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Timely advis'd, the coming evil fhun:
Better not do the deed, than weep it done.
No penance can abfolve our guilty fame;
Nor tears, that wafh out fin, can wafh out fhame.
Then fly the fad effects of defp'rate love; [rove.
And leave a banish'd man through lonely woods to

EMMA.

Let Emma's haplefs cafe be falfely told
By the rafh young, or the ill-natur'd old:
Let ev'ry tongue its various cenfures choose;
Abfolve with coldnefs, or with fpight accufe:
Fair Truth at laft her radiant beams will raife;
And malice vanquish'd heightens virtue's praife.
Let then thy favour but indulge my flight;
O! let my prefence make thy travels light;
And potent Venus fall exalt my name
Above the rumours of cenforious Fame;
Nor from that bufy demon's reftless pow'r
Will ever Emma other grace implore,

Than that this truth fhould to the world be known,
That I, of all mankind, have lov'd but thee alone.

HENRY.

But canft thou wield the fword, and bend the
With active force repel the sturdy foe? [bow?
When the loud tumult fpeaks the battle nigh,
And winged deaths in whistling arrows fly;
Wilt thou, tho' wounded, yet undaunted stay,
Perform thy part, and share the dangerous day
Then, as thy ftrength decays, thy heart will fail,
Thy limbs all trembling, and thy cheeks all pale;
With fruitless forrow, thou, inglorious maid,
Wilt weep thy fafety by thy love betray'd:
Then to thy friend, by foes o'ercharg'd, deny
Thy little ufelefs aid, and coward fly: [love
Then wilt thou curfe the chance that made thee
A banish'dman condemn'd in lonely woods to rove.

EMMA.

With fatal certainty Thaleftris knew
To fend the arrow from the twanging yew:
And, great in arms, and foremost in the war,
Bonduca brandifh'd high the British spear.
Could thirst of vengeance and defire of fame
Excite the female breaft with martial flame?
And fhall not love's diviner pow'r infpire
More hardy virtue, and more generous fire?

Near thee, miftruft not, conftant I'll abide,
And fall, or vanquish, fighting by thy fide.
Though my inferior firength may not allow,
That I fhould bear or draw the warrior bow;
With ready hand I will the fhaft fupply,
And joy to fee thy victor arrows fly.
Touch'd in the battle by the hoftile reed,
Should't thou (but Heav'n avert it !) thould'ft
thou bleed;

To ftop the wounds my fineft lawn I'd tear,
Wafh them with tears, and wipe them with my
hair:

Bleft, when my dangers and my toils have shown,
That I, of all mankind, could love but thee alone.

HENRY.

But canf thou, tender maid, canft thou fuftain Afflictive want, or hunger's preffing pain?

Thofe limbs, in lawn and fofteft filk array'd,
From fun-beams guarded, and of winds afraid;
Can they bear angry Jove? Can they refift
The parching dog-ftar, and the bleak north-eaft'
When, chill'd by adverse fnows, and beating rain,
We tread with weary fteps the longfome plain;
When with hard toil we feek our ev'ning food,
Berries and acorns from the neighbʼring wood;
And find among the cliffs no other house,
But the thin covert of fome gather'd boughs;
Wilt thou not then reluctant fend thine eve

(Tho' then, alas! that tria! be too late)
Around the dreary wafte; and weeping try
To find thy father's hofpitable gate,

And feats, where Eafe and Plenty brooding fate?
Thofe feats, whence long excluded thou mu
That gate, for ever barr'd to thy return: [mourn;
Wilt thou not then bewail ill-fated love,

And hate a banish'd man condemn'd in woods
to rove?

EMMA.

Thy rife of fortune did I only wed,
From its decline determin'd to recede?
Did I but purpose to embark with thee
On the fmooth furface of a fummer's fea,
While gentle Zephyrs play in profp'rous gales,
And Fortune's favour fills the fwelling fails;
But would forfake the fhip, and make the there,
When the winds whistle, and the tempefts roar?
No, Henry, no: one facred oath has ty'd
Our loves; one deftiny our life fhall guide;
Nor wild nor deep our common way divide.

