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What can from such be hop'd, but a base brood The panting wretch; till, breathless and astunn'd, "Of coward curs, a frantic, vagrant race ?

Stretch'd on the turf he lie. Then spare not thou When now the third revolving Moon appears, The twining whip, but ply his bleeding sides *With sharpen'd horns, above th' horizon's brink, Lash after lash, and with thy threatening voice, Without Lucina's aid, expect thy hopes

Harsh-echoing from the hills, inculcate loud Are amply crown'd; short pangs produce to light His vile offence. Sooner shall trembling doves The smoking litter ; crawling helpless, blind, Escap'd the hawk's sharp talons, in mid air, Nature their guide, they seek the pouting teat Assail their dangerous foe, than he once more That plenteous streams. Soon as the tender dam Disturb the peaceful flocks.

In tender age Has forın'd them with her tongue, with pleasure Thus youth is train'd; as curious artists bend view

The taper pliant twig, or potters form The marks of their renown'd progenitors,

Their soft and ductile clay to various shapes. Sure pledge of triumphs yet to come. All these Nor is 't enough to breed; but to preserve, Select with joy; but to the merciless flood

Must be the huntsman's care. The stanch old Expose the dwindling refuse, nor o'erload

hounds, Th' indulgent mother. If thy heart relent, Guides of thy pack, though but in number few, Unwilling to destroy, a nurse provide,

Are yet of great account; shall oft untie And to the foster-parent give the care

The Gordian knot, when reason at a stand Of thy superfluous brood; she'll cherish kind Puzzling is lost, and all thy art is vain. The alien offspring ; pleas'd thou shalt behold O'er clogging fallows, o'er dry plaster'd roads, Her tenderness, and hospitable love.

O'er floated meads, o'er plains with focks distain'd If frolic now and playful they desert

Rank-scenting, these must lead the dubious l'heir gloomy cell, and on the verdant turf, As party-chiefs in senates who presidé, With nerves improv'd, pursue the mimic chase, With pleaded reason and with well-turn'd speech, Coursing around ; unto the choicest friends

Conduct the staring multitude ; so these Commit thy valued prize : the rustic dames Direct the pack, who with joint cry approve, Shall at thy kennel wait, and in their laps

And loudly boast discoveries not their own. Receive thy growing hopes, with many a kiss Unnumber'd accidents, and various ills, Caress, and dignify their little charge

Attend thy pack, hang hovering o'er their heads, With some great title, and resounding name And point the way that leads to Death's dark cave. Df high import. But cautious here observe Short is their span ; few at the date arrive so check their youthful ardour, nor permit

Of ancient Argus in old Homer's song Che unexperienc'd younker, immature,

So highly honour'd : kind, sagacious brute ! Alone to range the woods, or haunt the brakes Not ev'n Minerva's wisdom could conceal Where dodging conies sport ; his nerves unstrung, Thy much-lov'd master from thy nicer sense. And strength unequal; the laborious chase

Dying his lord he own'd, view'd him all o'er Shall stint his growth, and his rash forward youth With eager eyes, then clos'd those eyes, well pleas'd. Contract such vicious habits, as thy care

Of lesser ills the Muse declines to sing, And late correction never shall reclaim.

Nor stoops so low; of these each groom can tell When to full strength arriv'd, mature and bold, The proper remedy. But O! what care, Conduct them to the field; not all at once,

What prudence, can prevent madness, the worst But as thy cooler prudence shall direct,

Of maladies ? Terrific pest! that blasts select a few, and form them by degrees

The huntsman's hopes, and desolation spreads so stricter discipline. With these consort Through all th' unpeopled kennel unrestrain'd, Che stanch and steady sages of thy pack,

More fatal than thienvenom’d viper's bite; By long experience vers'd in all the wiles,

Or that Apulian spider's poisonous sting, And subtle doublings of the various Chase. Heal'd by the pleasing antidote of sounds. Easy the lesson of the youthful train

