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ARGUMENT OF THE FIRST BOOK.
Historical deduction of seats, from the stool to the Sofa.
- A School-boy's ramble.--A walk in the country. -The scene described.--Rural founds as well as fights delightful.- Another walk.-Miftake concerning the charms of folitude corrected.-Colonnades commended.-Alcove, and the view from it, -The wilderness.-The grove.—The thresher. The necesity and the benefits of exercise.—The works of nature superior to, and in some instances inimitable by, art.-The wearisomeness of what is commonly called a life of pleasure.-Change of scene Sometimes expedient.-- A common described, and the character of crazy Kate introduced.-Giphes.The blessings of civilized life. That state most favourable to virtue. — The South Sea isanders compassionated, but chiefly Omai.
His present Atate of mind supposed.—Civilized life friendly to virtue, but not great cities.-Great cities, and London in particular, allowed their due praise, but censured. -Fete champetre.-The book concludes with a reflection on the fatal effe&ts of dilipation and effeminacy upon our public measures.
THE TAS K.
Β Ο Ο Κ Ι.
THE SOF A.
I sing the SOFA. I, who lately sang
Time was, when clothing sumptuous or for use, Save their own painted skins, our fires had none. As yet black breeches were not; fatin smooth,
Or velvet foft, or plush with shaggy pile:
At length a generation more refin'd
And woven close, or needle-work sublime.
Now came thecanefrom India, smooth and bright With Nature's varnish ; sever'd into stripes That interlac'd each other, these supplied Of texture firm a lattice-work, that brac'd The new machine, and it became a chair. But restless was the chair; the back erect Distress’d the weary loins, that felt no ease; The slipp’ry seat betray'd the sliding part That press'd it, and the feet hung dangling down, Anxious in vain to find the distant floor. These for the rich : the rest, whom fate had plac'd In modeft mediocrity, content With base materials, sat on well-tann'd hides, Obdurate and unyielding, glasfy smooth, With here and there a tuft of crimson
yarn, Or scarlet crewel, in the cushion fixt; If cushion might be call’d, what harder seem'd Than the firm oak of which the frame was form'd.