Or with the high-raised horn's melodious clang
All Kilvvick* and all Dingle-derry* rang.

Sheep grazed the field) some with soft bosom
The herb as soft, while nibbling strayed the rest;
Nor noise was heard but of the hasty brook,
Struggling, detained in many a petty nook.
All seemed so peaceful, that from them conveyed
To rue, their peace by kind contagion spread.

But when the huntsman, with distended cheek, 'Gan make~ his instrument of music speak, And from within the wood that crash was heard, Though not a hound from whom it burst appeared, The sheep recumbent, and the sheep'that grazed;, All huddling into phalanx, stood and gazed, Admiring, terrified, the novel strain, Then coursed the field around, and coursed it.round But, recollecting with a sudden thought, [again; . The flight ia circles urged advanced them nought, They gathered close around the old pit's brink, And thought again—but knew not what to think.

The man to solitude accustomed long, Perceives in every thing that lives a tongue; Not animals alone, but shrubs and trees, Have speech for him, and understood with ease; After long drought, when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all: Knows what the freshness of their hue implies,

How glad they catch the largess of the skies;

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• Two woods belonging to Jehn Throckmorton, Es^

But, with precision nicer still, the mind •

He scans of every locomotive kind;

Birds of all feather, beasts of every name, . ..

That serve mankind, or shun them, wild or tame;

The looks and gestures of their griefs and fears

Have all articulation in his ears;

He spells them true by intuition's light,

And needs no glossary to set him right.
This truth premised was needful as a text.

To win due credence to what follows next.
Awhile they mused; surveying every face,

Thou hadst supposed them of superior race;

Their periwigs of wool, and fears combined,

Stamped on each countenance sucb marks of mind,

That sage they seemed, as lawyers o'er a doubt.
Which, puzzling long, at last they puzzle out;
Or academic tutors, teaching youths,
Sure ne'er to want them, ma thematic truths;
When thus a mutton, statelier than the rest,
A raai, the ewes and wethers sad, addressed.

Friends! we have lived too long. I never heard
Sounds such as these, so worthy to be feared.
Could I believe that winds for ages pent
In earth's dark womb have found at last a vent,
And from their prison-house below arise,
With all these hideous howlings to the skies,
I could be much composed, nor should appear
For sucb a cause to feel the slightest fear.
Yourselves bare seen, what time the thunders rolled
All night, we resting quiet in the fold;

'Or heard we that tremendous bray alone,
I could expound the melancholy tone;
Should deem it by our old companion made.
The ass; for he, we know, has lately strayed,,
And being lost perhaps, and wandering wide.
Might be supposed to clamour for a guide.
But ah! those dreadful yells what soul can hear,
That owns a carcase, and not quake for fear?
Daemons produce them, doubtless, brazen-clawed
And fanged with brass the daemons are abroad;
I hold it therefore wisest and most fit,
That, life to save, we leap into the pit.

Him answered then his loving mate and true, But more discreet than he, a Cambrian ewe.

How? leap into the pit our life to save? . To save our life leap all into the grave? For can we find it less? "Contemplate first The depth how awful! falling there, we burst: Or should the brambles, interposed, our fall Jn part abate, that happiness were small; For with a race like theirs no chance I see Of peace or ease to creatures cladas-we. Meantime, noise kills not.' Be it Dapple's bray, Or be it not, or be it whose it may, And rush those other sounds, that seem by tongues Of daemons uttered, from whatever lungs, Sounds are but sounds, asd till the cause appear We have at least commodious standing here. Come fiend, come fury, giant, monster, bfast From earth or hel]^. we can. but plunge. at last.

While thus she spake, I fainter heard the, . .For Reynard, close attended at his heels .By panting dog, tired man, and spattered horse, Thro' mere good fortune, took a different course. :Theilock grew calm again, and I, the road Following, that led me to my own abode, Much wondered that the silly sheep had found -. • Such cause of terrorin an empty sound L

So sweet to huntsman, gentleman, aod hound.. J


Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day,
Live till to-morrow, will have passed away.

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When the British' warrior queen,
Bleeding from the Roman rods.
Sought, with an indignant mien,
1'"'" Counsel of her country's gods.,


Sage beneath the spreading oak

Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Every burning word he spoke . UKjl^jij.ti

Full-of rage, and full of grief. <h}^f!c'

111 Princess I if our aged eyes

Weep upon thy matchless wrongs^ 'Tis because resentment ties

All the terrors of our tongues.

Rome shall perish—write that word

In the blood that she has spilt;
Perish, hopeless and abhorred,

Deep in ruin as in guilt.


Rome, for empire far renowned.

Tramples on a thousand states;
Soon her pride shall kiss the ground— .

Hark! the Gaul is at her gates!


Other Romans shall arise,

Heedless of a soldier's name; Sounds, not arms shall win the prize.

Harmony the path to fame.

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