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And makes what happiness we justly call
Subfists not in the good of one, but all.
There's not a blesting individuals find,
But fome way leans and hearkens to the kind.
Each has his share; and who would more obtain,
Shall find, the pleasure pays not half the pain.

He observes that as it is necessary for order, and the peace and welfare of fociety, that external goods should be unequal, happiness is not made to confist in these: for not: withstanding that in inequality, the balance of happineß among mankind is kept even by Providence, by the two pastions of hope and fear.

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He tells us what the happiness of individuals is, as far as is confistent with the constitution of this world ;

and here it appears that the good man has evidently the

Know, all the good that individuals find,
Or God and nature meant to mere mankind ;
Reason’s whole pleasure, all the joys of fenfe,
Lie in three words, health, peace, and competence.
But health confifts with temperance alone,
And peace, oh virtue ! peace is all thy own.
The good or bad the gifts of fortune gain,
But these less taste them, as they worse obtain.

After this he points out the error of imputing to virtue what are only the calamities of nature, or of fortune, and also the folly of expećting that God should alter his general laws in favour of particulars. He proves that we are unable to judge who are good, but concludes that whoever they are they must be happy. He observes that

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external goods are so far from being the proper rewards of virtue, that they are very often inconfistent with, and destrućtive to it.

What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy,
The foul's calm fun-fhine, and the heart-felt joy,
Is virtue's prize : a better would you fix ? ,
Then give humility a coach and fix,
Justice a conqueror's sword, or truth a gown,
Or public spirit, its great care, a crown. .
Weak, foolish man ! will Heav'n reward us there
With the fame trash mad mortals wish for here ?
The boy and man an individual makes,
Yet figh'st thou now for apples and for cakes ?

- Go, like the Indian, in another life

Expect thy dog, thy bottle and thy wife;
As well as dream fuch are affign'd,
As toys and empires, for a god-like mind.
Rewards, that either would to virtue bring
No joy, or be destrućtive of the thing :
How oft by these at fixty are undone
The virtues of a faint at twenty-one ! .

To prove that these can make no man happy without virtue, he has confidered the effećt of riches, honours, nobility, greatness, fame, fuperior talents, Sc. and given pictures of human infelicity in men poffess'd of them all; whence he concludes, that virtue only constitutes happinefs, whose object is universal, and whose prospećt eternal; and that the perfection of virtue and happiness confists in a due conformity to the order of providence

here, and a refignation to it here and hereafter.

We have dwelt long enough, perhaps too long, on this poem; but it was necestary to give the whole scope and defign of the poet ; that the reader might fee what art was required to make a subjećt fo diy and metaphysical, instructive and pleasing : and that it is fo will appear by the extra&ts we have taken, which we hope will induce our readers to perufe attentively the poem itself. From the

nature of his plan, the reader will fee that the poet was .

deprived of many embellishments which other subjects will admit of, and tied down as it were to a chain of - - I

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argument, which would allow of no digressions, studied fimiles and descriptions, or allusions to ancient fables; the want of which he has supplied, however, with feafonable remarks, and moral reflećtions ; all of them just, and many of them truly sublime.

A wit’s a feather, and a chief a rod ;
An honest man’s the noblest work of God. .
Honour and shame from no condition rife;
Aćt well your part, there all the honour lies.

The learned editor of the author’s works informs us that this poem is only a part of what the poet intended on the subject, and that the whole would have made four books, of which this was to have been the first; but the author's bad state of health, and fome other confiderations induced him to lay the plan afide: a remnant, however, of what he intended as a subsequent part of this was published under the title of Moral Epistles, which are in number four. The first treats of the knowledge and charać7ers of men ; the fecond, of the charaĉiers of women ; and the two last, of the use of riches ; and from the masterly manner in which these are executed the world has great reason to lament the loss of the rest.

We come now to speak of those preceptive poems that concern our philosophical speculations; and these, thợ the subjećt is fo pregnant with matter, affords fuch a field for fancy, and is fo capable of every decoration, are but few. Lucretius is the most confiderable among the ancients who has written in this manner; and among the moderns I know of none but small detached pieces, except the poem called Anti-Lucretius, which, has not yet re; ceived an Engli/%, dress, and Dr. Akenside's Pleasurii of the Imagination ; both which are worthy of our admiration. Some of the small pieces are also well executed; and there is one entitled the Universe, written by Mr. Baker, from which I shall borrow an example. . .