When Sirius reigns, and the Sun's parching beams When instinct prompts, and when example guides. Bake the dry gaping surface, visit thou If the too forward younker at the head

Each ev'n and morn, with quick observant eye, Press boldly on in wanton sportive mood,

Thy panting pack. If, in dark sullen mood, Correct his haste, and let him feel abash'd

The glouting hound refuse his wonted meal, The ruling whip. But if he stoop behind

Retiring to some close, obscure retreat, In wary modest guise, to his own nose

Gloomy, disconsolate; with speed remove Confiding sure ; give him full scope to work The poor infectious wretch, and in strong chains His winding way, and with thy voice applaud Bind him suspected. Thus that dire disease His patience, and his care : soon shalt thou view Which art can't cure, wise caution may prevent. The hopeful pupil leader of his tribe,

But, this neglected, soon expect a change,
And all the listening pack attend his call.

A dismal change, confusion, frenzy, death.
Oft lead them forth where wanton lambkins play, or in some dark recess the senseless brute
And bleating dams with jealous eyes observe Sits sadly pining; deep melancholy,
Their tender care. If at the crowding flock And black despair, upon his clouded brow
He bay presumptuous, or with eager haste Hang lowering; from his half opening jaws
Pursue them scatter'd o'er the verdant plain, The clammy venom, and infectious froth,
In the foul fact attach'd, to the strong ram

Distilling fall; and from his lungs inflam'd,
Tie fast the rash offender. See! at first

Malignant vapours taint the ambient air, His horn'd companion, fearful and amaz'd, Breathing perdition : his dim eyes are glaz'd, Shall drag him trembling o'er the rugged ground; He droops his pensive head, his trembling limbs Then, with his load fatigu’d, shall turn a-head, No moru support his weight ; abject he lies, And with his curl'd hard front incessant peal


Dumb, spiritless, benumb'd; till Death at last The wound; spare not thy flesh, nor dread th'erent Gracious attends, and kindly brings relief.

Vulcan shall save when Æsculapius fails. Or, if outrageous grown, behold, alas!

Here should the knowing Muse recount the men A yet more dreadful scene ; his glaring eyes To stop this growing plague. And, here, alas! Redden with fury, like some angry boar

Each hand presents a sovereign cure, and boasts Churning he foams; and on his back erect Infallibility, but boasts in vain. His pointed bristles rise; his tail incurv'd

On this depend, cach to his separate seat He drops, and with harsh broken howlings rends Confine, in fetters bound; give each his mess The poison-tainted air ; with rough hoarse voice Apart, his range in open air ; and then Incessant bays, and snuffs the infectious breeze; If deadly symptoms to thy grief appear, This way and that he stares aghast, and starts Devote the wretch, and let him greatly fall, At his own shade : jealous, as if he deem'd A generous victim for the public wcal. The world his foes. If haply towards the stream Sing, philosophic Muse, the dire effects He cast his roving eye, cold horrour chills Of this contagious bite on hapless man. His soul ; averse he Aies, trembling, appallid. The rustic swains, by long tradition taught Now frantic to the kennel's utmost verge

Of leeches old, as soon as they perceive Raving he runs, and deals destruction round. The bite impress'd, to the sea-coasts repair. The pack fly diverse ; for whate'er he meets Plung'd in the briny flood, th' unhappy youth Vengeful he bites, and every bite is death.

Now journeys home secure; but soon shall wish If now perchance through the weak fence escap'd The seas as yet had cover’d him beneath Far up the wind he roves, with open mouth The foaming surge, full many a fathom decp Inhales the cooling breeze ; nor man, nor beast, A fate more dismal, and superior ills He spares implacable. The hunter-horse,

Hang o'er his head devoted. When the Moon, Once kind associate of his sylvan toils,

Closing her monthly round, returns again (Who haply now without the kennel's mound To glad the night; or when full-orb'd she shines Crops the rank mead, and listening hears with joy High in the vault of Heaven; the lurking pest The cheering cry, that morn and eve salutes Begins the dire assault. The poisonous foam His raptur'd sense,) a wretched victim falls. Through the deep wound instill’d with hostile rage, Unhappy quadruped ! no more, alas !

