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Bells at a distance.-Their effect.-A fine noon in winter. -A sheltered walk.-Meditation better than books. Our familiarity with the courfe of nature makes it appear lefs wonderful than it is.-The transformation that fpring effects in a fhrubbery described.— A mistake concerning the course of nature corrected.-God maintains it by an unremitted act. The amusements fashionable at this hour of the day reproved.-Animals happy, a delightful fight. — Origin of cruelty to animals. That it is a great crime proved from fcripture. -That proof illuftrated by a tale.-A line drawn between the lawful and unlawful deftruction of them. -Their good and useful properties infifted on.-Apology for the encomiums bestowed by the author on animals.-Inftances of man's extravagant praise of man.— The groans of the creation fhall have an end.-A view taken of the restoration of all things.— An Invocation and an Invitation of him who fhall bring it to pass.The retired man vindicated from the charge of ufeleffness.


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THERE is in fouls a fympathy with founds,
And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleas'd
With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave.
Some chord in unifon with what we hear
Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies.
How foft the mufic of thofe village bells
Falling at intervals upon the ear
In cadence sweet! now dying all away,
Now pealing loud again and louder still,
Clear and fonorous, as the gale comes on.
With eafy force it opens all the cells



Where mem'ry flept. Wherever I have heard
A kindred melody, the scene recurs,
And with it all its pleafures and its pains.
Such comprehenfive views the fpirit takes,
That in a few fhort moments I retrace
(As in a map the voyager his courfe)
The windings of my way through many years.
Short as in retrospect the journey feems,
It seem'd not always fhort; the rugged path,
And profpect oft fo dreary and forlorn,
Mov'd many a figh at its difheart'ning length.
Yet feeling prefent evils, while the past
Faintly imprefs the mind, or not at all,
How readily we wifh time spent revok'd,
That we might try the ground again, where once
(Through inexperience as we now perceive)
We mifs'd that happinefs we might have found!
Some friend is gone, perhaps his fon's best friend,
A father, whose authority, in fhow


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