dry, produce ;

And volatile corruption, from the dead, They fly thy pure effulgence : they, and all

The dying, sickening, and the living world The secret poisons of avenging Heaven,

Exhaled, to sully heaven's transparent dome And all the pale tribes halting in the train

With dim mortality. It is not Air Of vice and heedless pleasure : or if aught

That from a thousand lungs reeks back to thine, The comet's glare amid the burning sky,

Sated with exhalations rank and fell, Mournful eclipse, or planets ill combined,

The spoils of dunghills, and the putrid thaw Portend disastrous to the vital world,

Of nature ; when from shape and texture she Thy salutary power averts their rage,

Relapses into fighting elements : Averts the general bane : and but for theo

It is not Air, but floats a nauseous mass Nature would sicken, nature soon would die. Of all obscene, corrupt, offensive things.

Much moisture hurts; but here a sordid bath, HYGEIA'S AID INVOKED IN TEACHING THE LAWS OF HEALTH.

With oily rancor fraught, relaxes more Without thy cheerful active energy

The solid frame than simple moisture can. No rapture swells the breast, no poet sings,

Beside, immured in many a sullen bay No more the maids of Helicon delight.

That never felt the freshness of the breeze, Come, then, with me, 0 goddess, heavenly-gay ! This slumbering deep remains, and ranker grows Begin the song ; and let it sweetly flow,

With sickly rest : and (though the lungs abhor And let it sweetly teach thy wholesome laws : To drink the dun, fuliginous abyss) • How best the fickle fabric to support

Did not the acid vigor of the mine, Of mortal man ; in healthful body how

Rolled from so many thundering chimneys, tame

The putrid streams that overswarm the sky, – 1 Hygeia, the goddess of health, was, according to the This caustic venom would perhaps corrode genealogy of the heathen deities, the daughter of Esculapius;

Those tender cells that draw the vital air, who, as well as Apollo, was distinguished by the name of Pæon, Pwan, or Paeeon.

In vain with all their unctuous rills bedewed ;

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Or by the drunken, venous tubes, that yawn In countless pores o'er all the pervious skin, Imbibed, would poison the balsamic blood, And rouse the heart to every fever's rage.

Resigns them to the furies of her train ; The bloated Hydrops, and the yellow fiend Tinged with her own accumulated gall.

THE COUNTRY RECOMMENDED. --FAVORITE SITES FOR HOMES,

While yet you breathe, away! the rural wilds Invite ; the mountains call you, and the vales ; The woods, the streams, and each ambrosial breeze That fans the ever-undulating sky; A kindly sky! whose fostering power regales Man, beast, and all the vegetable reign. Find then some woodland scene where Nature smiles Benign, where all her honest children thrive. To us there wants not many a happy seat ! Look round the gmiling land, such numbers rigo We hardly fix, bewildered in our choice.

WHAT SITE FOR A HOMESTEAD IS TO BE AVOIDED ; MOIST

SEA-SHORE ; HUMIDITY. — DROPSY, PALSY, GOLT, AGUE, SCCRVY, CATARRH,

In quest of sites, avoid the mournful plain
Where osiers thrive, and trees that love the lake ;
Where many lazy, muddy rivers flow :
Nor, for the wealth that all the Indies roll,
Fix near the marshy margin of the main.
For from the humid soil and watery reign
Eternal vapors rise ;

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Forever weeps ; or, turgid with the weight
Of waters, pours a sounding deluge down.
Skies such as these let every mortal shun
Who dreads the dropsy, palsy, or the gout,
Tertian, corrosive scurvy, or catarrh ;
Or any other injury that grows
From raw-spun fibres, idle and unstrung,
Skin ill-perspiring, and the purple flood
In languid eddies loitering into phlegm.

WINDSOR ; RICHMOND ; HAM ; HAMPSTEAD ; DULWICH.

A SITUATION MAY BE TOO DRY. -- MELANCHOLY : FEVERS.

See where enthroned in adamantine state, Proud of her bards, imperial Windsor sits ! There choose thy seat in some aspiring grove Fast by the slowly-winding Thames ; or where Broader she laves fair Richmond's green retreats (Richmond that sees an hundred villas rise Rural or gay). Oh! from the summer's rage, Oh ! wrap me in the friendly gloom that hides Umbrageous Ham! But if the busy town Attract thee still to toil for power or gold, Sweetly thou may'st thy vacant hours possess In Hampstead, courted by the western wind; Or Greenwich, waving o'er the winding flood ; Or lose the world amid the sylvan wilds Of Dulwich, yet by barbarous art unspoiled.

