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ARGUMENT of the Sixth Book.

Bells at a distance - Their effect.-A fine noon in

winter.A feltered walk.---Meditation better than books. Our familiarity with the course of nature makes it appear less wonderful than it is. The transformation that spring effects in a hrubbery described.--A mistake concerning the course of nature corrected.-God maintains it by an unremit. ted aft.-The amusements fashionable at this hour of the dry reproved.-Animais happy, a delightful Jaght.- Origin of cruelty to animals.That it is a great crime proved from scripture. That proof illustrated by a tale.- A line drawn between the lawful and unlawful defruction of them. Their good and useful properties infifted on.-Apologies for the encomiums bestowed by the author on animals.-- Instances of man's extravagant praise of man.-The groans of the creation hall have an end. A view taken of the restoration of all things.-An invocation and an invitation of him who mall bring it to pass.The retired man vindicated from the charge of uselessness. Concluson.

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THERE is in souls a fympathy with sounds,
And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleas'd
With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave.
Some chord in unison with what we hear
Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies,
How soft the music of those 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 easy force it opens all the cells
Where mem'ry slept. Wherever I have heard
A kindred melody, the scene recurs,


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And with it all its pleasures and its pains.
Such comprehensive views the spirit takes,
That in a few short moments I retrace
(As in a map the voyager his course)
The windings of my way through many years.
Short as in retrospect the journey seems,
It seem'd not always short : the rugged path,
And prospect oft so dreary and forlorn,
Mov'd many a figh at its disheart'ning length.
Yet feeling present evils, while the past
Faintly impress the mind, or not at all.
How readily we wish time spent revok'd,
That we might try the ground again, where once
(Through inexperience as we now perceive)
We miss'd that happiness we might have found !
Some friend is gone, perhaps his son's best friend,
A father, whose authority, in show
When most severe, and must'ring all its force,
Was but the graver countenance of love ;
Whose favour, like the clouds of spring, might

And utter now and then an awful voice,
But had a blessing in its darkest frown,
Threat'ning at once and nourishing the plant.
We lov’d, but not enough, the gentle hand
That rear'd us. At a thoughtless age, allur'd
By ev'ry gilded folly, we renounc'd
His Thelt'ring fide, and wilfully forewent


That converse which we now in vain regret.
How gladly would the man recall to life
The boy's neglected fire ! a mother too,
That softer friend, perhaps more gladly still,
Might he demand them at the gates of death.
Sorrow has, since they went, fubdu'd and tam'd
The playful humour; he could now, endure, i
(Himself grown sober in the vale of tears) :
And feel a parent's presence no restraint.
But not to understand a treasure's worth
'Till time has stoln away the slighted good,',
Is cause of half the poverty we feel,
And makes the world the wilderness it is.:.
The few. that pray at all pray oft amiss,"
And, seeking grace t'improve the prize they hold,
Would urge a wiser suit than asking more. .

The night was winter in his roughest mood,
The.morning sharp and clear. . But now at noon,
Upon the southern side of the slant hills,
And where the woods fence off the northern blast;

The season smiles, resigning all its rage, . 2. And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue :

Without a cloud, and white without a speck
The dazzling fplendour of the scene below. .
Again the harmony comes o'er the vale,
And through the trees I view thembattled tow'r ;
Whence all the music. I again perceive


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