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W'by en decline it ; Suicide's foul birth; Behold th’inexorable hour forgot! Thermas kinds of grief; the faults of age; And to forget it, the chief aim of life; dalDean's dread character—invite mysong.” Tho' well to ponder it, is life's chief end. 421 ore, thimportance of our end survey'd. - counsel quick dismission of our grief;

Little Attention paid to the Warnings of ken kindness! our hearts heal too soon.

Death. **ry bore kind than Hewho struck the blow? Port do bis errand in our hearts,

Is Death, that ever threat'ning, ne'er remote, a la peace, till nobler guelts arrive,

That all-important, and that only sure, tagit back, a true, and endless peace ? (Come when he will) an unexpected guest ? miten se friends: as glaring day

Nay, tho' invited by the loudest calls in elke znumber'd lustres robs our fight;

Of blind imprudence, unexpected still? Detyrats out unnumber'd thoughts

Tho'nuin'rous messengers are sent before taga, and light divine to man.

To warn his great arrival. What the cause, 538 bw bleft, who, fick of gaudy scenes, The wond'rous cause, of this mysterious ill? "*** to thrust between us and ourselves!), All heaven looks down astonish'd at the sight.

choice to take his favourite walk sveta Death's gloomy, filent, cypress smades, § 228. Life compared to a Stream. 73.; Vanity's fantastic ray;

Is it, that Life has sown her joys so thick, di monuments, to weigh his duit,

We can't thrust in a fingle care between? Fallits, ad dwell among the tombs! Is it, that life has such a swarm of cares, s mad with me Narcisa's stone;

The thought of death can't enter for the throng? ****os lo tenderly can touch

Is it, that time steals on with downy feet, ment. What pathos in the date !

Nor wakes indulgence from her golden dream? ask can ftrike, and yet in them we see

To-day is fo like yesterday, it cheats ; 25 of what we here enjoy. We take the lying fifter for the fame. We are bave we to build on length of life? Life glides away, Lorenzo, like a brook; exttons kize when fear is laid alleep; For ever changing, unperceiv'd the change. **: L-irreboded is our strongest guard. In the same brook none ever bath'd him twice:

bom bez tomh, Truth tållies on my soul, To the same life none ever twice awoke.

3 Deluson's dusky train to fight; We call the brook the fame; the same we think c xu ile niks oor fultry palfons raile, arou the real estimate of things,

Our life, though still more rapid in its flow;

Nor mark the much irrevocably laps'd, *n, unatilieted, ever saw; And mingled with the sea. Or shall we say

neval from Virtue's rising charms ; (Retaining still the brook to bear us on) startition in a thousand lies. That life is like a velel on the dream ? Turisz sok on men, as autumn's leaves, In life embark”d, we smoothly down the tide 42di tay ched for, as the summer's duit, Of time descend, but not on time intent; probeer isla ind: lighted by her beams, Amusd, unconscious of the glising wave; Istany borzon, gain new powers, Se times wavike, feel things remote,

Till on a sudden we perceive a thock;

We start, awake, look out; our bark is burst. ; ten mith futurities; think nought Is this the cause death flies all human thought! ze is foreign, as the joys poffeft, so much bis as those beyond the grave. That domineering mistress of the foul !

Or is it judgment by the will struck blind, S.fały keeps its colour in her fight: serély wildom loses all her charms.

Or is it fear turns startied reason back, *: er worldly wisdom, and divine ?

From looking down a precipice so steep?

| 'Tis dreadful; and the dread is wisely plac'd, she waning and the waxing moon. By nature conscious of the make of man. Fifty worldly wisdom every day; A dreadful friend it is, a terror kind,

y day more fair her rival thines., 1: me our term for wisdom is expir’d,

A fiaming sword to guard the tree of life. Teed.fting fool is writ in fire,

By that unaw'd, man on each pique of prides merkon wafts us the skies.

Or gloom of humour, would give rage the rein,

Bound o'er the barrier, rush into the dark, Ezgre prescribes the beft :-a friend's; And mar the schemes of Providence below. freired's grave how soon we disengage, van dearest, as his marble, cold!

§ 229. Suicide. Winds ravith'd froin us! 'tis to bind, WHAT groan was that? There took his gloomy Braft Action's ties, on human hearts,

fiight, sikaplog'd, so rarely fastens there. Blasted from hell, with horrid luft of death. Rein, nor Affection, no, nor both Thy friend, the brave, the gallant Altamont, ddb' inexorable hour at hand! Less base the fear of death, than fear of life.

O Britain ! quet there.