Yet not alone from humid skies we pine ; For Air may be too dry. The subtle heaven, Tbat winnows into dust the blasted downs, Bare and extended wide without a stream, Too fast imbibes the attenuated lymph, Which by the surface from the blood exhales. The lungs grow rigid, and with toil essay Their flexible vibrations ; or, inflamed, Their tender, ever-moving structure thaws. Spoiled of its limpid vehicle, the blood A mass of lees remains, a drossy tide That slow as Lethe wanders through the veins ; Unactive in the services of life, Unfit to lead its pitchy current through The secret mazy channels of the brain. The melancholic Fiend (that worst despair of physic) hence the rust-complexioned man Pursues, whose blood is dry, whose fibres gain Too stretched a tone : and hence, in climes adust, So sudden tumults seize the trembling nerves, And burning fevers glow with double rage.

THE PLAINS OF ESSEX UNHEALTHY. - AGUE PERSONIFIED;

ATROPHY ; DROPSY ; JAUNDICE.

AVOID EXTREMES OF MOIST OR DRY. - REMEDIES. - HABIT.

-DRAINING.-CLEARING UP THE UNDERBRCSI.

Green rise the Kentish hills in cheerful air ; But on the marshy plains that Essex spreads Build not, nor rest too long thy wandering feet. For on a rustic throne of dewy turf, With baneful fogs her aching temples bound, Quartana there presides ; a meagre fiend Begot by Eurus, when his brutal force Compressed the slothful Naiad of the Fens. From such a mixture sprung, this fitful pest With feverish blasts subdues the sickening land : Cold tremors come, with mighty love of rest, Convulsive yawnings, lassitude, and pains That sting the burdened brows, fatigue the loins, And rack the joints and every torpid limb; Then parching heat succeeds, till copious sweats O’erflow — a short relief from former ills. Beneath repeated shocks the wretches pine ; The vigor sinks, the habit melts away ; The cheerful, pure, and animated bloom Dies from the face, with squalid atrophy Devoured, in sallow melancholy clad. And oft the sorceress, in her sated wrath,

Fly, if you can, these violent extremes Of Air ; the wholesome is nor moist nor dry. But as the power of choosing is denied To half mankind, a further task ensues ; How best to mitigate these fell extremes, How breathe unhurt the withering element, Or hazy atmosphere : though custom moulds To every clime the soft Promethean ciay; And he who first the fogs of Essex breathed (So kind is native air), may in the fens Of Essex from inveterate ills revive At pure Montpelier or Bermuda caugh

Provokes to keener toils than sultry droughts Allow. But rarely we such skies blaspheme.

But if the raw and oozy heaven offend,
Correct the soil, and dry the sources up
Of watery exhalation ; wide and deep
Conduct your trenches through the quaking bog ;
Solicitous, with all your winding arts,
Betray the unwilling lake into the stream ;
And weed the forest, and invoke the winds
To break the toils where strangled vapors lie ;
Or through the thickets send the crackling flames.

UUMIDITY DISPELLED BY GOOD FIRES. - ROAST MEATS ;

GOOD WINE ; TEMPERANCE ; EXERCISE ; ACTIVITY.

Meantime at home with cheerful fire dispel The humid air : and let your table smoke With solid roast or baked ; what the herds Of tamer breed supply ; or what the wilds Yield to the toilsome pleasures of the chase. Generous your wine, the boast of ripening years ; But frugal be your cups : the languid frame, Vapid and sunk from yesterday's debauch, Shrinks from the cold embrace of watery heavens. But neither these, nor all Apollo's arts, Disarm the dangers of the dropping sky, Unless with exercise and manly toil You brace your nerves, and spur the lagging blood. The fattening clime let all the sons of ease Avoid ; if indolence would wish to live, Go, yawn and loiter out the long slow year In fairer skies.

THE ENGLISH CLIMATE DESCRIBED. - A DISMAL PICTURE.

Steeped in continual rains, or with raw fogs Bedewed, our seasons droop: incumbent still A ponderous heaven o'erwhelms the sinking soul. Laboring with storms, in heapy mountains rise The imbattled clouds, as if the Stygian shades Had left the dungeon of eternal night, Till black with thunder all the south descends. Scarce in a showerless day the heavens indulge Our melting clime ; except the baleful east Withers the tender spring, and sourly checks The fancy of the year.

Our fathers talk Of summers, balmy airs, and skies serene. Good Heaven ! for what unexpiated crimes This dismal change? The brooding elements, Do they, your powerful ministers of wrath, Prepare some fierce exterminating plague ? Or is it fixed in the decrees above That lofty Albion melt into the main ? Indulgent Nature ! O dissolve this gloom; Bind in eternal adamant the winds That drown or wither : give the genial west To breathe, and, in its turn, the sprightly north : And may once more the circling seasons rule The year ; not mix in every monstrous day.

REMEDIES AGAINST A TOO DRY LOCATION. - FOREST ; ARTI

FICIAL PONDS ; SUCCULENT VEGETABLES ; SOUPS ; BOILED MEATS.