And all its fiery particles saline, Shall thy fond master with his voice applaud Invades th' arterial fluid: whose red waves Thy gentleness, thy speed; or with his hand Tempestuous heave, and their cohesion broke, Stroke thy soft dappled sides, as he each day Fermenting boil ; intestine war ensues, Visits thy stall, well pleas'd; no more shalt thou And order to confusion turns embroil'd. With sprightly neighings, to the winding horn, Now the distended vessels scarce contain And the loud opening pack in concert join'd, The wild uproar, but press each weaker part Glad his proud heart. For oh! the secret wound Unable to resist: the tender brain Rankling inflames, he bites the ground, and dies ! And stomach suffer most; convulsions shake Hence to the village with pernicious haste His trembling nerves, and wandering pungent pas Baleful he bends his course : the village dies Pinch sore the sleepless wretch ; his fluttering pole Alarm'd; the tender mother in her arms

Oft intermits; pensive, and sad, he mourns Hugs close the trembling babe ; the doors are barr’d, His cruel fate, and to his weeping friends And flying curs, by native instinct taught,

Laments in vain; to hasty anger prone, Shun the contagious bane; the rustic bands Resents each slight offence, walks with quick ste, Hurry to arms, the rude militia seize

And wildly stares ; at last with boundless sway Whate'er at hand they find; clubs, forks, or guns, The tyrant frenzy reigns: for as the dog From every quarter charge the furious foe, (Whose fatal bite convey'd th' infectious bane) In wild disorder, and uncouth array:

Raving he foams, and bowls, and barks, and bits Till, now with wounds on wounds oppress'd and Like agitations in his boiling blood gor'd,

Present like species to his troubled inind; At one short poisonous gasp he breathes his last. His nature and his actions all canine.

Hence to the kennel, Muse, return, and view So (as old Homer sung) th' associates wild With heavy heart that hospital of woe;

Of wandering Ithacus, by Circe's charms (gores Where Horrour stalks at large! insatiate Death To swine transform’d, ran grunting through the Sits growling o'er his prey: each hour presents Dreadful example to a wicked world! A different scene of ruin and distress.

See there distress'd he lies! parch'd up with thirst

, How busy art thou, Fate ! and how severe

But dares not drink. Till now at last his soul Thy pointed wrath ! the dying and the dead Trembling escapes, her noisome dungeon leares, Promiscuous lie; o'er these the living fight And to some purer region wings away. In one eternal broil; not conscious why

One labour yet remains, celestial Maid ! Nor yet with whom. So drunkards, in their cups, | Another element demands thy song, Spare not their friends, while senseless squabble No more o'er craggy steep, through coverts thick reigns.

With pointed thorn, and briers intricate, Huntsman ! it much behoves thee to avoid Urge on with horn and voice the painful pack: The perilous debate! Ah! rouse up all

But skim with wanton wing the irriguous vale, Thy vigilance, and tread the treacherous ground Where winding streams amid the flowery meads With careful step. Thy fires unquench'd preserve, Perpetual glide along; and undermine As erst the vestal flames; the pointed steel The cavern'd banks, by the tenacious roots In the hot embers hide; and if surpriz'd

Of hoary willows arch'd ; gloomy retreat Thou feelst the deadly bite, quick urge it home Of the bright scaly kind; where they at will Into the recent sore, and cauterize

On the green watery reed their pasture graze,

Suck the moist soil, or slumber at their case, That with its hoary head incurv'd salutes

