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Lash after lash, and with thy threatening voice,
Harsh-echoing from the hills, inculcate loud
His vile offence. Sooner shall trembling doves
Escap'd the hawk's sharp talons, in mid air,
Assail their dangerous foe, than he once more
Disturb the peaceful Aocks. In tender age
Thus youth is train’d; as curious artists bend
The taper pliant twig, or potters form
Their soft and ductile clay to various shapes.

Nor is 't enough to breed; but to preserve,
Must be the huntsman's care. The stanch old

hounds, Guides of thy pack, though but in number few, Are yet of great account; shall oft untie The Gordian knot, when reason at a stand Puzzling is lost, and all thy art is vain. O'er clogging fallows, o'er dry plaster'd roads, O'er floated meads, o'er plains with flocks distain’d, Rank-scenting, these must lead the dubious way. As party-chiefs in senates who preside, With pleaded reason and with well-turn'd speech, Conduct the staring multitude ; so these Direct the pack, who with joint cry approve, And loudly boast discoveries not their own.

Unnumber'd accidents, and various ills, Attend thy pack, hang hovering o'er their heads, And point the way that leads to Death's dark cave. Short is their span ; few at the date arrive Of ancient Argus in old Homer's song So highly honour'd: kind, sagacious brute ! Not ev'n Minerva's wisdom could conceal Thy much-lov'd master from thy nicer sense.

VOL. V.

Dying his !ord he own’d, view'd him all o'er
With eager eyes, then clos'd those eyes, well pleas’d.

Of lesser ills the Muse declines to sing,
Nor stoops so low; of these each groom can tell
The proper remedy. But O! what care,
What prudence, can prevent madness, the worst
Of maladies ? Terrific pest! that blasts
The huntsman's hopes, and desolation spreads
Through all th' unpeopled kennel unrestrain'd,
More fatal than thenvenom’d viper's bite;
Or that Apulian spider's poisonous sting,
Heal'd by the pleasing antidote of sounds.

When Sirius reigns, and the Sun's parching beams
Bake the dry gaping surface, visit thou
Each ev'n and morn, with quick observant eye,
Thy panting pack. If, in dark sullen mood,
The glouting hound refuse his wonted meal,
Retiring to some close, obscure retreat,
Gloomy, disconsolate; with speed remove
The poor infectious wretch, and in strong chains
Bind him suspected. Thus that dire disease
Which art can't cure, wise caution may prevent.

But, this neglected, soon expect a change,
A dismal change, confusion, frenzy, death.
Or in some dark recess the senseless brute
Sits sadly pining; deep melancholy,
And black despair, upon his clouded brow
Hang lowering ; from his lialf opening jaws
The clammy venom, and infectious froth,
Distilling fall; and from his lungs inflam'd,
Malignant vapours taint the ambient air,
Rreathing perdition : his dim eyes are glaz’d,

He droops his pensive head, his trembling limbs No more support his weight ; abject he lies, Durnb, spiritless, benumb’d; till Death at last Gracious attends, and kindly brings relief.

Or, if outrageous grown, behold, alas ! A yet more dreadful scene ; his glaring eyes Redden with fury, like some angry boar Churning he foams; and on his back erect His pointed bristles rise; his tail incury'd He drops, and with harsh broken howlings rends The poison-tainted air ; with rough hvarse voice Incessant bays, and snuff's the infectious brecze; This way and that he stares aghast, and starts At his own shade : jealous, as if he deem'd The world his foes. If haply towards the stream He cast his roving eye, cold horrour chills His soul ; averse he flies, trembling, appall’d. Now frantic to the kennel's utmost verge Raving he runs, and deals destruction round. The pack Aly diverse ; for whate'er he meets Vengeful he bites, and every bite is death.

If now perchance through the weak fence escap'd Far up the wind he roves, with open mouth Inhales the cooling breeze; nor man, nor beast, He spares implacable. The hunter-horse, Once kind associate of his sylvan toils, (Who haply now without the kennel's mound Crops the rank mead, and listening hears with joy The cheering cry, that morn and eve salutes His raptur'd sense,) a wretched victim falls. Unliappy quadruped ! no more, alas ! Shali thy fond master with his voice applaud

Thy gentleness, thy speed; or with his hand
Stroke thy soft dappled sides, as he each day
Visits thy stall, well pleas'd; no more shalt thou
With sprightly neighings, to the winding horn,
And the loud opening pack in concert join'd,
Glad his proud heart. For oh! the secret wound
Rankling inflames, he bites the ground, and dies !
Hence to the village with pernicious haste
Baleful he bends his course : the village flies
Alarm’d; the tender mother in her arms
Hugs close the trembling babe; the doors are barr'd,
And flying curs, by native instinct taught,
Shun the contagious bane; the rustic bands
Hurry to arms, the rude militia seize
Whate'er at hand they find; clubs, forks, or guns,
From every quarter charge the furious foe,
In wild disorder, and uncouth array:
Till, now with wounds on wounds oppress’d and

gor’d,
At one short poisonous gasp he breathes his last

Hence to the kennel, Muse, return, and view With heavy heart that hospital of woe; Where Horrour stalks at large! insatiate Death Sits growling o'er his prey: each hour presents A different scene of ruin and distress. How busy art thou, Fate! and how severe Thy pointed wrath! the dying and the dead Promiscuous lie; o'er these the living fight In one eternal broil ; not conscious why Nor yet with whom. So drunkards, in their cups, Spare not their friends, while senseless squabble

· reigns.

Huntsman ! it much behoves thee to avoid The perilous debate! Ah! rouse up all Thy vigilance, and tread the treacherous ground With careful step. Thy fires unquench'd preserve, As erst the vestal flames ; the pointed steel In the hot embers hide; and if surpriz'd Thou feelst the deadly bite, quick urge it home Into the recent sore, and cauterize The wound; spare not thy flesh, nor dread th' event: Vulcan shall save when Æsculapius fails.

Here should the knowing Muse recount the means
To stop this growing plague. And, here, alas !
Each hand presents a sovereign cure, and boasts
Infallibility, but boasts in vain.
On this depend, each to his separate seat
Confine, in fetters bound; give each his mess
Apart, his range in open air ; and then
If deadly symptoms to thy grief appear,
Devote the wretch, and let him greatly fall,
A generous victim for the public weal.

Sing, philosophic Muse, the dire effects
Of this contagious bite on hapless man.
The rustic swains, by long tradition taught
Of leeches old, as soon as they perceive
The bite impress'd, to the sea-coasts repair.
Plung'd in the briny Alood, th’ unhappy youth
Now journeys home secure; but soon shall wish
The seas as yet had cover'd him beneath
The foaming surge, full many a fathom deep.
A fate more dismal, and superior ills
Hang o'er his head devoted. When the Moon,
Closing her monthly round, returns again

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