If droughty regions parch The skin and lungs, and bake the thickening blood; Deep in the waving forest choose your seat, Where fuming trees refresh the thirsty air ; And wake the fountains from their secret beds, And into lakes dilate the rapid stream. Here spread your gardens wide ; and let the cool, The moist relaxing vegetable store, Prevail in each repast : your food supplied By bleeding life, be gently wasted down, By soft decoction and a mellowing heat, To liquid balm ; or, if the solid mass You choose, tormented in the boiling wave ; That through the thirsty channels of the blood A smooth, diluted chyle may ever flow.

A CHOICE LOCATION DESCRIBED ; WHERE MARJORAM, THYME,

AND ROSES BLOOM, - ASPECT. -ITS LUXURIES. Meantime, the moist malignity to shun Of burthened skies, mark where the dry champaign Swells into cheerful hills ; where marjoram And thyme, the love of bees, perfume the air ; And where the cynorrhodon' with the rose For fragrance vies ; for in the thirsty soil Most fragrant breathe the aromatic tribes. There bid thy roofs high on the basking steep Ascend ; there light thy hospitable fires ; And let them see the winter morn arise, The summer evening blushing in the west ; While with umbrageous oaks the ridge behind O'erhung, defends you from the blustering north, And bleak affliction of the peovish east. Oh ! when the growling winds contend, and all The sounding forest fluctuates in the storm — To sink in warm repose, and hear the din Howl o'er the steady battlements, delights Above the luxury of common sleep.

DRINKS FOR A DRY CLIMATE. - MILK.-SHIERBET. - WINTER

DRINKS.

The fragrant dairy from its cold recess Its nectar, acid or benign, will pour To drown your thirst ; or let the mantling bowl Of keen sherbet the fickle taste relieve. For with the viscous blood the simple stream Will hardly mingle ; and fermented cups Oft dissipate more moisture than they give. Yet when pale seasons rise, or winter rolls His horrors o'er the world, thou may'st indulge In feasts more genial, and impatient broach The mellow cask. Then too the scourging air

ADVANTAGES OF A NEAR-BY RIVULET; IT KEEPS THE AIR

IX MOTIOX.—THE BREEZY RIDGE. The murmuring rivulet, and the hoarser strain Of waters rushing o'er the slippery rocks, Will nightly lull you to ambrosial rest. To please the fancy is no trifling good, Where health is studied ; for whatever moves The mind with calm delight, promotes the just And natural movements of the harmonious frame.

1 The wild rose, or that which grows on the common brier.

Besides, the sportive brook forever shakes
The trembling air, that floats from hill to hill,
From vale to mountain, with incessant change
Of purest element, refreshing still
Your airy seat, and uninfected gods.
Chiefly for this I praise the man who builds
High on the breezy ridge, whose lofty sides
The ethereal deep with endless billows chafes.
His purer mansion nor contagious years
Shall reach, nor deadly putrid airs annoy.
THE HOUSE SHOULD BE DRY. — EPSOM ; THE LEE ; CHELSEA ;

BLACKHEATH. — COUGHS. -- LOFTY CEILINGS. — WINDOWS
SHOULD BE OPENED AT NOON.

But may not fogs, from lake or fenny plain, Involve my hill! And wheresoe'er you build, Whether on sunburnt Epsom, or the plains Washed by the silent Lee ; in Chelsea low, Or high Blackheath with wintry winds assailed ; Dry be your house : but airy more than warm. Else every breath of ruder wind will strike Your tender body through with rapid pains ; Fierce coughs will tease you, hoarseness bind your Or moist gravedo load your aching brows. [voice, These to defy, and all the fates that dwell In cloistered air, tainted with steaming life, Let lofty ceilings grace your ample rooms ;

And still at azure noontide may your dome
At every window drink the liquid sky.
A SOUTHERN ASPECT RECOMMENDED. — DEEP VALLEYS. —

SUNLIGHT REQUISITE TO VEGETABLE AND ANIMAL HEALTH. - THE SUN THE MEDIUM OF ANIMAL AND VEGETABLE LIFE.

Need we the sunny situation here,
And theatres open to the south commend ;
Here, where the morning's misty breath infests
More than the torrid noon? How sickly grow,
How pale, the plants in those ill-fated vales
That, circled round with the gigantic heap
Of mountains, never felt, nor ever hope
To feel, the genial vigor of the sun !
While on the neighboring hill the rose inflames
The verdant spring; in verdant beauty blows
The tender lily, languishingly sweet ;
O'er every hedge the wanton woodbine roves,
And autumn ripens in the summer's ray.
Nor less the warmer living tribes demand
The fostering sun ; whose energy divine
Dwells not in mortal fire ; whose generous heat
Glows through the mass of grosser elements,
And kindles into life the ponderous spheres.
Cheered by thy fond, invigorating warmth,
We court thy beams, great majesty of day!
If not the soul, the regent of this world,
First-born of heaven, and only less than God !

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