O Britain ! infamous for suicide ;

Indelible, death's image on his heart; An island in thy manners ! far disjoin'd Bleeding for others, trembling for himic From the whole world of rationals beside, We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we ar In ambient waves plunge thy polluted head, The mind turns fool, before the cheek is Wash the dire stain, nor shock the continent. Our quick returning folly cancels all:

But thou be shock'd, while I detect the cause As the tide rushing rafes what is writ Of self-affault, expoíe the monster's birth, In yielding lands, and smooths the letter'd And bid abhorrence hiss it round the world. Blame not thy clime, nor chide the distant fun; Imntoral climes kind nature never made.

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Tears. The cause I fing in Eden might prevail, Lorenzo! halt thou ever weigh'd a fig! And proves it is thy folly, not thy fate. Or itudied the philosophy of tears?

The soul of man (let man in homage bow Hast thou descended deep into the breast Who names his soul) a native of the skies! And seen their source? If not, descend wi High-born, and free, her freedom thould maintain, And trace thele briny riv'lets to their pri Unfold, unmortgag'd for earth's little bribes. Our funeral tears from different caules Th' illustrious itranger, in this foreign land Of various kinds they flow. From tender Like itrangers, jealous of her dignity, By foft contagion callid, some burft at on Studious of home, and ardeut to return, And stream obsequious to the leading ey Of earth suspicious, earth's enchanted cup Some ask more time, hy curious art distil With cool relervelight-touching, should indulge Some hearts, in secret hard, unapt to me On immortality her godlike taite;

Struck by the public eye, guth out amai There take large draughts; make her chief ban- Some weep to thare the fame of the dece

So high in merit, and to them so dear: But some reject this sustenance divine; They dwell on praises, which they thin To beggarly vile appetites descend;

Some mourn in proof that something they Alkalms of eartii for gifts that came from heaven; love. Sink into llaves ; and tell, for present hire, They weep not to relieve their grief, but Their rich revertion, and (what mares its fate) Some weep in perfect justice to the deat, Their native freedom, to the prince who sways 'As conscious all their love is in arrear. Thiş nether world. And when his payments fail, Some mischievoutly weep, not unappriz'd When his full basket gorges them no more ; 'Tears, sometimes, aid the conqueit of an Or their pail'd palates loath the basket full, As seen through cryftal, how their roles gl Are, instantly, with wild demoniac rage, While liquid pearl runs trickling down For breaking all the chains of Providence,

cheek. And bursting their confinement; tho' fast barr'a By kind construction some are deem'd to w By laws divine and human ; guarded strong Because a decent veil conceals their joy. With horrors doubled to defend the pass, Some weep in earnest; and yet weep in The blackcii nature, or dire guilt can raise; As deep in indiscretion, as in woe. And moated round with fathomless destruction, Passion, blind passion! impotently pours Sure to receive, and whelm them in their fall. Tears,thatdeserve more tears; whilereatin

Such, Britons! is the cause, to you unknown, Or gazes, like an idiot, unconcern'd; Or worse, o’erlook'd; o'erlook'd by magiftrates, Nor comprehends the meaning of ibe fto Thus, criminals themselves. I grant the deed They weep impetuous, as the fummer ito Is madness; but the madness of the heart. And full as fort ! the cruel grief foon ta And what is that? our utmost bound of guilt. They make a paltime of the itingless tale A sensual, unreflecting life is big

Far as the deep-resounding knell, they ipi With monitrous births,and suicide, to crown The dreadful news, and hardly feel it mon The black infernal brood. The bold to break No grain of wisdom pays them for their w Heaven '3 law supreme, and desperately rush When the sick soul, her wonted stay withd Thru' facred nature's murder, on their own, Reclines on earth, and sorrows in the dar Because they never think of death, they die. Instead of learning there her true fupport When by the bed of languishment we sit, She crawls to the next thrub, or bramble Or, o'er our dying friends, in anguish bang, The stranger weds, and blossoms as befory Wipe the cold'dew, or stay the linking head, In all the fruitless fopperies of life. Number their moments, and in ev'ry clock, Start at the voice of an eternity; See the dim lamp of life just feebly lift

$ 231. Inattention to the Voice of Deat An agonizing beam, at us to gaze,

What thus infatuates? what enchant Then sink again, and quiver into death.

