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ARGUMENT of the FIFTH BOOK.

A frosty morning:--The foddering of cattle.-the wood

man and his dog. The poultry-Whimsical effects of frost at a waterfall. - The Empress of Rufa's palace of ice.--Amusements of monarchs.War, one of them. Wars, whence.-- And whence monarchy.-The ewils of it.-English and French loyalty contrasted. The Baftile, and a prisoner there.-Liberty the chief recommendation of this country.- Modern patriotism queftionable, and why.-- he perishable nature of the best human institutions. - Spiritual liberty not perishable. The Ravish state of man by nature. -Deliver him, Deisl, if you can. - Grace must do it. The respective merits of patriots and martyrs stated.-Their different Breatment. - Happy freedom of the man whom

grace makes free.- His relih of the works of God. -Address 10, the Creator,

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BOOK

V.

THE WINTER MORNING WALK.

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*IS morning; and the fun with ruddy orb Ascending, fires the horizon; while the

clouds That crowd away before the driving wind, More ardent as the disk emerges more, Resemble most some city in a blaze, Scen through the leafless wood. His flanting ray Slides ineffe&ual down the snowy vale, And tinging all with his own rosy hue, From ev'ry herb and ev'ry spiry blade Stretches a length of shadow o'er the field. Mine, spindling into longitude immense,

In spite of gravity, and fage remark
That I myself am but a fleeting shade,
Provokes me to a smile. With

eye

askance I view the muscular proportion'd limb Transform’d to a lean shank. The shapeless pair, As they design'd to‘mock me, at my side Take step for step; and as I near approach The cottage, walk along the plaister'd wall, Prepost'rous fight ! the legs without the man. The verdure of the plain lies buried deep Beneath the dazzling deluge; and the bents, And coarser grass upspearing o'er the rest, Of late unsightly and unseen, now shine Conspicuous, and in bright apparel clad, And fledg’d with icy feathers, nod superb. The cattle mourn in corners where the fence Screens them, and seem half petrify'd to fleep In unrecumbent sadness. There they wait Their wonted fodder, not like hung'ring man Fretful if unsupply'd, but silent, meek, And patient of the flow-pac'd swain's delay. He from the stack carvęs out th' accustom'd load, Deep-plunging, and again deep plunging oft His broad keen knife into the solid mass; Smooth as a wall the upright remnant stands,

With such undeviating and even force
He severs it away: no needless care
Left storms should overset the leaning pile
Deciduous, or its own unbalanc'd weight.
Forth goes the woodman, leaving unconcern'd
The cheerful haunts of man, to wield the axe
And drive the wedge in yonder forest drear,
From morn to eve his solitary task.
Shaggy, and lean, and shrewd, with pointed cars
And tail cropp'd short, half lurcher and half cur, .
His dog attends hin. Close behind his heel
Now creeps he flow; and now with many a frisk
Wide-scamp'ring, snatches up the drifted snow:
With iv'ry teeth, or ploughs it with his snout ;
Then shaķes his powder'd coat and barks for joy.
Heedless of all his pranks, the sturdy churl
Movęs right toward the mark; nor stops for aught,
But, now and then, with pressure of his thumb
T'adjust the fragrant charge of a sort tube
That fumes beneath his nose: the trailing cloud
Streams far behind him, scenting all the air.
Now from the rooft, or from the neighb'ring pale,
Where, diligent to catch the first faint gleam
Of smiling day, they goffip'd side by side,
Come trooping at the housewife's well known call

The

'The feather'd tribes domeftic. Half on wing,
And half on foot, they brush the fleecy flood,
Conscious, and fearful of too deep a plunge.
The sparrows peep, and quit the shelt'ring eaves
To seize the fair occasion. Well they eye
The scatter'd grain, and thievishly resolv'd
T'escape th' impending famine, often scar’d
As oft return, a pert voracious kind.
Clean riddance quickly made, one only care
Remains to cach, the search of sunny nook,
Os lhed impervious to the blast. Resign'd
To fad neceffity, the cock foregoes
His wonted strut, and wading at their head
With well-consider'd steps, seems to resent
His alter'd gait and stateliness retrench'd.
HIow find the myriads, that in summer cheer
The hills and vallies with their ceaseless songs,
Due sustenance, or where subfift they now?
Earth yields them nought : the imprison’d wormis

safe
Beneath the frozen clod; all feeds of herbs
Lie cover'd close, and berry-bearing thorns
That feed the thrush (whatever fome fuppose)
Afford the smaller minstrels no supply.
The long protraded rigor of the year

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