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"The young designer, but could only trace

“Gone to a friend, she tells me; I commend The looks of pity in the traveller's face :

Her purpose ; means she to a female friend ? Within, the father, who from fences nigh

By Heaven, I wish she suffer'd half the pain Had brought the fuel for the fire's supply,

Of hope protracted through the day in vain : Watch'd now the feeble blaze, and stood dejected by: Shall I persist to see th' ungrateful maid? On ragged rug, just borrow'd from the bed, Yes, I will see her, slight her, and upbraid: And by the hand of coarse indulgence sed, What! in the very hour? She knew the time, in dirty patchwork negligently dressid,

And doubtless chose it to increase her crime." Reclined the wise, an infant at her breast ;

Forth rode Orlando by a river's side, In her wild face some touch of grace remain'd, Inland and winding, smooth, and full, and wide, Of vigour palsied and of beauty stain'd ;

That rollid majestic on, in one soft flowing lide; Her blood-shot eyes on her unheeding mate The bottom gravel, flowery were the banks, Were wrathsul turn’d, and seem'd her wants to Tall willows, waving in their broken ranks ; state,

The road, now near, now distant, winding led Pursing his tardy aid-her mother there

By lovely meadows which the waters fed ; With gipsy state engross’d the only chair; He pass'd the way-side inn, the village spire, Solemn and dull her look; with such she stands, Nor stopp'd to gaze, to question, or admire ; And reads the milk-maid's fortune in her hands, On either side the rural mansions stood, Tracing the lines of life ; assumed through years, With hedge-row trees, and hills high-crown'd with Each feature now the steady falsehood wears ;

wood, With hard and savage eye she views the food, And many a devious stream that reach'd the nobler And grudging pinches their intruding brood ;

flood. Last in the group, the worn-out grandsire siis “I hate these scenes,” Orlando angry cried. Neglected, lost, and living but by fits;

“And these proud farmers ! yes, I hate their pride : Useless, despised, his worthless labours done, See! that sleek fellow, how he strides along, And half protected by the vicious son,

Strong as an ox, and ignorant as strong; Who half supports him; he with heavy glance Can yon close crops a single eye detain Views the young ruffians who around him dance; But his who counts the profits of the grain? And, by the sadness in his face, appears

And these vile beans with deleterious smell, To trace the progress of their future years : Where is their beauty ? can a mortal tell? Through what strange course of misery, vice, These deep fat meadow's I detest ; it shocks deceit,

One's feelings there to see the grazing ox;Must wildly wander each unpractised cheat. For slaughter fatted, as a lady's smile What shame and grief, what punishment and pain, Rejoices man, and means his death the while. Sport of fierce passions, must each child sustain Lo! now the sons of labour! every day Ere they like him approach their latter end, Employ'd in toil, and ver'd in every way; Without a hope, a comfort, or a friend !

Theirs is but mirth assumed, and they conceal, But this Orlando felt not ; “ Rogues," said he, In their affected joys, the ills they feel : Doubtless they are, bul merry rogues they be ; I hate these long green lanes ; there's nothing They wander round the land, and be it true,

seen They break the laws—then let the laws pursue In this vile country but eternal green; The wanton idlers; for the lise they live

Woods! waters! meadows! Will they never end? Acquit I cannot, but I can forgive."

'Tis a vile prospect. Gone to see a friend !" This said, a portion from his purse was thrown, Still on he rode! a mansion fair and tall And every heart seem'd happy like his own. Rose on his view—the pride of Loddon Hall:

He hurried forth, for now the town was nigh-Spread o'er the park he saw the grazing steer, “ The happiest man of mortal men am I."

The full-fed steed, the herds of bounding deer : Thou art! but change in every state is near, On a clear stream the vivid sunbeams play'd, (So while the wretched hope, the blest may fear;)| Through noble elms, and on the surface made “Say, where is Laura ?"_"

_" That her words must That moving picture, checker'd light and shade ; show,"

Th' attended children, there indulged to stray, A lass replied ; “ read this, and thou shalt know !" Enjoy'd and gave new beauty to the day; “What, gone!"—her friend insisted—forced to Whose happy parents from their room were seen go:

Pleased with the sportive idlers on the green. " Is vex'd, was teased, could not refuse her!-No?” “Well !” said Orlando, “and for one so bless'd, “ But you can follow.” * Yes ?” “ The miles are A thousand reasoning wretches are distress'd; few,

Nay, these so seeming glad, are grieving like the The way is pleasant; will you come ? Adieu ! Thy Laura!".-“ No! I feel I must resign

Man is a cheat-and all but strive to hide The pleasing hope, thou hadst been here, if mine : Their inward misery by their outward pride. A lady was it? Was no brother there?

