To feel, and courage to redrefs her wrongs;

To monarchs dignity; to judges fense;

To artists ingenuity and skill;

To me an unambitious mind, content

In the low vale of life, that early felt
A wish for ease and leisure, and ere long
Found here that leisure and that ease I wish'd.

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BOOK V.

ARGUMENT OF THE FIFTH BOOK,

A frosty morning.-The foddering of cattle.-The woodman and his dog.-The poultry.-Whimsical effects of froft at a waterfall.-The Empress of Ruffia's palace of ice.-Amufements of monarchs,-War, one of them. -Wars, whence-And whence monarchy.-The evils of it.-English and French loyalty contrasted.—The Baftille, and a prifoner there.-Liberty the chief recommendation of this country.-Modern patriotifm queftionable, and why.-The perifhable nature of the best human inftitutions.-Spiritual liberty not perishable.The flavish state of man by nature.-Deliver him, Deift, if you can.-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.-Addrefs to the Creator.

THE WINTER MORNING WALK.

'Tis morning; and the fun, with ruddy orb Afcending, fires th' horizon; while the clouds, That crowd away before the driving wind,

More ardent as the difk emerges more,

Resemble most some city in a blaze,

Seen through the leaflefs wood. His flanting ray

Slides ineffectual down the fnowy vale,

And, tinging all with his own rofy hue,

From ev'ry herb and ev'ry spiry blade
Stretches a length of fhadow o'er the field.
Mine, spindling into longitude immense,

In fpite of gravity, and fage remark

That I myself am but a fleeting fhade,

Provokes me to a fmile. With eye afkance
I view the mufcular proportion'd limb
Transform'd to a lean fhank. The shapeless pair,
As they defign'd to mock me, at my fide
Take step for step; and, as I near approach
The cottage, walk along the plafter'd wall,
Prepoft'rous fight! the legs without the man.
The verdure of the plain lies buried deep
Beneath the dazzling deluge; and the bents,
And coarfer grafs, upfpearing o'er the rest,
Of late unfightly and unfeen, now fhine
Confpicuous, and, in bright apparel clad
And fledg'd with icy feathers, nod superb.
The cattle mourn in corners where the fence
Screens them, and feem half petrified to sleep
In unrecumbent fadnefs. There they wait
Their wonted fodder; not like hung'ring man,
Fretful if unfupplied; but filent, meek,