When from the cave thou rifeft with the day,
To beat the woods, and roufe the bounding prey;
The cave with mofs and branches I'll adorn,
And cheerful fit, to wait my lord's return:
And, when thou frequent bring ft the fmitten deer
(For feldom, archers fay, thy arrows err),
I'll fetch quick fuel from the neighb'ring wood,
And ftrike the fparkling flint, and drefs the food;
With humble duty, and officious hafte,
I'll cull the furtheft mead for thy repaft:
The choiceft herbs I to thy board will bring;
And draw thy water from the fresheft fpring:
And when, at night, with weary toil oppreft,
Soft flumbers thou enjoy 'ft, and wholesome reft;
Watchful I'll guard thee, and with midnight
pray'r

Weary the gods to keep thee in their care;
And joyous afk, at morn's returning ray,
If thou haft health, and I may blefs the day.
My thoughts fhall fix, my lateft with depend
On thee, guide, guardian, kinfman, father, friend:
By all thefe facred names be Henry known
To Emma's heart: and grateful let him own,
That fhe, of all mankind, could love but him
alone.

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Or fit behind thy head, an ample round,
In graceful braids with various ribbon bound:
No longer fhall the boddice, aptly lac'd
From thy full bosom to thy flender waist,
That air and harmony of fhape exprefs,
Fine by degrees, and beautifully lefs:
Nor fhall thy lower garments artful plait,
From thy fair fide dependent to thy feet,
Arm their chafte beauties with a modeft pride,
And double ev'ry charm they feek to hide.
Th' ambrofial plenty of thy thining hair,
Cropt off and loft, scarce lower than thy ear,
Shall ftand uncouth: a horfeman's coat fhall hide
Thy taper shape and comeliness of fide :
The fhort trunk-hofe fhall fhew thy foot and knee
Licentious, and to common eye-fight free:
And, with a bolder ftride, and loofer air,
Mingled with men, a man thou must appear.

Nor folitude, nor gentle peace of mind,
Miftaken maid, fhalt thou in forests find:
'Tis long fince Cynthia and her train were there;
Or guardian gods made innocence their care.
Vagrants and outlaws fhall offend thy view;
For fuch must be my friends; a hideous crew
By adverfe fortune mix'd in focial ill,
Train'd to affault, and difciplin'd to kill:
Their common loves, a lewd abandon'd pack,
The beadle's lash still flagrant on their back :
By floth corrupted, by diforder fed,

Made bold by want, and prostitute for bread :
With fuch muft Emma hunt the tedious day,
Affift their violence, and divide their prey:
With fuch fhe muft return at fetting light,
Tho' not partaker, witnefs of their night.
Thy ear, inur'd to charitable founds,
And pitying love, muft feel the hateful wounds
Of jeft obfcene and vulgar ribaldry,

The ill-bred question, and the lewd reply ;
Brought by long habitude from bad to worfe,
Must hear the frequent oath, the direful curse,
That latest weapon of the wretches war;
And blafphemy, fad comrade of defpair.

Now, Emma, now the last reflection make,
What thou wouldst follow,what thou must forfake;
By our ill-omen'd stars, and adverse heav'n,
No middle object to thy choice is given.
Or yield thy virtue, to attain thy love;
Or leave a banish'd man condemn'd in woods to

EMMA.

[rove.

O grief of heart! that our unhappy fates Force thee to fuffer what thy honour hates; Mix thee amongst the bad; or make thee run Too near the paths which virtue bids thee fhun. Yet with her Henry ftill let Emma go; With him abhor the vice, but fhare the woc : And fure my little heart can never err Amidst the worft; if Henry ftill be there.

Our outward act is prompted from within; And from the finner's mind proceeds the fin: By her own choice free Virtue is approv'd; Nor by the force of outward objects mov'd. Who has affay'd no danger gains no praise. In a fmall ifle, amidst the wideft seas,

Triumphant Conftancy has fix'd her feat: In vain the fyrens fing, the tempefts beat:

For thee alone thefe little charms I dress'd; Condemn'd them, or abfolv'd them, by thy teft. In comely figure rang'd, my jewels fhone, Or negligently plac'd, for thee alone: For thee again they fhall be laid afide; The woman, Henry, fhall put off her pride For thee: my clothes,my fex,exchang'd for thee, I 'll mingle with the people's wretched lee; O line extreme of human infamy! Wanting the fciffars, with thefe hands I'll tear (If that obftructs my flight) this load of hair. Black foot or yellow walnut fhall difgrace This little red and white of Emma's face. Thefe nailswith fcratches fhalldeform my breast, Left by my look or colour be exprefs'd The mark of aught high-born, or ever better drefs'd.

