To seel, and courage to redress her wrongs;

To monarchs dignity; to judges fense;

To artists ingenuity and skill .,

To me an unambitious mind, content

In the low vale of life, that early felt

A wish for ease and leisure, and ere long

Found here that leisure and that ease I wish'd. THE

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A frosty morning.'thefoddering of cattle.The woodman and bis dog.The poultry.Whimsical effetJs of frost at a waterfall.the Empress of Russia's palace of ice.Amusements of monarchs.War, one of them. —Wars, whence—And whence monarchy.The evils of it.English and French loyalty contrasted.The Bastille, anda prisonerthere.Liberty the chief recommendation of this country.Modern patriotism questionable, and why.The perishable nature of the best human institutions.—Spiritual liberty not perishable.—The slavish state of man by nature.Deliver him, Deist, if you can.Grace must do it.The refpecJive merits of patriots and martyrs stated.Their different treatment.Happy freedom of the man whom grace makes free.His relish of the works of God*Address to the Creator.





'Tis morning; and the fun, with ruddy orb
Ascending, fires th' horizon; while the clouds,
That crowd away before the driving wind,
More ardent as the disk emerges more,
Resemble most some city in a blaze,
Seen through the leafless wood. His slanting ray
Slides ineffectual down the snowy vale,
And, tinging all with his own rosy hue,
From ev'ry herb and ev'ry (piry blade
Stretches a length of shadow o'er the field.
Mine, spindling into longitude immense,

In spite of gravity, and sage remark
That I myself am but a fleeting shade,
Provokes me to a smile. With eye askance
I view the muscular proportions limb
Transforms to a lean shank. The shapeless pair,
As they design'd to mock me, at my fide
Take step fer step; and, as I near approach
The cottage, walk along the plaster'd wall,
Prepost'rous sight! the legs without the man.
The verdure of the plain lies buried deep
Beneath the dazzling deluge; and the bents,
And coarser grass, upspearing o'er the rest,
Of late unsightly and unseen, now shine
Conspicuous, and, in bright apparel clad
And fledg'd with icy feathers, nod superb.
The cattle mourn in corners where the fence
Screens them, and seem half petrified to sleep
In unrecumbent sadness. There they wait
Their wonted fodder; not like hung'ring man.
Fretful if unsuppliedi but silent, meek,

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