That leads he knows not where. Here empty space Gapes horrible, and threatens to absorb All being: yonder footy demons glare, And dolorous spectres grin; the shapeless rout Of wild imagination dance and play Before his eyes obfcure; till all in death Shall vanish, and the prifoner, now enlarg❜d, Regains the flaming borders of the sky. He ended. Peals of thunder rend the heavens, XXXX CHIRON to ACHILLES. O A POE M. By HILDEBRAND JACOB, Efq; Res eft fevera voluptas. LD CHIRON to his pupil thus began, When he beheld him rip'ning into man. "Accomplish'd youth! well worthy of my pains, "You now are free, and guide yourself the reins: “ Yet hear, Achilles, hear, before we part, A few fhort precepts from a faithful heart. "What though the gods a Neftor's age deny! "Let management a longer life fupply, "And learn, at least, to live, before you die. "A little tract, well till'd, more profit yields "Than realms of wild, uncultivated fields, } 66 'Tis « 'Tis not from length of years our pleasures flow, "Nor to the gods alone our bliss we owe. "Our happiness, and pain depend on us : "And art our meanest pleasures may improve: "Much to ourselves is due, though much to Jove. "Think not, young prince, your elevated state, "Birth, honours, or the empty name of great, "Can fix your joys; they're ill fecur'd, unless "You know yourself to form your happiness, "Which in the fhepherd's humble hut is found, "While palaces with discord ftill resound. "Fortune to industry is ever kind, "And, though by the blind vulgar painted blind, 66 "Yet few with art their happiness pursue, Though all mankind have happiness in view, "And every sense seems made by nature's skill "For giving pleasure and avoiding ill. "Nature "Nature our common mother has been kind, "And for a race of joy her fons defign'd, "Who long to reach the goal, yet lazy, lag behind,. 66 Or wholly blind, or doubtful how t' advance, "They leave the work of industry to chance. "And of thofe few who with more active strife Purfue this great, important end of life, "Some, too impatient, know not how to wait; "Or aim at things beyond their human state: "These laft through too much delicacy fall, "And by refining rob themselves of all, Shun then, Achilles, fhun the faults of fuch, "Who still propose too little, or too much. "Stretch not your hopes too far, nor yet despair, 66 But above all, of indolence beware. "Attend to what you do, or life will seem "But a mere vision, or fantastic dream, "Pafs'd in ideas of delight, at beft: "While real pleasure's loft in doubtful rest, "In short, learn when, and how to bear; in vain "He pleasure feeks, who is afraid of pain; "Pleasure's a serious thing, and cheaply bought "By labour, patience, management, and thought: "But "But you, afpiring youth, by nature feem "Addicted to an oppofite extreme; Impetuous, and restless, soon inflam'd, "And, like a generous courfer, hardly tam'd; 66 As Thracian winds the Euxine fea moleft, "So wrath, and envy, from an human breast "Drive Halcyon peace, and banish kindly rest. "And no fecurity for joy is found, "But in a mind that's tractable and found. 66 Supprefs the first emotions of your ire, "And fmother in its birth the kindling fire. "Ere anger yet poffeffes all your foul, "Ere yet your bofom heaves, and eyeballs roll, "Think on the useful precepts, I have taught, "And meet the rifing heat with wholfome thought. "Or feek the facred Mufes with your lyre, Who with sweet peace to lonely shades retire; Gods, and the fons of gods, the heroes, fing, "While hills and vallies with their praises ring; "These |