Since such are the joys that Simplicity yields, We may well be content with our woods and our fields: How useless to us then, ye great, were your wealth, When without it we purchase both pleasure and health! MORE. SECTION XXX. Care and generosity. OLD Care, with industry and art, Good, amiable, sincere, and free ; 'Twas her's the largess to bestow, For th' hungry and the thirsty crew, The bread she broke, the drink she drew. There sickness laid her aching head, And there distress could find a bed. And num'rous was th' accepting throng. She found her riches at an end, And that she had not made one friend. And good the pudding and the priest. A little maid of matchless worth: Her face was mix'd with care and glee; And she was nam'd Economy. They styl❜d her fair Discretion's queen, The mistress of the golden mean. Now Generosity confin'd, Perfectly easy in her mind, Still loves to give, yet knows to spare, Nor wishes to be free from Care. SMART. SECTION XXXI. The slave. WIDE o'er the tremulous sea, The moon spread her mantle of light; On the forecastle Maratan stood, And pour'd forth his sorrowful tale: His sighs pass'd unheard in the gale. Ere o'er the salt waves thou wert borne! 4 Through the groves of Angola I stray'd, Love and hope made my bosom their home; From the thicket the man-hunter sprung, M Flow, ye tears, down my cheeks ever flow; Still let sleep from my eyelids depart: Drink deep of the stream of my But hark! o'er the silence of night, My Adila's accents I hear; heart. And mournful, beneath the wan light, Slow o'er the smooth ocean she glides, As the mist that hangs light on the wave; Oh, Maratan! haste thee,' she cries, The tyrant is robb'd of his prize, And Adila sorrows no more.' Now sinking amidst the dim ray, She beckons, and I must pursue. To-morrow, the white man, in vain, And rush to the realms of the brave!" * * It may not be improper to remind the young reader, that the anguish of the unhappy negroes, on being separated for ever from their country and dearest connexions, with the dreadful prospect of perpetual slavery, frequently becomes so exquisite, as to produce derangement of mind, and suicide. SECTION XXXII. The swallows: ERE yellow autumn from our plains retir'd, On Damon's roof a grave assembly sat; Observe yon twitt'ring flock, my gentle maid; Observe, and read the wond'rous ways of Heav'n ! With us, through summer's genial reign they stay'd, And food and lodging to their wants were giv'n. But now, through sacred prescience, well they know The near approach of elemental strife ; The blust'ring tempest, and the chilly snow, With ev'ry want and scourge of tender life. Thus taught, they meditate a speedy flight; And prove their strength, in many an airy ring. |