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Whose fragrance finell to heaven [1]
We'll ask no long protracted treat,
(Since winter's life is feldom fweet ;)
But when our feaft is o'er,

Grateful from table we'll arife,

Nor grudge our fons with envious eyes,
The relics of our store.

Thus hand in hand through life we'll go
Its chècquer'd paths of joy and woe
With cautious fteps we'll tread;
Quit its vain scenes without a tear,
Without a trouble or a fear,

And mingle with the dead. [2]

While confcience, like a faithful friend,
Shall through the gloomy vale attend,
And cheer our dying breath;

Shall, when all other comforts cease,
Like a kind angel whifper peace,

And fmooth the bed of death. [3]

CHAPTER CXVIII.

ORDER OF NATURE AND SUBMISSION TO PROVIDENCE,

AR as creation's ample range extends,

afcends;

Mark how it mounts, to Man's imperial race,
From the green myriads in the peopled grafs :
What modes of fight betwixt each wide extreme,
The mole's dim curtain and the lynx's beam :
Of smell, the headlong lioness between,
And hound fagacious on the tainted green;
Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood,
To that which warbles through the vernal wood.
The fpider's touch, how exquifitely fine!
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line:
In the nice bee, what fenfe fo fubtly true,
From poif nous herbs extracts the healing dew;
How instinct varies in the groveling swine,

[1] In reading this line, if you cast a respectful look above, it will give great beauty to it."

[2] In a solemn manner.

[3] The whole of the last verse to be read in a very serious, solemn

manner.

Compar'd, half-reaf'ning elephant, with thine!
"Twixt that and reafon, what a nice barrier?
For ever fep'rate, yet for ever near !
Remembrance and reflection how ally'd;
What thin partitions fenfe from thought divide!
And middle natures, how they long to join,
Yet never pafs th' infuperable line!
Without this just gradation, could they be
Subjected, thefe to thofe, or all to thee?
The powers of all fubdu'd by thee alone,
Is not thy reafon all these powers in one?
See, through this air, this ocean, and this earth,
All matter quick, and bursting into birth.
Above, how high, progreffive life may go
Around, how wide! how deep extend below!
Vaft chain of being which from God began,
Nature's æthereal, human, angel, man,
Beast, bird, filh, infect, what no eye can fee,
No glafs can reach; from infinite to thee;
From thee to nothing--On fuperior pow'rs
Were we to prefs, inferior might on ours:
Or in the full creation leave a void,

Where, one step broken, the great fcale's deftroy'd:
From nature's chain whatever link you strike,
Tenth, or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike.
And if each fyftem in gradation roll,
Alike effential to th' amazing whole,
The least confusion but in ope, not all
That fyftem only, but the whole, must fall.
Let earth unbalanc'd from her orbit fly,
Planets and funs run lawless through the sky;
Let ruling agels from their fpheres be hurl'd,
Being on being wreck'd, and world on world;
Heaven's whole foundations to their centre nod,
And nature tremble, to the throne of God!
All this dread Order break for whom? for thee?
Vite worm!--oh madness! pride! impiety!
What if the foot, ordain'd the dust to tread,

Or hand to toil, afpir'd to be the head?
What if the head, the eye, or ear, repin'd,
To ferve mere engines to the ruling mind ?
Juft as abfurd for any part to claim

To be another, in this gen'ral frame :
Juft as abfurd to mourn the tasks or pains,
The great directing Mind of all ordains.
All are but parts of one ftupendous whole,
Whose body nature i, and God the foul!
That chang'd through all, and yet in all the fame;
Great in the earth, as in th' ætherial frame,
Warms in the fun, refreshes in the breeze,
Glows in the stars, and bloffoms in the trees,
Lives through all life, extends through all extent,
Spreads undivided, operates unfpent;
Breathes in our foul, informs our mortal part,
As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart;
As full, as perfect, in vile Man.that mourns
As the rapt Seraph that adores and burns:
To him no high, no low, no great, no fmall ;
He fills, and bounds, connects, and equals all.
Cease then, nor Order imperfection name;
Our proper blifs depends on what we blame.
Know thy own point; this kind, this due degree
› Of blindness, weakness, heav'n beflows on thee.
Submit-in this, or any other sphere,
Secure to be as b'eff'd as thou canst bear:
Safe in the hand of one difpofing pow'r,
Or in the natal, or the mortal hour.
All nature is but art, unknown to thee;
All chance direction, which thou can'st not fee;
All difcord, harmony not understod;

All partial evil, univerfal godd:

And fpite of pride, in erring reafon's fpite,
One truth is clear, whatever is, is right.