What do yon losty gates and walls contain, But why should I afflict me if there were ?” But fruitless means to soothe unconquer'd pain? “ The way is pleasant."—" What to me the way? The parents read each infant daughter's smile, I cannot reach her till the close of day.

Form'd to seduce, encouraged to beguile ; My dumb companion! is it thus we speed ? They view the boys unconscious of their fate, Not I from grief nor thou from toil art freed; Sure to be tempted, sure to take the bait; Still art thou doom'd to travel and to pine, These will be Lauras, sad Orlandos these-For my vexation-What a fate is mine!

| There's guilt and grief in all one hears and sees."

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EDWARD SHORE.

Our traveller, labouring up a hill. look'd down And last the heath with all its various bloom, l'pon a lively, busy, pleasant town;

And the close lanes that led the traveller home. All he beheld were there alert, alive,

Then could these scenes the former joys renew? The busiest bees that ever stock'd a hive: Or was there now dejection in the view ? A pair were married, and the bells aloud

Nor one or other would they yield--and why? Proclaim'd their joy, and joyful seem'd the crowd; The mind was absent, and the vacant eye And now proceeding on his way, he spied, Wander'd o'er viewless scenes, that but appear'd Bound by strong ties, the bridegroom and the to die.

bride :
Each by some friends attended, near they drew,
And spleen beheld them with prophetic view.
** Married ! nay, mad!" Orlando cried in scorn;

TALE XI.
“ Another wretch on this unlucky morn:
What are this foolish mirth, these idle joys ?
Atiempts to stifle doubt and fear by noise :

Seem they grave or learned ?
To me these robes, expressive of delight,

Why, so didst thou-seem they religions ? Foreshow distress, and only grief excite;

Why, so didst thou ; or are they spare in diet, And for these cheerful friends, will they behold

Free from gross passion, or of mirth or anger, Their wailing brood in sickness, want, and cold; Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood, And his proud look, and her soft languid air

Garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment, Will-but I spare you-go, unhappy pair!"

Not working with the eye without the ear, And now approaching to the journey's end,

And but with purged judgment trusting neither ?

Such and so finely bolted didst thou seein. His anger fails, his thoughts to kindness tend,

Henry V. act ii. sc. 2. He less offended feels, and rather fears t' offend : Now gently rising, hope contends with doubt,

Better I were distract, And casts a sunshine on the views without;

So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs, And still reviving joy and lingering gloom

And woes by strong imagination lose

The knowledge of themselves. Alternate empire o'er his soul assume ;

Lear, act iv. sc. 6. Till, long perplex’d, he now began to find The softer thoughts engross the settling mind: GENIUS! thou gift of Heaven! thou light divine ! He saw the mansion, and should quickly see Amid what dangers art thou doom'd to shine! His Laura's self—and angry could he be ? Oft will the body's weakness check thy force, No! the resentment melted all away.

Oft damp thy vigour, and impede thy course; * For this my grief a single smile will pay,” And trembling nerves compel thee to restrain Our traveller cried; "and why should it offend, Thy nobler efforts, to contend with pain ; That one so good should have a pressing friend ? Or Want (sad guest!) will in thy presence come, Grieve not, my heart! to find a favourite guest And breathe around a melancholy gloom ; Thy pride and boast-ye selfish sorrows, rest ; To life's low cares will thy proud thought confine, She will be kind, and I again be blest.”

And make her sufferings, her impatience, thine. While gentler passions thus his bosom sway'd, Evil and strong, seducing passions prey He reach'd the mansion, and he saw the maid; On soaring minds, and win them from their way; * My Laura !"—“My Orlando! this is kind; Who then to vice the subject spirits give, In truth I came persuaded, not inclined :

And in the service of the conqueror live; Our friends' amusement let us now pursue,

Like captive Samson making sport for all And I to-morrow will return with you."

Who fear'd their strength, and glory in their fall. Like man entranced, the happy lover stood Genius, with virtue, still may lack the aid “As Laura wills, for she is kind and good : Implored by humble minds and hearts afraid ; Ever the truest, gentlest, fairest, best

May leave to timid souls the shield and sword As Laura wills, I see her and am blest.”