Rock'd by the restless brook, that draws aslope The passing wave, must be the tyrant's fort,
Its humid train, and laves their dark abodes. And dread abode. How these impatient climb,
Where rages not Oppression? Where, alas ! While others at the root incessant bay!
Is Innocence secure? Rapine and Spoil They put him down. See, there he drives along !
Haunt ev'n the lowest deeps ; seas have their sharks, Th’ ascending bubbles mark his gloomy way.
Rivers and ponds enclose the ravenous pike; Quick fix the nets, and cut off his retreat
He in his turn becomes a prey; on him

Into the sheltering deeps. Ah! there he vents ! Th' amphibious otter feasts. Just is his fate The pack plunge headlong, and pretended spears Deservd: but tyrants know no bounds; nor spears Menace destruction : while the troubled surge That bristle on his back, defend the perch

Indignant foams, and all the scaly kind, From his wide greedy jaws; nor burnish'd mail Affrighted, hide their heads. Wild tumult reigns, The yellow carp; nor all his arts can save And loud uproar. Ah, there once more he vents ! Th’ insinuating eel, that hides his head

See, that bold hound has seiz'd him! down they sink Beneath the slimy mud; nor yet escapes

Together lost: but soon shall he repent The crimson-spotted trout, the river's pride, His rash assault. See, there escap'd, he flies And beauty of the stream.

Without remorse,

Half-drown'd, and clambers up the slippery bank This midnight pillager, ranging around,

With ouze and blood distain'd. Of all the brutes,
Insatiate swallows all. The owner mourns Whether by Nature form’d, or by long use,
Ch' unpeopled rivulet, and gladly hears

This artful diver best can bear the want
The huntsman's early call, and sees with joy Of vital air. Unequal is the fight,
The jovial crew, that march upon its banks Beneath the whelming element. Yet there
In gay parade, with bearded lances arm’d.

He lives not long; but respiration needs
The subtle spoiler, of the beaver kind,

At proper intervals. Again he vents; far off perhaps, where ancient alders shade Again the crowd attack. That spear has pierc'd The deep still pool, within some hollow trunk His neck ; the crimson waves confess the wound. Contrives his wicker couch: whence he surveys Fixt is the bearded lance, unwelcome guest, His long purlieu, lord of the stream, and all Where'er he flies; with him it sinks beneath, The finny shoals his own. But you, brave youths, With him it mounts ; sure guide to every foe. Dispute the felon's claim; try every root,

Inly he groans; nor can his tender wound And every reedy bank ; encourage all

Bear the cold stream. Lo! to yon sedgy bank l'he busy spreading pack, that fearless plunge He creeps disconsolate : his numerous foes into the flood, and cross the rapid stream. Surround him, hounds, and men. Pierc'd through Bid rocks and caves, and each resounding shore,

and through, Proclaim your bold defiance; loudly raise

On pointed spears they lift him high in air ; Each cheering voice, till distant hills repeat Wriggling he hangs, and grins, and bites in vain : l'he triumphs of the vale. On the soft sand Bid the loud horns, in gaily-warbling strains, see there his seal impress'd! and on that bank Proclaim the felon's fate; he dies, he dies. Behold the glittering spoils, half-eaten fish,

Rejoice, ye scaly tribes, and leaping dance scales, fins, and bones, the leavings of his feast. Above the wave, in sign of liberty Ah! on that yielding sag-bed, see, once more Restor'd; the cruel tyrant is no more. is seal I view. O'er yon dank rushy marsh Rejoice secure and bless'd ; did not as yet the sly goose-footed prowler bends his course, Remain some of your own rapacious kind; And seeks the distant shallows. Huntsman, bring And man, fierce man, with all his various wiles. l'hy eager pack, and trail him to his couch.

