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ARGUMENT of the FIFTH BOOK.
A frosty morning. The foddering of cattle. The
woodman and his dog.-The poultry.—Whimsical effects of frost at a waterfall.—The Empress of Ruffia'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 Bastile, and a prisoner there. -- Liberty the chief recommendation of this country. -— Modern patriotism questionable, and why. I ke perishable nature of the best human infitutions. Spiritual liberty not perishable.—The savish state of man by nature.--Deliver him, Deist, if you Grace must do it. The respective 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
That I myfelf am but a fleeting fhade,
alkance I view the muscular proportioned limb Transform'd to a lean shạnk. The Thapeless pair, As they design'd to mock me, at my side Take step for step ; and as I near approach The cottage, walk along the plaister'd wall, Preposterous fight ! 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 fuperb. The cattle mourn in corners where the fence Screens them, and seem half petrify'd to sleep In unrecumbent fadness. There they wait Their wonted fodder, not like hung’ring man Fretful if unsupply'd, but filent, meek, And patient of the flow-pac'd fwains delay. He from the stack carves out th' accustom'd load, Deep-plunging, and again deep plunging oft His broad keen knife into the solid mass; Smooth as a wall the upright remnant stands, With such undeviating and even force He severs it away; no needless care Left storms should overset the leaning pile Deciduous, or its own unbalanc'd weight.
Forth goes the woodman, leaving unconcern'd