Of the tried faith, and the resistless word ; Home went the lovers through that busy place, Amid a world of dangers venturing forth, By Loddon Hall, the country's pride and grace ; Frail, but yet fearless, proud in conscious worth, By the rich meadows where the oxen fed, [bed ; Till strong temptation, in some fatal time, Through the green vale that formid the river's Assails the heart, and wins the soul to crime; And by unnumber'd collages and farms,

When left by honour, and by sorrow spent, That have for musing minds unnumber'd charms ;

Unused to pray,

unable to repent, And how affected by the view of these

The nobler powers that once exalted high Was then Orlando-did they pain or please ? Th' aspiring man, shall then degraded lie: Nor pain nor pleasure could they yield—and Reason, through anguish, shall her throne forsake, why?

And strength of mind but stronger madness make. The mind was fillid, was happy, and the eye

When Edward Shore had reach'd his twentieth Roved o'er the fleeting views, that but appear'd to year, die.

He felt his bosom light, his conscience clear; Alone Orlando on the morrow paced

Applause at school the youthful hero gain'd, The well-known road ; the gipsy tent he traced; And trials there with manly strength sustain'd: The dam high-raised, the reedy dikes between, With prospects bright upon the world he came, The scatter'd hovels on the barren green, Pure love of virtue, strong desire of fame : The burning sand, the fields of thin-set rye, Men watch'd the way his lofty mind would take, Mock'd by the useless Flora, blooming by ; And all foretold the progress he would make.

Boast of these friends, 10 older men a guide, Yet was he studious, serious, moral, grave, Proud of his parts, but gracious in his pride; No passion's victim, and no system's slave; He bore a gay good nature in his face,

Vice he opposed, indulgence he disdain'd, And in his air were dignity and grace ;

And o'er each sense in conscious triumph reign'd. Dress that became his state and years he wore, Who often reads will sometimes wish to write, And sense and spirit shone in Edward Shore. And Shore would yield instruction and delight :

Thus while admiring friends the youth beheld, A serious drama he design’d, but found His own disgust their forward hopes repellid; 'Twas tedious travelling in that gloomy ground; For he unfix’d, unfixing, look'd around,

A deep and solemn story he would try, And no employment but in seeking found ; But grew ashamed of ghosts, and laid it by ; He gave his restless thoughts to views refined, Sermons he wrote, but they who knew his creed, And shrank from worldly cares with wounded Or knew it not, were ill disposed to read ; mind.

And he would lastly be the nation's guide, Rejecting trade, a while he dwelt on laws, But, studying, faild to fix upon a side ; " But who could plead, if unapproved the cause ?” Fame he desired, and talents he possess'd, A doubting, dismal tribe physicians seem'd ; But loved not labour, though he could not rest, Divines o'er texts and disputations dream'd ; Nor firmly fix the vacillating mind, War and its glory he perhaps could love, That, ever working, could no centre find. But there again he must the cause approve.

"Tis thus a sanguine reader loves to trace Our hero thought no deed should gain applause, The Nile forth rushing on his glorious race ; Where timid virtue found support in laws ; Calm and secure the fancied traveller goes, He to all good would soar, would fly all sin, Through sterile deserts and by threatening foes; By the pure prompting of the will within ; He thinks not then of Afric's scorching sands, “Who needs a law that binds him not to steal," Th’ Arabian sea, the Abyssinian bands ; Ask'd the young teacher, “ can he rightly feel ? Fasils* and Michaels, and the robbers all, To curb the will, or arm in honour's cause, Whom we politely chiefs and heroes call : Or aid the weak, are these enforced by laws ? He of success alone delights to think, Should we a foul, ungenerous action dread, He views that fount, he stands upon the brink, Because a law condemns th' adulterous bed ? And drinks a fancied draught, exulting so to drink. Or fly pollution, not for fear of stain,

In his own room, and with his books around, But that some statute tells us to refrain ?

His lively mind its chief employment found ; The grosser herd in ties like these we bind, Then idly busy, quietly employd, In virtue's freedom moves th' enlighten'd mind." And, lost to life, his visions were enjoy'd; " Man's heart deceives him," said a friend. “Of Yet still he took a keen, inquiring view course,"

Of all that crowds neglect, desire, pursue ; Replied the youth, " but, has it power to force ? And thus abstracted, curious, still serene, Unless it forces, call it as you will,

He, unemploy'd, beheld life's shifting scene ; It is but wish and proneness to the ill."