Yet in this commerce, under this disguise, Let me be grateful ftill in Henry's eyes;` Loft to the world, let me to him be known: My fate I can abfolve; if he fhall own, That, leaving all mankind, I love but him alone.

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Now why should doubtful terms thy mind perplex?
Confefs thy frailty, and avow thy lex:
No longer loofe defire for conftant love
Miftake; but say, 'tis man with whom thou long'st

to rove.

EMMA.

Are there not poifons, racks, and flames and fwords;

That Emma thus muft die by Henry's words? Yet what could fwords or poifon, racks or flame, But mangle and disjoint this brittle frame? More fatal Henry's words: they murder. Emma's fame.

And fall these sayings from that gentle tongue, Where çivil fpeech and foft perfuation hung; Whofe artful Tweetnefs and harmonious ftrain, Courting my grace, yet courting it in vain, Call d fighs, and tears, and withes, to its aid; And, whilft it Henry's glowing flame convey'd, Still blam'd the coldnets ofthe Nut-hown Maid? Let envious jealoufy and canker'd spite Produce my actions to fevereft light, And tax my open day, or fecret night. Did e'er my tongue fpeak my unguarded heart The leaft inclin'd to play the wanton's part? Did e'er my eye one inward thought reveal, Which angels might not hear, and virgins teli?

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By nature prompted, and for empire made, Alike by frength or cunning we invade: When, arin'd with rage, we march against the foe, We lift the battle-ax, and draw the bow: When, fir'd with paffion, we attack the fair, Delufive fighs and brittle vows we bear: Our falfehood and our arms have equal use; As they our conqueft or delight produce.

The foolish heart thou gav'ft again receive,
The only boon departing love can give.
To be lefs wretched, be no longer true;
What strives to fly thee why fhouldst thou
purfue?

Forget thy prefent flame, indulge a new.
Single the loveliest of the am'rous youth;
Afk for his vow; but hope not for his truth.
The next man (and the next thou shalt believe)
Will pawn his gods, intending to deceive;
Will kneel, implore, perfift,o'ercome,and leave.
Hence let thy Cupid aim his arrows right;
Be wife and falfe, fhun trouble, feek delight;

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Why should it thou weep? let Nature judge our cafe;

I faw thee young and fair; purfu'd the chafe
Of youth and beauty : I another faw
Fairer and younger: yielding to the law
Of our all-ruling mother, I purfued
More youth, more beauty: bleft viciffitude!
My active heart ftill keeps its priftine flame;
The object alter'd, the defire the fame.

This younger fairer pleads her rightful charms;
With prefent power compels me to her arms.
And much I fear, from my fubjected mind
(If beauty's force to conftant love can bind),
That years may roll, ere in her turn the maid
Shall weep the fury of my love decay'd;
And weeping follow me, as thou dost now,
With idle clamours of a broken vow.

Nor can the wildnefs of thy withes err
So wide, to hope that thou mayft live with her.
Love, well thou know'ft, no partnership allows:
Cupid averfe rejects divided vows:

Then from thy foolish heart, vain maid, remove
An ufelefs forrow, and an ill-ftarr'd love;
And leave me with the fair at large in woods

to rove.

EMMA.

Are we in life through one great error led? Is each man perjur'd, and each nymph betray'd? Of the fuperior fex art thou the worft? Am I of mine the most completely curft ? Yet let me go with thee; and going prove, From what I will endure, how much I love.

This potent beauty, this triumphant fair,
This happy object of our diff'rent care,
Her let me follow; her let me attend,

A fervant (the may fcorn the name of friend):
What the demands, inceffant I'll prepare:

I'll weave her garlands; and I'll plait her hair:
My bufy diligence fhall deck her board
(For there at least I may approach my lord);
And, when her Henry's fofter hours advife
His fervant's abfence, with dejected eyes
Far I'll recede, and fighs forbid to rife.

Yet, when increafing grief brings flow difcate;
And ebbing life, on terms fevere as thefe,
Will have its little lamp no longer fed;
When Henry's miftrefs fhews him Emma dead;
Refcue iny poor remains from vile neglect:
With virgin honours let my hearse be deck'd,
And decent emblem; and at least persuade
This happy nymph, that Emma may be laid
Where thou, dear author of my death, where fhe,
With frequent eye my fepulchre may fee.
The nymph amidft her joys may haply breathe
One pious figh, reflecting on my death,
And the fad fate which the may one day prove,
Who hopes from Henry's vows eternal love.
And thou forfworn, thou cruel, as thou art,
If Emma's image ever touch'd thy heart;
Thou fure muft give one thought and drop one tear
To her, whom love abandon'd to despair;
To her, who, dying, on the wounded stone
Bid it in lafting characters be known,
That, of mankind, the lov'd but thee alone.

