HARK! 'tis the twanging horn o'er yonder bridge, That with it's wearisome but needful length

Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon

Sees her unwrinkled face reflected bright ;

He comes, the herald of a noisy world,

With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks;

News from all nations lumb'ring at his back.

True to his charge, the close pack'd load behind,
Yet careless what he brings, his one concern
Is to conduct it to the destin'd inn ;

And, having dropp'd th' expected bag, pass on.
He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch,
Cold and yet cheerful: messenger of grief
Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to some;
To him indiff'rent whether grief or joy.

Houses in ashes, and the fall of stocks,

Births, deaths, and marriages, epistles wethod brA
With tears, that trickled down the writer's cheeks
Fast as the periods from his fluent quill, í 1071
Or charg'd with am'rous sighs of absent swains, bn A
Or nymphs responsive, equally affect
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His horse and him, unconscious of them all.ɛlq 10
But O th' important budget! usher'd in old anT
With such heart-shaking music, who can say soid W
What are it's tidings? have our troops awak'd?pal
Or do they still, as if with opium drugg'd,uod res 1
Snore to the murmurs of th' Atlantic wave goodT
Is India free? and does she wear her plum'd W
And jewell'd turban with a smile of peace,ruñ 231
Or do we grind her still? The grand debate, 75H
The popular harangue, the tart reply, eiqmot 16dT
The logic, and the wisdom, and the wit,to se odT
And the loud laugh-I long to know them all go «H
I burn to set th' imprison'd wranglers free, ↑
And give them voice and utt'rance once again.” DDA

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Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,katiễ And, while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful ev'ning in.

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Not such his evining, who with shining faces N

Sweats in the crowded theatre, and, squeez'd
And bor'd with elbow-points through both his sides,
Outscolds the ranting actor on the stage: 2
Nor his, who patient stands till his feet throb,
And his head thumps, to feed upon the breath
Of patriots, bursting with heroic rage,
Or placemen, all tranquillity and smiles.
This folio of four pages, happy work!
Which not evin crities criticise; that holds
Inquisitive Attention, while I read,

Fast bound in chains of silence, which the fair,
Though eloquent themselves, yet fear to break
What is it, but a map of busy life,

It's fluctuations, and it's vast concerns?
Here runs the mountainous and craggy ridge,
That tempts Ambition. · On the summit see
The seals of office glitter in his eyes;

He climbs, he pants, he grasps them! At his heels,
Close at his heels, a demagogue ascends,

And with a dext'rous jerk soon twists him down,
And wins them, but to lose them in his turn.
Here rills of oily eloquence in soft

Meanders lubricate the course they take;
The modest speaker is asham'd and griev'd,
T' engross a moment's notice; and yet begs,
Begs a propitious ear for his poor thoughts,
However trivial all that he conceives.

Sweet bashfulness! it claims at least this praise;

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The dearth of information and good sense,a anus 31 That it foretells us, always comes to pass. i llo deiW Cat'racts of declamation thunder here im edT There forests of no meaning spread the page, sol 2£H In which all comprehension wanders lost guaina While fields of pleasantry amuse us theresort've bпA With merry descants on a nation's woest 9ft 789H The rest appears a wilderness of strange do wyƐ But gay confusion; roses for the cheeks, „dzia baА And lilies for the brows of faded age, bas elsv£7) 9H Teeth for the toothless, ringlets for the bald, mont Heav'n, earth, and ocean, plunder'd of their sweetsgT Nectareous essences, Olympian dewspoisedimos ys¶ Sermons, and city feasts, and fav'rite airsgi adosa H Æthereal journies, submarine exploits, absenqa baA And Katerfelto, with his hair on end 191 eid ±A At his own wonders, wond'ring for his breadavet ell decoct af b190A

'Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world; to see the stir in 19đư Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd; 274 To hear the roar she sends through all her gates ch At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on th' uninjur'd ear."^5.57 0 Thus sitting, and surveying thus at ease 557 T The globe and it's concerns, I seem advanc'd dvdT To some secure and more than mortal height, gan That lib'rates and exempts me from them all. 6dT

It turns submitted to my view, turns round
With all it's generations; I behold
The tumult, and am still. The sound of war
Has lost it's terrours ere it reaches me;
Grieves, but alarms me not. I mourn the pride
And av'rice, that make man a wolf to man;
Hear the faint echo of those brazen throats,
By which he speaks the language of his heart,
And sigh, but never tremble at the sound.
He travels and expatiates, as the bee

From flow'r to flow'r, so he from land to land;
The manners, customs, policy, of all
Pay contribution to the store he gleans; ^
He sucks intelligence in ev'ry clime,
And spreads the honey of his deep research-
At his return-a rich repast for me. -
He travels, and I too. I tread his deck,
Ascend his topmast, through his peering eyes
Discover countries, with a kindred heart
Suffer his woes, and share in his escapes;
While fancy, like the finger of a clock,'
Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.

O Winter, ruler of th' inverted year, Thy scatter'd hair with sleet like ashes fill'd, Thy breath congeal'd upon thy lips, thy cheeks Fring'd with a beard made white with other snows Than those of age, thy forehead wrapp'd in clouds,