plants (That molt pathetic herald of our own;) The phantom of an age, 'twixt us and dea How read we such fad scenes? as sent to man Already at the door? He knocks, we hear! In perfect vengeance? no; in pity fent, And yet we will not hear. What mail defe To incit lin: down, like xax, and then impress Our untouch'd hearts i what miracle turn Tu pesd thought, which from a thousand $ 233. The Caprice and universal Power Lehes, and is daily shunn'd? (quivers

of Death. data in a battle, throngs on throngs Like other tyrants, Death delights to sinite, daje falling; wounded oft ourselves; What smitten most proclaims the pride of power,

ending with our wounds, immortal still! And arbitrary nud. His joy fupreme, Hone's furrows on another's brow, To bid the wretch furvive the fortunate; i sath eațrench'd, preparing his asfault; The feeble wrap th' athletic in his throud; 167 bericlyes, in that just mirror, see! And weeping fathers build their children's tomb;

iz Longevity! More, more, it cries: Me thine, Narcilla !--what tho'fhort thy date? Vore wealth, more traih ot'every kind! Virtue, not rolling luns, the mind matures. assettore mad for more, when relith fails ? That life is long, which answers life's great enda

- ta chour hard to mend the bow, The time that bears no fruit, deserves no name: Wat is relaxing ev'ry string?

The man of wision is the man of years. szát for joy; grow rich and hoard within. In hoary youth Methnialems my die, - athe foul, when this life's rattles ceale, o how misdated on their flattering tombs! Ling of more manly to succeed?

All inore than common menaces an end: the taste immortal; learn even now A blaze betokens brevity of lite. inai alone subfists hereafter: To plant the soul on her eternal guard, 2 Anore, henceforth your joys for ever. In awful expectation of our end,

[but lo be glory is to wish to die.

Thus runs Death's dread commiffion; “Strike, To me as praise and promise; it applauds " As most alarms the living by the dead." 1s, and promises our future bliss. Hence itratagem delights him, and surprise,

saknes see not children in their fires? And cruel sport with man's fecurities. Vederical absurdities!

Not simple conqueft, triumph is his aim, [noft. bd authority to faults of youth, And where least fear'd, there conquest triumplis **! it makes folly thrice a fool; What are his arts to lay our fears asleep!

zis childhond might our last despise. Tiberian arts his purposes wrap up ** can be ranker? like our thadows, In deep, dissimulation's darkett night. Sangthen, as our fun declines. Like princes unconfeit in foreign courts,

and loiter, then, this fide the grave. Who travel under cover, Death assumes at bould leave the world, before the The name and look of life, and dwells among us. • * * o carcales to mend the foil. [knell Behind the roly bloom he loves to lurk, en to Eve in tempeft; die in port.

Or ambush in a smile; or wanton dive bocid iy concourse, cover in retreat In dimples deep; love's eddies, which dtaw in

pigment, and the will fubdue; Unwary hearts, and fink them in despair. dan tempatial on the filent, folemn thore Moit happy they whom lealt his arts deceive.

eczan it must fail so soon; One eye on Death, and one full fix'd on heaven, spaçadasrks on board; and wait the wind Becomes a mortal, and immortal man. Potras us into worlds unknown; Where is not Death? sure as nigbt follows day, imid, too, a dreadful scene ! Death treads in Pleature's footiteps round the


[thuns, When Pleasure treads the pa:hs which Keaton 332 Lurle Learning required, to be Good.

When, against reason riot shuts the door, livozelarn'd; in volumes deep you fit; And gaiety fupplies the place of tense. arta Gallow: pompous ignorance! Then foremost at the banquet and the ball,

to know how much need notbeknown; Death leads the dance, or stamps the deadly die; keatbat knowledge, which impairs your Nor ever fails the midnight bowl to crown.

Gaily carouting to his gay compters, s knowledge, like our needful food, Inly he laughs, to see them laugh at him, $4, les open in life's common field; As absent far: and when the revel burns,

all welcome to the vital feast. When fear is banish'd, and triumphant thought 2003 what lies before you in the page Calling for all the joys beneath tlie moon,

ad experience, moral truth; Againit him turns the key: and bids him fup az science for diftinguith'd names, With their propenitors-He drops his matk virtue, is you rise in fame. Frowns out at full; they Itart, despair, expire ! zag, like the lunar beam, affords Scarce with more indden terror and surprise,

sus heat; it leaves you undevout. From his black mak of nitre, touch'd by fire Razd learn death's ch.racter, attend. He bursts, expands, roars, blazes, and devours. 123a sonduct, all degrees of health, And is not this triumphant treachery, besttune, and all dates of age, hobe book in his impartial urn,

And more than iimple conquest in the fiend?

And now, giay trifler, doit thou wrap thy soul 2017 at randon.. Or if choice is made, In fott fecurity, because unknown - Space is quite farcaitic, and intuits Which moment is commission'd to destroy ? La sed saajetture, and fund hopes of man. In death's uncertainty thy danger lies.

