ARGUMENT of the SIXTH BOOK. Bells at a diftance.-Their effect.-A fine noon in winter. -A fheltered walk.-Meditation better than books.Our familiarity with the courfe of nature makes it ap pear lefs wonderful than it is.-The transformation that spring effects in a shrubbery described.-- A mistake concerning the course of nature corre&ed.—God maintains it by an unremitted act.-The amusements fashionable at this hour of the day reproved.— Animals happy, a delightful fight.-Origin of cruelty to animals.-That it is a great crime proved from scripture. -That proof illuftrated by a tale.-A line drawn be tween the lawful and unlawful deftruction of them. -Their good and useful properties infifted on.-Apology for the encomiums bestored by the author on animals.-Inftances of man's extravagant praife of man. -The groans of the creation shall have an end. — A view taken of the reftoration of all things.-An Invocation and an Invitation of him who shall bring it to afs.-The retired man vindicated from the charge of ufelefsnefs. Conclufion. THE And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleas'd. In cadence sweet! now dying all away, Where mem'ry flept. Wherever I have heard A kindred A kindred melody, the fcene recurs, And with it all its pleasures and its pains. We mifs'd that happiness we might have found! When moft fevere, and muft'ring all its force, Was but the graver countenance of love; Whofe favour, like the clouds of spring, might low'r, And utter now and then an awful voice, But had a bleffing in its darkeft frown, Threat'ning at once and nourishing the plant. We We lov'd, but not enough, the gentle hand His fhelt'ring fide, and wilfully forewent And makes the world the wilderness it is. And, feeking grace t' improve the prize they hold, The night was winter in his roughest mood, The morning fharp and clear. But now at noon Upon the fouthern fide of the flant hills, And where the woods fence off the northern blast, The season smiles, refigning all its rage, And And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue The walk ftill verdant, under oaks and elms, The frequent flakes, has kept a path for me. heart May |