HENRY.

Hear, folemn Jove! and, confcious Venus, hear! And thou, bright maid, believe me,whilft I fwear; No time, no change, no future flame, shall move The well-plac'd bafis of my lafting love. O powerful virtue! O victorious fair! At least excufe a trial too fevere: Receive the triumph, and forget the war.

No banish'd man condemn'd in woods to rove Entreats thy pardon, and implores thy love: No perjur'd knight defires to quit thý arms, Fairest collection of thy fex's charms, Crown of my love, and honour of my youth! Henry, thy Henry, with eternal truth, As thou may'it with, fhall all his life employ, And found his glory in his Emma's joy.

In me behold the potent Edgar's heir, Illuftrious earl: him terrible in war Let Loyre confefs; for fhe has felt his fword, And trembling fled before the British lord. Him great in peace and wealth fair Deva knows; For the amidst his fpacious meadows flows; Inclines her urn upon his fatten'd lands; And fees his num'rous herd imprint her fands. And thou, my fair, my dove, fhalt raise thy thought

To greatness next to empire; fhalt be brought | With folemn pomp to my paternal feat; Where peace and plenty on thy word fhall wait. Mufic and fong fhall wake the marriage-day: And, whilft the priests accufe the bride's delay, Myrtles and rofes fhall obftruct her way.

Friendship

Friendship shall fill thy evening feafts adorn; And blooming peace thall ever blefs thy morn. Succeeding years their happy race thall run; And Age unheeded by delight come on; While yet fuperior Love fhall mock his pow'r; And when old Time fhall turn the fated hour, Which only can our well-tied knot unfold; What refts of both, one fepulchre fhall hold.

Hence then for ever from my Emma's breaft (That heav'n of fottnefs, and that seat of reft). Ye doubts and fears, and all that know to move Tormenting grief, and all that trouble love, Scatter'dbywinds recede,and wildinforettsrove.

EMMA.

O day the fairest fure that ever rose !
Period and end of anxious Emma's woes!
Sire of her joy, and fource of her delight;
O! wing d with pleafure take thy happy flight,
And giveeach futuremornatin&tureofthy white.
Yet tell thy votary, potent queen of love,
Henry, my Henry, will he never rove?
Will he be ever kind, and juft, and good?
And is there then no miftrefs in the wood ?
None, none there is; the thought was rafh and vain;
A falfe idea, and a fancied pain.

Doubt fhall for ever quit my strengthen'd heart,
And anxious jealoufy's corroding finart;
No other inmate fhall inhabit there,
But foft Belief, young Joy, and pleasing Care.

Hence let the tides of plenty ebb and flow,
And Fortune's various gale unheeded blow.
If at my feet the fuppliant goddefs ftands,
And fheds her treature with unwearied hands;
Her prefent favour cautious I'll embrace,
And not unthankful ufe the proffer'd grace:
If the reclaims the temporary beon,
And tries her piuions, flutt'ring to be gone;
Secure of mind I'll obviate her intent,
And unconcern'd return the goods the lent.
Nor happiness can I, nor mifery feel,
From any turn of her fantastic wheel :
Friendship's great laws, and love's fuperior pow'rs,
Muft mark the colour of my future hours.
From the events which thy commands create
I muft my bleflings or my forrows date;
And Henry's will muft dictate Emma's fate.
Yet while with clofe delight and inward pride
(Which from the world my careful foul fhall hide)
I fee thee, lord and end of my defire,
Exalted high as virtue can require;
With power invefted, and with pleafure cheer'd;
Sought by the good, by the oppreffor fear'd;
Loaded and bleft with all the affluent ftore
Which human vows at fmoking fhrines implore;
Grateful and humble grant me to employ
My life, fubfervient only to thy joy;
And at my death to blefs thy kindness shown
To her, who of mankind could love but thee alone.

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They tumbled all their little quivers o'er,
To chcofe propitious shafts; a precious store,
That, when their god fhould take his future darts,
To ftrike (however rarely) conftant hearts,
His happy fkill might proper arms employ,
All tipp d with pleate, and all wing'd with joy;
And thofe, they vow'd, whofe lives fhould imitate
Thefe lovers' conftancy, fhould fhare their fate.

