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VONTCMPLATIONS ON THE NIGHT.
In the following lines there is something extremely picturesque . Let them be read with a pensive, slow, and solemn mode of delivery.
SHOULD man be vain at this dread midnight hour,
The following lines, as well as the Ode in page 239, are commemmo rative of the immortal Washington, who was “For earth too good, to. Heaveu is flown, and left the world in tears.
How to read them with effect, may be at once conceived, by recollecting the feelings and the looks depicted upon the countenance of United America, when deploring the loss of the saviour of his country, and the fried of man.
LINES ON GENERAL WASHINGTON.
THE whole Columbian thunder born to wield,
Engrave his counsels on the living sky,
THE TOWN AND COUNTRY CONTRASTED, ALTHOUGH true worth and virtue in the mild And genial soil of cultivated life Thrive most and may perhaps thrive only there, Yet not in cities oft: io proud, and gay, And gain devored cities. Thither flow, As to a common and most noisome sewer, The dregs and sediment of every land. In cities, foul examples on most minds, Begets its likenese. Rank abundance breeds In gross and pamper d ciiies sloth and lust, And wantonness, and glujtonçus excess. In cities, rice is hidden with most ease, Or seen witii least reproach; and virtue, taught By frequent lapse, can hope no triumph there Beyond th' achievement of successful flight. I do confess them nurs ries of the arts, In which they flourish most, where in the beams Of warm encourayement, and in the eye Of public note, they rcach their perfect size.
God made the country, and man made the towa, What wonder then, that health and virtue, gifts That can alone make sweet the biiter draught That life holds out to all, should most abound And least be threaten d in :he fields and groves? Possess ye, therefore,
who, born about
There is a public mischief in your mirth;
PEACH AND BENEVOLENCE.
WH, for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick, with every day s report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill do There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart: It does not feel for man; the natural bond Of brotherhood is severd, as the flax That falls àsunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own! and, having power Tenforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey. Lands intersected by a narrow frith, Abhor each other. "Mountains interpos’d, Make enemies of nations: who had else, Ifike kindred crops, been mingled into one. Thus man devo:es his brother, and destroys; And, worse than all, and most to be deplor d, As human nature's broadest, foulest blot, Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat With stripes, that mercy, with a bleeding heart, Weeps when she sees inflicted on a beast. Then what is man? And what man, seeing this, And having human feelings, does not blush, And hang his head, to think himself a man? I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, Aud tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews, bought and sold, have ever earn No: dear as freedom is, and in my heart's Just estimation, prized above all price, I had much rather be myself the slave, And wear the bonds, than fas en them on him We have no slaves at home then why abroad And they, themselves, once ferry do er the wate That parts us, are emancipate and loos d. "New England has pre slaves. Her gir, so free
To slavery is death. Convey them here,
They pine for liberty;" nu it their lungs
THE pulpit, therefore, (and I name it, fillid With solemn awe that bids me weil beware With what intent I touch that holy thing;) I say the pulpit (in the sober use Of its ligitimate, peculiar powers, Must stand acknowledg d, while the world shall stand, The most important and effectual guard, Support, and ornan.ent, of virtue s cause. There stands the messenger of truth : there stands The legate of the skies ! His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated laws speaks out ** Its thunders; and by him, in strains 29 sweet As angels use the gospel whispers peace. He stablishes the strong, restores the weak, Reclaims the wanderer binds the broken heart, Ard, arm d himself in panoply complete Of heavenly temper, furnishes with arms, Bright as his own, and trains, by every rule Of holy discipline, to glorious war, The sacramental host of God select! Are all such teachers would to heaven all were ! But hark-the doctor s voice !--fast wedg'd between Two empirics he stands, and with swollen cheeks Inspires the news, his trumpet. Keener far. Than all invective is his bold harangue, While through that public organ of report: He hails the clergy; and, defying shame, Announces to the world his own and theirs : He teaches those to read, wliom schools dismiss'd, And colleges, untaught ; sells accent, tone, And emphasis, in score; and gives to prayer Th’adagio and andante it demands. He grinds divinity of other days Down into modern use; transforms old priot To zig-zag manuscript, and cheats the eyes Of gallery critics by a thousand arts.
TME PETITMAITRE PARSON AND GOOD PREACHER CONTRASTD.
I VRNERATE the man whose heart is warm,
Would I describe a preacher, such as Paul,