The author's scheme is in fome measure coincident with Mr. Pope's, fo far especially as it tends to estrain the pride of man, with which design it was profesiedl written. It may be objected, perhaps, that this poem; not preceptive, and therefore not fuitable to our purpose;

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but it is to be confidered, that if it is not preceptive, it
is didaćtic ; if it does not teach by precept, it does by
description ; and therefore we hope to be allowed the li-
berty we are about to take.
The passage we have felećted is that respećting the
planetary system, which is, in our opinion very beau-
tiful. , ’

Unwife ! and thoughtlefi ! impotent ! and blind!
Can wealth, or grandeur, fatisfy the mind ?

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Is there one joy fincere, that will not tire ?
Can love itself endure ? or beauty's charms
Afford that blifs we fancy in its arms ?–
Then, let thy foul, more glorious aims pursue:
Have thy CREAT o R and his works in view :
Be these thy study: hence thy pleasures bring : *,
And drink large draughts of wisdom from its spring:
That spring, whence perfect joy and calm repose,
And blest content, and peace eternal flows. -
Observe how regular the PLANET s run,
In stated times, their courses round the Sun.
Diff'rent their bulk, their distance, their career,
And diff'rent much the compass of their year : . ,
Yet, all the fame eternal laws obey,
While God's unerring finger points the way.
First Me R cu Rx, amidst full tides of light,
Rolls next the fun, through his fmall circle bright.
All that dwell here must be refin’d and pure :
Bodies like ours fuch ardour can’t endure :
Our EART H would blaze beneath fo fierce a ray,
And all its marble mountains melt away.
Fair VEN Us, next, fulfils her larger round,
With fofter beams, and milder glory crown'd,
Friend to mankind, she glitters from afar,
Now the bright ev’ning, now the morning star.
More distant still, our EARTH comes rolling on,
And forms a wider circle round the fun :
With her the Moon, companion ever dear!
Her course attending through the shining year.
.See, MARs, alone, runs his appointed race, . .
And measures out, exaết the destin'd space :
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Nor nearer does he wind, nor farther stray,
Bat sinds the point whence sirst he roll'd away.

More yet remote from day's all-cheering foiirce,
Vast Jupiter performs his constant course:
Four friendly Moons, with borrow'd lustre, rife.
Bestow their Beams, benign, and light his skies.

Farthest and last, scarce warm'd by Pbaius' ray,
Through his vast orbit Saturn wheels away.
How great the change could we be wafted there \
How flow the seasuns! and how long the year!
One Moon, on us, reflects its cheersul light:
There, sive attendants brighten up the night.
Here, the blue sirmament bedeck'd with stars,
There, over-head, a lucid Arch appears,
From hence how large, how strong, the son's bright ball J
But seen from thence, how languid and how small !—
When the keen north with all its sury blows,
Congeals the sloods, and forms the fleecy snows,
*Tis heat intense to what can there be known:
Warmer our poles than is its burning zone.

Who there inhabit must have other pow'rs,
Juices, and veins, and sense, and lise than ours.
One moment's cold, like theirs, would pierce the bone,
Freeze the heart-blood, and turn us all to stone.

Strange and amazing nwst the difference be,
"Twixt this dull Planet and bright Mercury\:
Yet reasun fays, nor can we doubt at all,
Millions of Beings dwell on either ball,
With constitutions sitted for that spot,
Where Providence, all-wife, has six'd their lot.

Wond'rousart thou, O God, in all thy ways!
Their eyes to thee let all thy creatures raife;
Adore thy grandeur, and thy goodness praife.

Ye suns of men! with fatisfaction know, God's own right hand dispenses all below: Nor good nor evil does by chance befall; He reigns supreme, and he directs it all.

At his command, asfrighting human-kind, Comets drag on their blazing lengths behind: Nor, as we think, do they at random rove, But, in determin'd times, through long ellipses move

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