Still more averse from vulgar joys and cares, “Art thou not tempted ?”—“Do I fall ?” said Shore. Still more infitted for the world's affairs. “The pure have fallen.”—“Then are pure no more : There was a house where Edward ofttimes went, While reason guides me, I shall walk aright, And social hours in pleasant trifling spent; Nor need a steadier hand, or stronger light; He read, conversed and reason'd, sang and play'd, Nor this in dread of awful threats, design’d And all were happy while the idler stay'd ; For the weak spirit and the grovelling mind ; Too happy one, for thence arose the pain, But that, engaged by thoughts and views sublime, Till this engaging trifler came again. I wage free war with grossness and with crime.” But did he love? We answer, day by day, Thus look'd he proudly on the vulgar crew, The loving feet would take th' accustom'd way, Whom statutes govern, and whom fears subdue. The amorous eye would rove as if in quest

Faith, with his virtue, he indeed professid, Of something rare, and on the mansion rest; But doubts deprived his ardent mind of rest; The same soft passion touch'd the gentle tongue, Reason, his sovereign mistress, fail'd to show And Anna's charms in tender notes were sung ; Light through the mazes of the world below; The ear, too, seem'd to feel the common flame, Questions arose, and they surpass'd the skill Soothed and delighted with the fair one's name : Of his sole aid, and would be dubious still ; And thus as love each other part possessid, These to discuss he sought no common guide, The heart, no doubt, its sovereign power confess’d. But to the doubters in his doubts applied ;

Pleased in her sight, the youth required no more; When all together might in freedom speak, Nor rich himself, he saw the damsel poor; And their loved truth with mutual ardour seek. And he too wisely, nay, too kindly loved, Alas! though men who feel their eyes decay, To pain the being whom his soul approved. Take more than common pains to find their way, Yet, when for this they ask each other's aid, • Fasil was a rebel chief, and Michael the general of Their mutual purpose is the more delay'd : the royal army in Abyssinia, when Mr. Bruce visited that Of all their doubts, their reasoning clear'd not one, country. In all other respects their characters were Still the same spots were present in the sun ;

nearly similar. They are both represented as cruel and Still the same scruples haunted Edward's mind,

treacherous; and even the apparently strong distinction

of loyal and rebellious is in a great measure set aside Who found no rest, nor took the means to find.

when we are informed that Fasil was an open enemy, But though with shaken faith, and slave to fame, and Michael an insolent and ambitious controller of the Vain and aspiring on the world he came ;

royal person and family.

A serious friend our cautious youth possessid, In silence saw the glowing landscape fade, And at his table sat a welcome guest ;

Or, sitting, sang beneath the arbour's shade : Both unemploy'd, it was their chief delight Till rose the moon, and on each youthful face To read what free and daring authors write ; Shed a soft beauty, and a dangerous grace. Authors who loved from common views to soar, When the young wife beheld in long debate And seek the fountains never traced before ; The friends, all careless as she seeming sate; Truth they profess'd, yet often left the true It soon appear'd, there was in one combined And beaten prospect, for the wild and new. The nobler person and the richer mind; His chosen friend his fiftieth year had seen, He wore no wig, no grizzly beard was seen, His fortune easy, and his air serene;

And none beheld him careless or unclean; Deist and aiheist callid ; for few agreed

Or watch'd him sleeping: we indeed have heard What were his notions, principles, or creed ; Of sleeping beauty, and it has appear’d; His mind reposed not, for he hated rest,

'Tis seen in infants; there indeed we find But all things made a query or a jest;

The features soften'd by the slumbering mind ; Perpler'd himself, he ever sought to prove But other beauties, when disposed to sleep, That man is doom'd in endless doubt to rove; Should from the eye of keen inspector keep; Himself in darkness he profess'd to be,

The lovely nymph who would her swain surprise And would maintain that not a man could see. May close her mouth, but not conceal her eyes ;

The youthful friend, dissentient, reason'd still Sleep from the fairest face some beauty takes, Of the soul's prowess, and the subject will ; And all the homely features homelier makes ; Of virtue's beauty, and of honour's force,

So thought our wife, beholding with a sigh And a warm zeal gave lise to his discourse : Her sleeping sponse, and Edward smiling by. Since from his feelings all his fire arose,

