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Our more harmonious notes: the thrush de.
paits Scar'd, and th' offended nightingale is mute. Their is a public mischief in your mirth: It plagues your country. Folly such as yours, Grac'd with a sword, and worthier of a fan, Has made, what enemies could ne'er have
done, Our arch of empire, steadfast but for you, A mutilated structure soon to fall.
ARGUMENT OF THE SECOND BOOK. Reflections suggested by the conclusion of the former bouba
-Peace among the nations recommended on the ground of their common fellowship in sorrow-Prodigies enumerated-Sicilian earthquakes-Man rendered obnox ious to these calamities by sin-God the agent in themThe philosophy that stops at secondary causes reproved -Our own late miscarriages accounted fur-Satirical notice taken of our trips to Fontainbleau-But the pulpit, not satire, the proper engine of reformation-The Reverend Advertiser of engraved sermons-Petit-maitre parson-The good preacher-Picture of a theatrical clerk cal coxcomb-Story-tellers ard jesters in the pulpit reproved-Apostrophe 10 popusar applause-Retailers of ancient philosophy expostulated with-Sum of the whole malter-Effects of sacerdotal mismanagement on the laily-Their folly and extravagance-The mischiefs of profusion-Profusicn itself, with all its consequent evils, ascribed, as to its principal cause, to the want of discipline in the universities.
O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
No: dear as freedom is, and in my
heart's Just estimation priz'd above all price, I had much rather be myself the slave, And wear the bonds, than fasten them on him. We have no slaves at home.-Then why abroad 1 And they themselves, once ferried o'er the wave That parts us, are emancipate and loos’d. Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free; They touch our country, and their shackles fall. That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud And jealous of the blessing. Spread it, then, And let it circulate through ev'ry vein Of all your empire: that, where Britain's pow'r Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.
Sure there is need of social intercourse, Benevolence, and peace, and mutual aid, Between the nations, in a world that seems To toll the death-bell of its own disease, And by the voice of all its elements To preach the gen'ral doom.* When were the
winds Let slip with such a warrant to destroy ? When did the waves so haughtily o'erleap Their ancient barriers, deluging the dry? Fires from beneath, and meteorst from abova, Portentous, unexampled, unexplain'd Have kindled beacons in the skies; and th' old And crazy Earth has had her shaking fits
* Alluding to the calamities in Jamaica + Augus', 13, 1781.
* More frequent, and foregene lier usual resi.
Alas for Sicily! rude fragments now
# Alluding to the fog that covered both Europe and Asia during the whole summer o‘ 1783.