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And slumbering oscitancy mars the Brood?
All are not such. I had a brother once—
* Ben'et Coll. Cambridge.
And give the world their talents and themselves,
See then the quiver broken and decayed,
And waved his rod divine, a race obscene,
f HE GARDEN.
Self-recollection and reproof.—Address to domestic happiness.—Some account of myself.—The vanity of many of their pursuits who are reputed wise.— Justification of my censures.—Divine illumination necessary to the most expert philosopher.—The question, What is tf uth? answered by other questions.—Domestic happiness addressed again.—Few lo^trs of the country.—My tame hare.—Occupations of a retired gentleman in his garden.—Pruning.—Framing.—Greenhouse.—Sowing of flowerseeds.—TJie country preferable to the town even
. in the wiror.-Reasons why it is deserted at that season.'—KuinouTeffeCts of gaming and of expensive improvement.—Book concludes with an apostrophe to the metropolis.
As one, who long in thickets and in brakes
And sore discomfited, from slough to slough
Plunging and half despairing of escape;
If chance at length he find a greensward smooth
And faithful to the foot, his spirits rise,
He chirrups brisk his ear-erecting steed,
And winds his way with pleasure and with ease;
So I, designing other themes, and called
To adorn the Sofa with eulogium due,
To tell its slumbers, and to paint its dreams,
Have rambled wide. In country, city, seat
Of academic fame (however deserved),
Long held, and scarcely disengaged at last.
But now with pleasant pace a cleanlier road
I mean to tread. I feel myBelf at large,
Courageous and refreshed for future toil,
If toil await me, or if dangers new.
Since pulpits fail, and sounding boards reflect Most part and empty ineffectual sound, What chance that I to fame so little known, Nor conversant with men or manners much, Should speak to purpose, or with better hope Crack the satiric thong? "Twere wiser far For me, enamoured of sequestered scenes, And charmed with rural beauty, to repose, Where chance may throw me, beneath elm or vine, My languid limbs, when summer sears the plains; Or, when rough winter rages, on the soft