A sick relation for the husband sent, And he had interest in the themes he chose. Without delay the friendly skeptic went;

The friend, indulging a sarcastic smile, Nor fear'd the youthful pair, for he had seen Said, “ Dear enthusiast! thou wilt change thy style, The wife untroubled, and the friend serene ; When man's delusions, errors, crimes, deceit, No selfish purpose in his roving eyes, No more distress thee, and no longer cheat." No vile deception in her fond replies :

Yet lo! this cautious man, so coolly wise, So judged the husband, and with judgment true, On a young beauty fix'd unguarded eyes ;

For neither yet the guilt or danger knew. And her he married : Edward at the view

What now remain'd ? but they again should play Bade to his cheerful visits long adieu ;

Th’ accustom'd game, and walk th' accustom'd But haply err'd, for this engaging bride

way; No mirth suppress’d, but rather cause supplied : With careless freedom should converse or read, And when she saw the friends, by reasoning long, And the friend's absence neither fear nor heed ; Confused if right, and positive if wrong,

But rather now they seem'd confused, constrain’d, With playful speech and smile, that spoke delight, Within their room still restless they remain'd, She made them careless both of wrong or right. And painfully they felt, and knew each other This gentle damsel gave consent to wed,

pain'd. With school, and school-day dinners in her head : Ah ! foolish men! how could ye thus depend, She now was promised choice of daintiest food, One on himself, the other on his friend? And costly dress, that made her sovereign good ; The youth with troubled eye the lady saw, With walks on hilly heath to banish spleen, Yet felt too brave, too daring to withdraw; And summer visits when the roads were clean. While she, with tuneless hand the jarring keys All these she loved, to these she gave consent, Touching, was not one moment at he And she was married to her heart's content. Now would she walk, and call her friendly guide

Their manner this, the friends together read, Now speak of rain, and cast her cloak aside ; Till books a cause for disputation bred;

Seize on a book, unconscious what she read, Debate then follow'd, and the vapour'd child And, restless still, to new resources fled; Declared they argued till her head was wild; Then laugh'd aloud, then tried to look serene, And strange to her it was that mortal brain And ever changed, and every change was seen. Could seek the trial, or endure the pain.

Painful it is to dwell on deeds of shame;
Then as the friend reposed, the younger pair The trying day was past, another came;
Sat down to cards, and play'd beside his chair; The third was all remorse, confusion, dread,
Till he, awaking, to his books applied,

And, (all too late !) the fallen hero fled.
Or beard the music of th' obedient bride;

Then felt the youth, in that seducing time, If mild the evening, in the fields they stray'd, How feebly honour guards the heart from crime: And their own flock with partial eye survey'd ; Small is his native strength; man needs the stay, But oft the husband, to indulgence prone, The strength imparted in the trying day; Resumed his book, and bade them walk alone. For all that honour brings against the force

« Do, my kind Edward! I must take mine ease, Of headlong passion, aids its rapid course ; Name the dear girl the planets and the trees ; Its slight resistance but provokes the fire, Tell her what warblers pour their evening song, As wood-work stops the flame, and then conveys What insects flutter, as you walk along;

it higher. Teach her to fix the roving thoughts, to bind The husband came ; a wife by guilt made bold, The wandering sense, and metholize the mind.” Had, meeting, soothed him, as in days of old ;

This was obey'd ; and oft when this was done, But soon this fact transpired; her strong distress, They calmly gazed on the declining son ; And his friend's absence, left him naught to guess.

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Till, bagg'd or buried, all are swept away." “ I cannot pardon, and I will not fight;

Such were the notions of a mind to ill Thou art too poor a culprit for the laws,

Now prone, but ardent and determined still : And I too faulty to support my cause ;

of joy now eager, as before of fame, All must be punish'd ; I must sigh alone,

And screen'd by folly when assail'd by shame, At home thy victim for her guilt atone ;

Deeply he sank; obey'd each passion's call, And thou, unhappy! virtuous now no more, And used his reason to defend them all. Must loss of fame, peace, purity deplore ;

Shall I proceed, and step by step relate Sinners with praise will pierce thee to the heart, The odious progress of a sinner's fate? And saints, deriding, tell thee what thou art. No-let me rather hasten to the time