Is death uncertain? therefore thou be fix'd; When, on a moment's point, th' import: Fix'd as a sentinel, all eye, all ear,

Of life and death, spun doubtful, ere it All expectation of the coming foe.

And turn'd up life; my title to more w Route, stand in arms, nor lean against thy spear, But why more woe? more comfort le Left slumber steal one moment o'er thy soul, Nothing is dead, but that which with'd And fate surprise thee nodding. Watch, be strong Nothing is dead, but wretchedness and Thus give each day the merit, and renown, Nuthing is dead, but what encumber'd, Of dying well; tbodoom'd but once to die; Block'd up tlie pass, and barr'd from re Nor let life's period hidden (as from most), Where dwells that with most ardent of th Hide too from thee, the precious use of life. Tco dark the sun to see it; highest itar

Does wealth with youth and gaiety conspire Too low to reach it; death, great death To weave a triple wreath of happinefs? O'er stars and fun triumphant, lands us That thining mark invites the tyrant's spear. Nor dreadful our tranfition; tho' the As if to damp our elevated aims,

An artist at creating self-alarms, And strongly preach humility to man, Rich in expedients for inquietude, O how portentous is prosperity!

Is prone to paint it dreadful, Who can How, coinet-like, it threatens while it shines! Death's portrait true ? the tyrant never Few years but yield us proof of Death's ambition Our sketch, all random strokes, conjectu To call his victims from the fairest fold, Close thuts the grave, nor telis one fing! And iheath his shafts in all the pride of life. Death, and his image rising in the brain, When flooded with abundance, purpled o'er Bear faint resemblance; never are alike With recent honenrs, bloom'd with ev'ry bliss; Fear thakes the pencil, Fancy loves exc Set up in oftentation, made the gaze, Dark Ignorance is lavish of her shades; The gaudy centre of the public eye ;, And these the formidable picture draw. When fortune, thus, has toss'd her child in air, But grant the worst; 'tis paft ; new pri Snatch'd from the covert of an humble state, And drop a veil eternal o'er her tomb. How often have I seen him dropp'd at once, Far other views our contemplation clair Our morning's envy, and jur ev'ning's sigh! Views that o'erpay the rigours of our lif As if her bounties were the lignal giv'n, Views that suspend our agonies in death. The flow'ry wreath, to mark the sacrifice, Wrapt in the thought of immortality, And call Death's arrows on the destin'd prey. Long life might lapfe, age un perceiv'd con

And find the soul unfated with her theme

Its nature, proof, importance, fire my for § 234. NIGHT vs. The Death of Narcisa. SHE (for I know not yet her name in heaven) Not early, like Narcilla, left the scene; § 235. Reflections on Man and Immorta Nor sudden, like Philander. What avail ? The nature, immortality, who knows? This seeming mitigation but infames; And yet who knows it not? It is but life This fancy d medicine heightens the disease. In stronger thread of brighter colour sput The longer known, the closer ftill the grew; And spun for ever; black and brittle het And gradual parting is a gradual death. How short our correspondence with the i

the long dark approach thro' years of pain, And while it lasts, inglorious ! our beit d Death's gallery with table terror hung; How wanting in their weight ! our highel Sick hope's pale lampits only glimmering ray! Small cordials to support us in our pain, There fare my melancholy walk ordain'd. And give us strength to suffer. But how How oft I gaz d, prophetically fad! To mingle interests, converse, amities, How oft I law her dead while yet in smiles ! With all the fons of Reason, scatter'd w In ímiles she junk her grief to lessen mine : Through habitable space, wherever born Slie fpoke me comfort, and increas'd my pain. Howe'er endow'd! to live frec citizens Like powerful armies trenching at a town, Of universal Nature ! to lay hold By flow and filent, but refiftlets fap,

By more than feeble faith on the Suprema In his pale progress gently gaining ground, To call heaven's rich unfathomable mine Death urg'd bis deadly siege: in Ipite of art, Our own! to rise in science as in bliss, Of all the balmy blessings nature lends Initiate in the secrets of the skies! To succour frail humanity. Ye stars! To read creation; read its mighty plan And thou, Omoon! bear witness; many a night in the bare bufom of the Deity! He tore the pillow from beneath my head, The plan and execution to collate! Tied down my fore attention to the shock, To see, before each glance of piercing the By ceaselets depredations on a lite,

All cloud, all shadow blown remote; and Dearer than that he left me. Dreadful post No mystery-but that of love divine, Of observation! darker every hour! Which lifts us on the seraph's flaming wi Lefs dread the day that drove me to the brink, From earth's Aceldama, this field of blod And pointed at eternity below.