*

CHAPTER CXIX.

OUR SAVIOUR'S PASSION.

The full, low, and manly tone of voice is so absolutely necessary in those who wish to excel in reading, that the follo ing poem is given to the scholar, in which he may practise it to the greatest advantage and effect.

Let there be a dignified solemnity in your voice, and let your look correspond with the gravity of the scene.

B

EHOLD the aftonifh'd fun starts back,

No light his blacken'd beams difplay.;
Darkness her fable wing expands,

And gloomy night invades the day;
But yet though night maintains her reign,
No planets fail along the skies,

No moon, the lovely queen of night,
No glorious conftellation rife ;

[1] One dark, black difmal gloom of clouds
Broods o'er the earth from pole to pole;
One face of horror fpreads around,
And veils the univerfal whole.
See how the rending clouds divide;
How forky lightnings glaring fly!
Hark! how the awful thunders roar,
And grumble through the angry sky. [2]
The frighted rocks are burst in twain;
The everlafting mountains shake;
The yarning earth her womb diftends,
And from their graves the dead awake.
Ten thoufand furious wirlwinds rage;
Along the trembling ground they fweep;
And fwell from its immenfe abyss
The furges of the bellowing deep. [3]
Thou deep! why dost thou lath the fhore ?
Ye furious winds! why do ye roar?
Why do the dead awake?

Ye hills! why do you shake?
Why do the rocks divide?
Why burft with opening wide?
Why do the thunders shake the pole ?
Why do the volum'd lightnings roll?
Why art thou hid, thou fun, on high?
Thou moon and stars, that fill the sky,
Why is your pleasing light

Involv'd in gloom and night? [4]
[5] See yonder! where the Lord of life,
The great MESSIAH'S uf'd with fcorn!
See how the trickling blood defcends !
They crown his facred head with thorn!

[1] Very solemn, and your voice low and full.

[2] Mark with emphasis such words that keep up the awf grandeur of the scene.

[3] Emphasise the words marked as before recommended. [4] Read the several questions with as much variety as possible, yet still preserve the solemn grandeur which breathes thro' the whole. [5] Now look up with awe and dread.

See with contempt they drag along
My KING, my SAVIOUR, and my GOD!
O fight! inhutzan fight of woe!
His flesh is furrow'd with the rod !
And now! Oh! horror bearing fcene!
With nails they pierce his feet and hands,
And innocence upon the cross,
The executioner extends!

Mark how his tender body writhes,
To heaven he lifts his falling eyes;
Th Incarnate bows his blameless head,
And for his very murd rers, dies.
For this, the dead awake,
For this, the mountains shake;
For this, the cheerful light
Far veil'd in gloom of night;
For this, the rocks divide,
For this, the wind and tide
Refound against the shore;
For this, the thunders roar;
For th, the lightnings flame,

For this, convulfions tear the univerfal frame. [1]

CHAPTER CXX.

Should the scholar be addicted to the abominable practice of dragging out his words in a beavy, drawling manner, let him frequent'y peruse the following extract from "GRONGAR HILL." It is happily calculated to cure him of that defect, even though he were iuclined to the contrary, should he read it in that easy, flippant method so essential to the spirit of it, and so adapted to the sbert tripping measure of the verse, Few ears are so inharmonious but must perceive the necessity of adapting a light flippancy of utterance in the perusal. Begin it in a slow, deliberate manner. GRONGAR HILL.

A

LITTLE rule, a little fway,
A fun beam in a winter's day,

Is all the proud, the mighty have
Between the cradle and the grave.

And see the rivers how they run
Through woods and meads, in fhade and fun
Sometimes fwift, fometimes flow,
Wave fucceeding wave they go,
A various journey to the deep,
Like human life to endless fleep!

[1] Read the last line with great deliberation and energy▪

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