Such was his fall; and Edward, from that time, (Sure to arrive) when misery waits on crime. Felt in full force the censure and the crime ; With virtue, prudence fled; what Shore possess d Despised, ashamed ; his noble views before, Was sold, was spent, and he was now distress'd : And his proud thoughts, degraded him the more ; And Want, unwelcome stranger, pale and wan, Should he repent-would that conceal his shame? Met with her haggard looks the hurried man; Could peace be his ? It perish'd with his fame : His pride felt keenly what he must expect Himself he scorn'd, nor could his crime forgive ; From useless pity and from cold neglect. Ile fear'd to die, yet felt ashamed to live:

Struck by new terrors, from his friends he fled, Grieved, but not contrite, was his heart; oppress'd, And wept his woes upon a restless bed; Not broken ; not converted, but distress'd ; Retiring late, at early hour to rise, He wanted will to bend the stubborn knee, With shrunken features, and with bloodshot eyes : He wanted light the cause of ill to see, [be: If sleep one moment closed the dismal view, To learn how frail is man, how humble then should Fancy her terrors built upon the true; For faith he had not, or a faith too weak

And night and day had their alternate woes, To gain the help that humbled sinners seek; That based pleasure, and that mock'd repose ; Else had he pray’d-to an offended God

Till to despair and anguish was consign'd His tears had flown a penitential food ;

The wreck and ruin of a noble mind. Though far astray, he would have heard the call Now seized for debt, and lodged within a jail, Of mercy—“Come! return, thou prodigal ;" He tried his friendships, and he found them fail; Then, though confused, distress'd, ashamed, afraid, Then fail'd his spirits, and his thoughts were all Still had the trembling penitent obey'd ;

Fix'd on his sins, his sufferings, and his fall : Though faith have fainted, when assaild by fear, His ruffled mind was pictured in his face, Hope to the soul had whisper'd, “ Persevere!"

Once the fair seat of dignity and grace : Till in his Father's house an humbled guest,

Great was the danger of a man so prone Ile would have found forgiveness, comfort, rest.

To think of madness, and to think alone; But all this joy was to our youth denied

Yet pride still lived, and struggled to sustain By his fierce passions and his daring pride, The drooping spirit and the roving brain; And shame and doubt impell’d him in a course,

But this too fail'd : a friend his freedom gave, Once so abhorr'd, with unresisted force.

And sent him help the threatening world to brave; Proud minds and guilty, whom their crimes oppress, Gave solid counsel what to seek or flee, Fly to new crimes for comfort and redress; But still would stranger to his person be : So found our fallen youth a short relief

In vain! the truth determined to explore, In wine, the opiate guilt applies to gries,

He traced the friend whom he had wrong'd before. From fleeting mirth that o'er the bottle lives, This was too much ; both aided and advised From the false joy its inspiration gives ;

By one who shunn'd him, pitied, and despised : And from associates pleased to find a friend, He bore it not ; 'twas a deciding stroke, With powers to lead them, gladden, and defend, And on his reason like a torrent broke: In all those scenes where transient ease is found, In dreadful stillness he appear'd a while, For minds whom sins oppress, and sorrows wound. With vacant horror and a ghastly smile ;

Wine is like anger; for it makes us strong, Then rose at once into the frantic rage, Blind, and impatient, and it leads us wrong ; That force controll'd not, nor could love assuage. The strength is quickly lost, we feel the error long : Friends now appear'd, but in the man was seen Thus led, thus strengthen'd in an evil cause, The angry maniac, with vindictive mien ; For folly pleading, sought the youth applause ; Too late their pity gave 10 care and skill Sad for a time, then eloquently wild,

The hurried mind and ever-wandering will; He gayly spoke as his companions smiled ; Unnoticed pass'd all time, and not a ray Lightly he rose, and with his former grace Of reason broke on his benighted way ; Proposed some doubt, and argued on the case; But now he spurn’d the straw in pure disdain, Fate and foreknowledge were his favourite themes, And now langh'd londly at the clinking chain. Ilow vain man's purpose, how absurd his schemes ; Then as its wrath subsided, by degrees " Whatever is, was ere our birth decreed; The mind sank slowly to infantine ease; We think our actions from ourselves proceed, To playful folly, and to causeless joy, And idly we lament ih' inevitable deed ;

Speech without aim, and without end, employ; It seems our own, but there's a power above He drew fantastic figures on the wall, Directs the motion, nay, that makes us move; And gave some wild relation of them all ; Nor good nor evil can you beings name,

With brutal shape he join'd the human face, Who are but rooks and castles in the game ; And idiot smiles approved the motley race.

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