Of inward anguith, and of outward ill, When my soul shudder'd at futurity, From darkness, and from dust, to fuch a ic


sica quit

Isesegat! true joy's illuftrious home! The bare ideas ! folid happiness I certad contrast (now deplor'd)more fair. So distant from its thadow chas'd below! ira me thoughts that aggrandise the And chase we still the phantom thro' the fire,

O'er bog, and brake, and precipice, 'till death ? I(while yet we tread the kindred clod, And toil we still for sublunary pay? They moment fear to link beneath Defy the dangers of the field, and flood,

1 ne tread; soon trodden by our sons) - Or, spider-like, spin out our precious all, on the wild whirl of time's pursuits, Our more than vitals fpin in curious webs sy and paule, involu'd in high prelage: of subtle thought, and exquisite design;

telong visto of a thoutand years, |(Fine net-work of the brain!) to catch a fly? and catemplating our distant felves, The momentary buz of vain renown! ei nagrityiag mirror seen,

A name, a mortal immortality. "mobied, elevate, divine ! ity our own futurities!

§ 236. Genius connected with Ig nominy. zatoaghton what allthoughttranscends!

Genius and art, ambition's boalte«i wings, Luthfellow-candidates, of joys

Our boast but ill deserve. A feeble aid ! rabe and conception, as desert, Is thattonish'd talkers and the tale !

Heart-merit wanting, mount we ne'er so high, W za sonnt we? when these shackles caft? When I behold a genius bright and base,

Our height is but the gibbet of our name. Por of the creation ? this small nest,

Of towering talents, and terrestrial aims; a conser of the universe,

Methinks, I see, as thrown from her high sphere, in frecy cloud, and fine-spun-air?

The glorious fragments of a foul immortal, and leníe, but gross and feculent

With rubbish mixt, and glittering in the dust. ** clefia; souls ordain'd to breathe

Hearts are proprietors of all applause, ea pies; and drink a purer sky;

Right ends, and means, make wildom: wordly

Is but half-witted, at its highest praise. [wise 1 tagant on time's farther Thore.

mity what scenes shall strike! Z* of wonder shall unravel there!

§ 237. Exalted Station. one day pour on all the paths of heaven, -What is station high?

en Almighty's footiteps in the deep! "Tis a proud mendicant; it boasts, and begs; :be seiled day of our diícharge It begs an alms of homage from the throng, 42t cyce, the labyrinth's of fate, And oft the throng denies its charity. is inextricable maze!

Monarchs, and ministers, are awful names; mashable thirft in man

Whoever wear them, challenge our devoir. ***;ich, how full our banquet here! Religion, public order, both exact 1. sral world alone unfolds; External homage, and a supple knee, ale cateral lately seen in shades, To beings pompously set up, to serve the tades, by fragments only seen, The meaneit nave; all more is merit's due ; thee

fagments by the labouring eye, Her facred and inviolable right, -32, , illustrious, and entire, Nor ever paid the monarch, but the inan. malice, its universal frame, Our hearts ne'er bow but to superior worth; a. (mentions, swells to the survey; Nor ever fail of their allegiance there. ***as, at one glance, the ravith'd fight. Fools indeed drop the man in their account, - me franger man's illumin'd eye, And vote the mantle into majelty. raccean of unbounded space, Let the small savage boast his filver fur; da infnite of floating worlds His royal robe unborrow'd, and unbought, 2 cital waves of ether pure,

His own, descending fairly from his fires. voyage, without port ! 'the least Shall man be proud to wear his livery, * & dieninated orbs how great!

And souls in ermine scorn a foul without ? ze these to the stupendous whole ? Can place or lessen us, or aggrandize ? pes, a atoms ill-perceiv'd.

Pigmies are pigmies still, tho percht on alps,

[ szpet hence! Yet this the least in Each man makes his own stature, builds himself: 22.s that illuftrious robe He wears,

Virtue alone out-builds the pyramids; is mass of wonders from his hand, Her monuments shall last, when Egypt's fall. an earnest of his power!

Ofthefe sure truths dost thou demand the cause? se bo zgorv, whence all glory flows, The cause is lodg'd in immortality. ats meanest flow'ret to the sun, Hear, and assent. Thy bosom burns for pow'r;

Then thou before was something less than man. increme of the supremely bleft! Has thy new post betray'd thee into pride? cathy death, the question can resolve. That pride defames humanity, and calls [raise. - schcheap-bought th' ideas of our joy; The being mean, which stais or strings can

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