O happy! if ye knew your happy state, Hark! the loud peal begins, the clamorous joy, Ye rangers of the fields; whom Nature boon The gallant chiding, loads the trembling air. Cheers with her smiles, and every element | Ye Naiads fair, who o'er these floods preside, Conspires to bless. What, if no heroes frown Raise up your dripping heads above the wave, From marble pedestals ; nor Raphael's works, And hear our melody. Th' harmonious notes Nor Titian's lively tints, adorn our walls? Float with the stream; and every winding creek Yet these the meanest of us may behold; And hollow rock, that o'er the dimpling flood And at another's cost may feast at will Nods pendant, still improve from shore to shore Our wondering eyes; what can the owner more? Our sweet reiterated joys. What shouts ! (sounds But vain, alas! is wealth, not grac'd with power, What clamour loud! What gay heart-cheering The flowery landscape, and the gilded dome, Urge through the breathing brass their mazy way! And vistas opening to the wearied eye, Nor quires of Tritons glad with sprightlier strains Through all his wide domain; the planted grove, The dancing billows, when proud Neptune rides The shrubby wilderness, with its gay choir In triumph o'er the deep. How greedily

Of warbling birds, can't lull to soft repose They snuff the fishy steam, that to each blade Th' ambitious wretch, whose discontented soul Rank-scenting clings! See ! how the morning dews Is harrow'd day and night; he mourns, he pines They sweep, that from their feet besprinkling drop Until his prince's favour makes him great. Dispers'd, and leave a track oblique behind. See, there he comes, th' exalted idol comes ! Now on firm land they range; then in the flood The circle 's form'd, and all his fawning slaves They plunge tumultuous; or through reedy pools Devoutly bow to earth; from every mouth Rustling they work their way: no hole escapes The nauseous flattery flows, which he return Their curious search. With quick sensation now With promises, that die as soon as born. The fuming vapour stings ; futter their hearts, Vile intercourse! where virtue has no place. And joy redoubled bursts from overy mouth Frown but the monarch ; all his glories fade; In louder symphonies. Yon hollow trunk, He mingles with the throng, outcast, undona,

The pageant of a day; without one friend

Spoke forth the wondrous scene. But if my soul To soothe his tortur'd mind : all, all are fled. To this gross clay confin'd Autters on Earth For, though they bask'd in his meridian ray, With less ambitious wing; unskill'd to range The insects vanish, as his beams decline.

From orb to orb, where Newton leads the way; Not such our friends ; for here no dark design, And view with piercing eyes the grand machine, No wicked interest, bribes the venal heart ; Worlds above worlds; subservient to his voice, But inclination to our bosom leads,

Who, veil'd in clouded majesty, alone And weds them there for life ; our social cups Gives light to all; bids the great system move, Smile, as we smile; open, and unreserv'd,

And changeful seasons in their turns advance, We speak our inmost souls; good-humour, mirth, Unmov'd, unchang’d, himself: yet this at least Soft complaisance, and wit from malice free, Grant me propitious, an inglorious life, Smooth every brow, and glow on every cheek. Calm and serene, nor lost in false pursuits

O happiness sincere! what wretch would groan Of wealth or honours; but enough to raise Beneath the galling load of power, or walk My drooping friends, preventing modest Want Upon the slippery pavements of the great,

That dares not ask. And if, to crown my joys Who thus could reign, unenvy'd and secure ! Ye grant me health, that, ruddy in my cheeks,

Ye guardian powers who make mankind your care, Blooms in my life's decline; fields, woods, and Give me to know wise Nature's hidden depths,

streams, Trace each mysterious cause, with judgment read Each towering hill, each humble vale below, Th' expanded volume, and submiss adore

Shall hear my cheering voice, my hounds shall take That great creative Will, who at a word

The lazy Morn, and glad th' horizon round.



