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And beg'd he'd tell 'em, if he knew,
“ Sirs, cries the umpire, cease your pother-
got “ And can produce it." “ Pray, Sir, do:
I'll lay my life, the thing is blue.” “ And I'll be sworn, that when you've seen “ The reptile, you'll pronounce him green.'
“ Well then, at once to ease the doubt,
Replies the man, I'll turn him out: ss And when before your eyes I've set him, “ If you don't find him black, I'll eat him.”
He said ; then full before their fight Produc'd the beast, and lo! 'twas white, Both star'd, the man look'd wond'rous wise --
My children,” the Camelion cries, (Then first the creature found a tongue) “ You all are right, and all are wrong: “ When next you talk of what you view, • Think others see, as well as you : “ Nor wonder, if you find that none “ Prefers your eye-light to his own.”
IMMORTALITY: or, the Confolation of
HUMAN Life. A MONOD Y.
By THOMAS DENTON, M. A.
Animi natura videtur
1. HEN black-brow'd Night her duiky mantle spread,
And wrapt in solemn gloom the fable sky; When soothing Sleep her opiate dews had Thed,
And feal'd in filken slumbers ev'ry eye: My wakeful thoughts admit no balmy rest,
Nor the sweet bliss of soft oblivion share;
My heart the subject of corroding care :
Untun'd the music of my tranquil mind;
From luft's foul spring my grief disdains to flow,
No figlıs of envy from my bosom break, But soft compaffion melts my soul to woe,
And social tears fast trickle down my cheek; Ah me! when nature gives one general groan, Each heart muft beat with woe, each voice responfive moan.
III. Where'er I cast
moift'ned eyes around, Or stretch my prospect o'er the distant land, There foul Corruption's tainted steps are found,
And Death grim-visag'd waves his iron hand. Tho' now soft Pleasure gild the smiling scene,
And sportive Foy call forth her feftive train, Sinking in night each vital form is seen,
Like air-blown bubbles on the wat’ry plain ;
That ope your fragrant boloms to the day,
And steep'd in dew your filken leaves display: In Nature's richest robes tho thus bedight,
Tho' her foft pencil trace your various dye, Tho' lures
rofeate hue the charmed fight, Tho' odours sweet your neet'rous breath supply, leaves Time's .cank’rous tooth shall
prey, | Your dulcet dews exhale, your beauteous bloom decay. a Vid. VIRG, Æn. lib. 3. ver. 210. & feq.
Soon on your
The grazing herds defy the ratt’ling shower;
The clam'rous rook builds high his airy bower; Stript by hoar Winter's rough inclement rage,
In mournful heaps your leafy honours lie,
hard ribs shall feel the force of age,
That careless fing, nor fear the frowns of fate,
Ill suit these mirthful strains your transient state.
Salute the blushes of the rising day,
To the lone covert of the nightly spray:
Of melting mufic teach my grief to flow,
Our fates are equal, equal be our woe.
Come, Melancholy, spread thy raven wing,
And in thy ebon-car, by Fancy led,
The murky manfions of the mould'ring dead,
Secure we slept in senseless matter's arms,
Our quiet fancy felt no dream's alarms. Soon as to life our animated clay
Awakes, and conscious being opes our eyes, Care's fretful family at once dismay,
With ghastly air a thousand phantoms rise,
And thirst of bliss inflames the fev'rous mind,
And in the dregs the cordial hope to find.
And plac'd on earth, with happiness in view,
And with vain toil the fancied form pursue,