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That lean hard-handed poverty inflicts,
The hope of better things, the chance to win,
Of fluttering, loitering, cringing, begging, loose
Oh thou, refort and mart of all the earth, Chequered with all complexions of mankind, And spotted with all crimes; in whom I fee Much that I love, and more that I admire, And all that I abhor; thou freckled fair, That pleafeft and yet fhockeft me, I can laugh And I can weep, can hope, and can despond, Feel wrath and pity, when I think on thee! Ten righteous would have saved a city once, And thou hast many righteous.-Well for theeThat falt preferves thee; more corrupted elfe, And therefore more obnoxious, at this hour Than Sodom in her day had power to be,
For whom God heard his Abraham plead in vain.
ARGUMENT OF THE FOURTH BOOK.
The post comes in.-The newspaper is read-The world contemplated at a distance.-Address to Winter. The rural amusements of a winter evening compared with the fashionable ones. -Address to evening.-A brown study-Fall of snow in the evening. The waggone.—A poor family piece.— The rural thief—Public houses.-The multitude of them censured.-The farmer's daughter: what she was what she is.-The simplicity of country manners almost lost.-Causes of the change.-Desertion of the country by the rich.-Neglect of magistrates. The militia principally in fault.—The new recruit and his transformation-Reflection on bodies corporate. The love of rural objects natural to all, and never to be totally extinguished.
THE WINTER EVENING.
HARK! 'tis the twanging horn o'er yonder bridge,
He comes, the herald of a noisy world,
With fpattered boots, ftrapped waist, and frozen locks;
And, having dropped the expected bag, pass on.
Cold and yet cheerful:
Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to fome;
Births, deaths, and marriages, epifties wet
Or charged with amorous fighs of absent swains,
His horfe and him, unconfcious of them all.
nore to the murmurs of the Atlantic wave?
The logic and the wildom, and the wit,
Now ftir the fire, and close the thutters faft, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud hiffing urn