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ALEXANDER Pope, an English poet of great emi-ample remuneration for his labour. This noble ience, was born in London in 1688. His father, work was published in separate volumes, each convho appears to have acquired wealth by trade, was taining four books; and the produce of the sub· Roman Catholic, and being disaffected to the scription enabled him to take that house at Twickpolitics of King William, he retired to Binfield, in enhain which he made so famous by his residence Windsor Forest, where he purchased a small house and decorations. He brought hither his father and vith some acres of land, and lived frugally upon mother ; of whom the first parent died two years he fortune he had saved. Alexander, who was from afterwards. The second long survived, to be comnfancy of a delicate habit of body, after learning to forted by the truly filial attentions of her son. About ead and write at home, was placed about his eighth this period he probably wrote his Epistle from rear under the care of a Roinish priest, who taught “ Eloisa to Abelard,” partly founded upon the im the rudiments of Latin and Greek. His na extant letters of these distinguished persons. He ural fondness for hooks was indulged about this has rendered this one of the most impressive poems eriod by Ogilby's translation of Homer, and of which love is the subject; as it is likewise the landys's of Ovid's Metamorphoses, which gave him most finished of all his works of equal length, in o much delight, that they may be said to have made point of language and versification. im a poet. He pursued his studies under different geration, however, which he has given to the most riests, to whom he was consigned. At length he impassioned expressions of Eloisa, and his deiecame the director of his own pursuits, the variety viations from the true story, have been pointed out of which proved that he was by no means deficient by Mr. Berrington in his lives of the two lovers. n industry, though his reading was rather excursive During the years in which he was chiefly engaged han methodical. From his early years poetry was with the Iliad, he published several occasional dopted by him as a profession, for his poetical works, to which he usually prefixed very elegant eading was always accompanied with attempts at prefaces; but the desire of farther emolument inmitation or translation ; and it may be affirmed duced him to extend his translation to the Odyssey, hat he rose at once almost to perfection in this walk. in which task he engaged two inferior hands, His manners and conversation were equally beyond whom he paid out of the produce of a new subis years; and it does not appear that he ever culti-scription. He himself, however, translated twelvo ated friendship with any one of his own age or books out of the twenty-four, with a happiness not ondition.

inferior to his Iliad ; and the transaction, conPope's Pastorals were first printed in a volume ducted in a truly mercantile spirit, was the source of Tonson's Miscellanies in 1709, and were generally of considerable profit to him. After the appeardmired for the sweetness of the versification, and ance of the Odyssey, Pope almost solely made he lustre of the diction, though they betrayed a himself known as a satirist and moralist. In want of original observation, and an artificial cast 1728 he published the three first books of the of sentiment: in fact, they were any thing rather“ Dunciad,” a kind of mock heroic, the object of than real pastorals. In the mean time he was exer which was to overwhelm with indelible ridicule cising himself in compositions of a higher class; all his antagonists, together with some other authors and by his “ Essay on Criticism," published two whom spleen or party led him to rank among the years afterwards, he obtained a great accession of dunces, though they had given him no personal reputation, merited by the comprehension of thought, offence

. Notwithstanding that the diction and verthe general good sense, and the frequent beauty of sification of this poem are laboured with the greatest illustration which it presents, though it displays care, we shall borrow nothing from it. Its imagery many of the inaccuracies of a juvenile author. În is often extremely gross and offensive ; and irri1712 his “ Rape of the Lock," a mock heroic, tability, ill-nature, and partiality are so prominent made its first appearance, and conferred upon him through the whole, that whatever he gains as a poet the best title he possesses to the merit of invention. he loses as a ma:.. He has, indeed, a claim to the The machinery of the Sylphs was afterwards added, character of a satirist in this production, but none an exquisite fancy-piece, wrought with unrivalled at all to that of a moralist. skill and beauty. The “ Temple of Fame," altered The other selected pieces, though not entirely from Chaucer, though partaking the embarrass- free from the same defects, may yet be tolerated ; ments of the original plan, has many passages which and his noble work called the “ Essay on Man," may rank with his happiest efforts.

which may stand in the first class of ethical poems, In the year 1713, Pope issued proposals for pub. does not deviate from the style proper to its topic. lishing a translation of Homer's Iliad, the success This piece gave an example of the poet's extraorof which soon removed all doubt of its making an dinary power of managing argumentation in verse, accession to his reputation, whilst it afforded an and of compressing his thoughts into clauses of

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