The queen of beauty ftopp'd her bridled doves;
Approv'd the little labour of the Loves;
Was proud and pleas'd the mutual vow to hear;
And to the triumph call'd the god of war :
Soon as the calls, the god is always near.

Now, Mars, the faid, let Fame exalt her voice;
Nor let thy conquefts only be her choice:
But when the fings great Edward from the field
Return'd, the hoftile fpear and captive fhield
In Concord's temple hung, and Gallia taught
to yield;

And when, as prudent Saturn fhall complete
The years defign'd to perfect Britain's ftate,
The fwift-wing'd pow'r fhall take her trump
again,

To fing her fav'rite Anna's wondrous reign;
To recollect unwearied Marlbro's toils,
Old Rufus' hall unequal to his fpoils;
The British foldier from his high command
Glorious, and Gaul thrice vanquifh'd by his hand:
Let her at least perform what I defire;
With fecond breath the vocal brass inspire,
And tell the nations, in no vulgar ftrain,
What wars I manage, and what wreaths I gain.
And, when thy tumults and thy fights are past;
And when thy laurels at my feet are caft;
Faithful may it thou, like British Henry, prove:
And, Emma-like, let me return thy love.

Renown'd for truth, let all thy fons appear; And conftant beauty fhall reward their care.

Mars fmil'd, and bow'd: the Cyprian deity Turn'd to the glorious ruler of the sky; And thou, the finiling faid, great god of days And verfe, behold my deed, and fing my praise; As on the British earth, my fav'rite ifle, Thy gentle rays and kindest influence fmile, Thro' all her laughing fields and verdant groves, Proclaim with joy thofe memorable loves: From every annual courfe let one great day To celebrated fports and floral play Be fet afide; and, in the fofteft lays Of thy poetic fons, be folemn praife, And everlafting marks of honour paid To the true Lover, and the Nut-brown Maid.

§ 144. An Heroic Epifle to Sir William Chambers, Knight, Comptroller General of bis Majesty's Works, and Author of a late Differtation on Oriental Gardening. Enriched with Explanatory Notes, chiefly extracted from that elaborate Performance. ANON.

Non omnes arbusta juvant humilefque myricae. VIRGIL.

WHILE thus the conftant pair alternate faid, Joyful above them and around them play'd Angels and fportive Loves, a numerous crowd; Smilingtheyclapp'd theirwings,andlowtheybow'd: Cynosure, an affected phrafe; Cynofura is the conftellation of Urfa Minor, or the Leffer Bear, the next

flar to the Polç. Dr. Newton on the word in Milton,

KNIGHT of the Polar Star! by Fortune plac'd, To fhine the Cynofure of British taste;

Whole

Whofe orb collects in one refulgent view
The fcatter'd glories of Chinele Virtu;
And fpreads their luftre in fo broad a bluze,
That Kings themselves are dazzled, while they
gaze;

O let the Mufe attend thy march fublime,
And, with thy profe, caparifon her rhyme;
Teach her, like thee, to gild her fplendid fong
With fcenes of Yven-Ming, and fayings of
Tfongt;

That Pope beheld them with aufpicious fmile,
And own'd that Beauty blefs'd their mutual toll.
Miltaken Bard! could fuch a pair defign
Scenes fit to live in thy immortal line?
Hadit thou been born in this enlighten'd day,
Felt, as we feel, Tafte's oriental ray,

Thy fatire fure had given them both a stab,
Call'd Kent a Drivelier, and the Nympha Drab.
Li-For what is Nature Ring her changes round,
Her three flat notes are water, plants, and grouad;
Prolong the peal, yet fpite of all your clatter,
The tedious chime is ftill ground, plants, and
water §.

So, when fome John his dull invention racks,
To rival Boodle's dinners, or Almack's;
Three uncouth legs of mutton fhock our eyes,
Three roafted geefe, three butter'd apple-pics.

