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every thing we compliment with the name of joy, makes but a poor return for what it robs us of in breaking in upon it ; while we quarrel with our bodily sensations that interrupt it; we may form some idea of the full pleasure we shall feel in more elevated thoughts of the same kind, when we are free from the incumbrance.



Twas when bright Cynthia with her silver car,

Soft stealing from Endymion's bed, Had call'd forth ev'ry glitt'ring star, And

up th' ascent of heav'n her brilliant host had led

Night, with all her negro train,
Took possession of the plaim:
In a hearse she rode reclin'd,
Drawn by screech-owls slow and blind :
Close to her, with printless feet,
Crept Stillness in a winding-sheet.

Next to her deaf Silence was seen,
Treading on tip-toes o'er the green;
Softly, lightly, gently she trips,
Still holding her finger seal'd to her lips.

Then came Sleep, serene and bland,
Bearing a death-watch in his hand;
In fluid air around him swims
A tribe grotesque of mimic dreams

You could not see a sight,

You could not hear a sound;
But all confess'd the night,
And horror deepen'd round.

STUDENT, vol. i. p. 353,

The seventeen immediately subsequent lines are omitted. Smart, though possessing true genius, was a very unequal and careless writer; many of his poems exhibiting great beauties and as great defects in close approximation.

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I was the other afternoon upon the ramble with my often-mentioned little party; and as I always wish to set those who would follow me in my observations on the right scent, I hope no body will think me impertinently circum. stantial when I add that Hampstead-heath was the scene of our observations. It cost us some wounds, among the furze bushes, to make our way to a little bog that stands on the declivity of the hill : at the lower verge of this quagmire, I pointed to a puddle of reddish water, the surface of which was in continual motion; and desired the guesses of my company as to the occasion of that circumstance. After some had imagined that it was the effect of fermentation, some of the shaking of the bog under our feet, and some that it was owing to a spring bubbling up there, I desired one of our party to dip in his

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hand, and taking out a quantity of what came first in his way, to give me, by that, an opportunity of explaining the motion to him.

I had loaded our equipage, on this occasion, with a large glass vessel, and a servant was ordered to follow us to the heath with it. The gentleman who had dipped his hand into the water, brought up in it more than a hundred dirty shapeless animals, with much of the appearance of common maggots, but vastly uglier. They were brown, thick, short, and furnished with tails. I ordered these to be laid down upon


grass, and dispatching a servant for some clear water, sat down, and called a council of philosophy to inquire into their nature, origin, and properties.

I had so often already informed my little auditory that none of the winged insects were hatched in their perfect state from the egg, but that they all are first produced in form of worms, maggots, or caterpillars; or, in other words, covered with skins under which they live, move, and eat, and have the appearance of very different animals from their parents; that it did not appear strange to them, when I observed, that these creatures before us were not now in their ultimate state.

I informed them that they were the produce

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the business of the day, might have been interrupted by the remembrance of misfortunes; that he might have tossed about in search of rest, but found none; or (a much more dread. ful thought), that he might have slept for ever; that the sleep of death might, that night, have

given up his soul, but ill prepared for its tri.bunal. He, to whose thoughts such considera

tions recur with their due weight, will not think the mercy

less because it has been often re. peated to him : he will not despise the sun, because it shines upon him every day, but will feel double gratitude rising in his heart, at the sense of the continued, the repeated beneficence; he will pay his thanks for his sleep and for his waking; he will express his gratitude for the ease and pleasure of his sleep, and for his safety in it; he will thank his Creator who bestowed upon him that short respite from the bustle of the world; he will mix awe with his gratitude, when he recollects that he has time to prepare for an hour that might have happened now, and he will prepare for it.

There is sometimes pain and distaste in the making our acknowledgements to men; they strike us with a disagreeable sense of a superiority in another, whom nature formed no more than our equal: but this is not the case when

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