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ARGUMENT of the FIRST BOOK.
Hiftorical deduction of feats, from the flool to the Sofa.Afchool-boy's ramble.-A walk in the country.-The fcene defcribed.-Rural founds as well as fights delightful.-Another walk.-Miftake concerning the charms of folitude, corrected,-Colonnades commended.- Alcove and the view from it.—The Wilderness. -The Grove.-The Thresher.-The neceffity and the benefits of exercife. The works of nature fuperior to and in fome inftances inimitable by art.—The wearifomeness of what is commonly called a life of pleasure. -Change of fcene fometimes expedient.— A common defcribed, and the character of crazy Kate introduced upon it.-Gipfies.-The blessings of civilized life.— That state most favourable to virtue.-The South Sea Inlanders compaffionated, but chiefly Omai.—His prefent ftate of mind fuppofed.-Civilized life friendly t virtue, but not great cities.-Great cities, and Lond in particular, allowed their due praife, but cenfured.Fete Champetre.-The book concludes with a refle tion on the fatal effects of diffipation and effemina upon our public measures.
THE S OF A.
SING the SOFA. I who lately fang
Truth, Hope, and Charity, and touch'd with awe The folemn chords, and with a trembling hand, Escap'd with pain from that advent'rous flight, Now feek repose upon an humbler theme; The theme though humble, yet auguft and proud Th' occafion-for the Fair commands the fong.
Time was, when cloathing sumptuous or for use, Save their own painted skins, our fires had none. As yet black breeches were not; fattin fmooth, B
Or velvet foft, or plufh with fhaggy pile:
At length a generation more refined Improv'd the fimple plan, made three legs four,
Gave them a twifted form vermicular,
And o'er the feat with plenteous wadding stuff'd
Now came the cane from India, fmooth and bright With Nature's varnish; fever'd into stripes That interlaced each other, these supplied Of texture firm a lattice-work, that braced The new machine, and it became a chair. But reftlefs was the chair; the back erect Diftrefs'd the weary loins that felt no ease; The flipp'ry feat betray'd the fliding part That prefs'd it, and the feet hung dangling down, Anxious in vain to find the distant floor.