Like thee to fcorn Dame Nature's fimple fence;
Leap each ha-ha of truth and common fenfe;
And, proudly rifing in her bold career,
Demand attention from the gracious ear
Of him, whom we and all the world admit
Patron fupreme of fcience, tafte, and wit.
Does Envy doubt? Witness, ye chosen train!
Who breathe the fweets of his Saturnian reign;
Witnefs ye Hlls, ye Jnfins, Scts, S bb's,
Hark to my call, for fome of you have cars.
Let Dd He, from the remoteft North,
In fee-faw fceptic fcruples hint his worth;
Dd, who there fupinely deigns to lye
The fatteft Hog of Epicurus' ftye;
Tho' drunk with Gallic wine, and Gallic praife.
Dd fhall blefs Old England's halcyon days;
The mighty Home, bemir'd in profe to long,
Again thall talk upon the ftilts of fong:
While bold Mac-Ofiian, wont in Ghofts to deal,
Bids candid Smollet from his coffin ftcal;
Bids Mallock quit his fweet Elyfian reft,
Sunk in his St. John's philofophic breast,
And, like cid Orpheus, make fome firong effort
To come from Hell, and warble truth at Court.
There was a time, "in Ether's peaceful grove,"
"When Kent and Nature vy'd for Pelham's
"love,"

One of the Imperial gardens at Pekin.

Come then, prolific art, and with thee bring
The charms that rife from thy exhaufticss spring;
To Richmond come, for fee untutor'd Brown
Deftroys thofe wonders which were once thy own.
Lo, from his melon-ground the peasant slave
Has rudely rush'd, and levell'd Merlin's Cave;
Knock d down the waxen Wizard, feiz'd his wand,
Transform'd to lawn what late was Fairy land;
And marr'd, with impious hand, each sweet defiga
Of Stephen Duck and good Queen Caroline.
Hafte, bid yon livelong Terrace re-afcend,
Replace each vifta, ftraighten every.bend;
Shut out the Thames; thail that ignoble thing
Approach the prefence of great Ocean's King
No! let Barbaric glories] reaft his eyes,
Augutt Pagodas round his palace ile,
And finish'd Richmond open to his view,
A work to wonder at, perhaps a Kew."
Nor reft we here, but, at our magic call,
Monkies fhall climb our trees, and lizards crawl;

"Many trees. thrubs, and flowers," fayeth Li-Tfong, a Chinefe author of great antiquity," thrive beft in low, moift fituations; many on hills and mountains; fome require a rich foil; but others will grow on clay, in fand, or even upon rocks, and in the water: to fome a funny expofition is neceffary; but for others the thade is preferable. There are plants which thrive bett in expofed fituations, but in general shelter is requifite. The fkilful gardener, to whom ftudy and experience have taught thefe qualities, carefully attends to them in his operations; knowing that thereon depend the health and growth of his plants, and confequently the beauty of his plantations." Vide Diff. p. 77. The reader, I prefume, will readily allow, that he never met with fo much recondite truth, as this ancient Chinefe here exhibits.

‡ Vide (if it be extant) a poem under this title, for which (or for the publication of Lord Bolingbroke's philofophical writings) the perfon here mentioned received a confiderable penfion in the time of Lord B-te's administration.

This is the great and fundamental axiom, on which oriental tafte is founded. It is therefore expreffed here with the greatest precifion, and in the identical phrafe of the great original. The figurative terms, and even the explanatory fimile, are entirely borrowed from Sir William's Differtation. "Nature (fays the Chinese, or Sir William for him) affords us but few materials to work with. Plants, ground, and water, are her only productions; and, though both the forms and arrangements of these may be varied to an incredible degree, yet they have but few ftriking varieties, the rest being of the nature of changes rung upon bells, which, though in reality different, ftill produce the fame uniform kind of jnging; the variation being too minute to be eally perceived." "Art must therefore fupply the fcantinefs of Nature." &c. &c page 14. And again, “Our Jarger works are only a repetition of the finall ones, like the boneft Bachelor's feaft, which confifted in nothing but a multiplication of his own dinner; three legs of mutton and turneps, three reafted geese, and three buttered apple-pies." Preface, page 7.

So Milton:

"Where the gorgeous eaft with richest hand

Showers on her kings Barbaric pearl and gold."

"In their lofty woods ferpents and lizards of many beautiful forts crawl upon the ground. Innumerable monkies, cats, and parrots clamber upon the trees." Page 40. "In their lakes are many islands, some small, fome large, amongst which are feen stalking along, the elephant, the thinoceros, the dromedary, oftrich, and the giant baboon." Page 66. "They keep, in their enchanted fcenes, a furprising variety of mentres birds, reptiles and animals, which are tamed by it, and guarded by enormous dogs of Tibet, and ăriess

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