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varied year;

As some lone miser, visiting his store, CHARACTER OF THE ITALIANS, Bends at his treasure, counts, recounts

Far to the cight, where Appenine it o'er: Hoards after hoards his rising raptures Bright as the summer, Italy extends:

ascends, fill, Yet still he sighs, for hoards are want

Its uplands sloping deck the mountain's

side, ing still;

Woods over woods in gay theatric pride : Thus to my breast alternate passions

While oft some temple's mouldering tops rise,

between Pleased with each good that Heaven to

With venerable grandeur mark the scene, man supplies; Yet oft a sigh prevails, and sorrows fall,

Could Nature's bounty satisfy the To see the hoard of human bliss so

breast, small;

The sons of Italy were surely bless’d. And oft I wish, amidst the scene, to Whatever fruits in different climes are find

found, Some spot to real happiness consign’d,

That proudly rise, or humbly court the Where my worn soul, each wandering

ground; hope at rest,

Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, May ather bliss, to see my fellows

Whose bright succession decks the bless'd.

Whatever sweets salute the northern But where to find that happiest spot sky below,

With vernal lives, that blossom but to Who can direct, when all pretend to

die; know?

These here disporting, own the kindred The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone soil, Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his

Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's own; Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, While sea-born gales their gelid wings And his long nights of revelry and ease ;

To winnow fragrance round the smiling The naked negro, panting at the line,

land. Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine,

But small the bliss that sense alone Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid bestows, wave,

And sensual bliss is all the nation knows. And thanks his gods for all the good In florid beauty groves and fields appear, they gave.

Man seems the only growth that dwinSuch is the patriot's boast where'er we dles here. roam,

Contrasted faults through all his manners His first, best country, ever is at home, reign; And yet, perhaps, if countries we com- Though poor, luxurious; though submis. pare,

sive, vain; And estimate the blessings which they Though grave, yet trifling; zealous, yet share,

untrue; Though patriots flatter, still shall wisdom And even in penance planning sins

find An equal portion dealt to all mankind : All evils here contaminate the mind, As different good, by art or nature given, That opulence departed leaves behind; To different nations makes their bless- For wealth was theirs, not far removed ings even.

the date,




When commerce proudly flourish'd

through the state; At her command the palace learn'd to

rise, Again the long-fall’n column sought the

skies, The canvas glow'd, beyond e'en Nature

warm, The pregnant quarry teem’d with human

form: Till, înore unsteady than the southern

gale, Commerce on other shores display'd her

CHARACTER OF THE SWISS. My soul turn from them; — turn we to

survey Where rougher climes a nobler race dis

play, Where the bleak Swiss their stormy man..

sion tread, And force a churlish soil for scanty

bread; No product here the barren hills afford But man and steel, the soldier and his

sword: No vernal blooms their torpid rocks

array, But winter lingering chills the lap of

May; No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's

breast, But meteors glare, and stormy glooms



While nought remain’d of all that riches

gave, But towns unmann'd, and lords without

a slave: And late the nation found, with fruitless

skill, Its former strength was but plethoric ill.

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Yet, still the loss of wealth is here sup

plied By arts, the splendid wrecks of former

pride; From these the feeble heart and long

fall’n mind An easy compensation seem to find. Here may be seen, in bloodless pomp

array'd, The pasteboard triumph and the caval

cade : By sports like these are all their cares

beguiled; The sports of children satisfy the child : Each nobler aim, repress’d by long con

trol, Now sinks at last, or feebly mans the soul; While low delights, succeeding fast be

hind, In happier meanness occupy the mind: As in those domes, where Cesars once

Though poor the peasant's hut, his

feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head, To shame the meanness of his humble

shed; No costly lord the sumptuous banquet

deal, To make him loathe his vegetable meal; But calm, and bred in ignorance and

toil, Each wish contracting, fits him to the

soil. Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short

repose, Breathes the keen air, and carols as he

goes; With patient angle trolls the finny deep, Or drives his venturous ploughshare to

the steep; Or seeks the den where snow-tracks

mark the way, And drags the struggling savage into

day. At night returning, every labor sped, He sits him down the monarch of a


bore sway,

Defaced by time, and tottering in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his

shed; And, wondering man could want the

larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a


drous power,


Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round | But mock'd all tune, and marr'd the surveys

dancers' skill, His children's looks, that brighten at the Yet would the village praise my won

blaze; While his loved partner, boastful of ker And dance forgetful of the noon-tide hour. hoard,

Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Displays her cleanly platter in the Have led their children through the board :

mirthful maze; And, haply too, some pilgrim thither And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic led,

lore, With many a tale repays the nightly bed. Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threeThus every good his native wilds impart,

So blest a life these thoughtless iealms Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; display, And ev'n those hills, that round his man- Thus idly busy rolls their world away: sion rise,

Theirs are those arts that mind to mind Enhance the bliss his scanty fund sup

endear, plies:

For honor forms the social temper here. Dear is that shed to which his soul con- Honor, that praise which real merit forms,

gains, And dear that hill which lifts him to the Or even imaginary worth obtains, storms;

Here passes current; paid from hand to And as a child, when scaring sounds hand, molest,

It shifts in splendid traffic round the Clings close and closer to the mother's land: breast,

From courts to camps, to cottages it So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's strays, roar,

And all are taught an avarice of praise ; But bind him to his native mountains They please, are pleased, they give to

get esteem, Till, seeming blest, they grow to what


But while this softer art their bliss To kinder skies, where gentler manners supplies, reign,

It gives their follies also room to rise : I turn; and France displays her bright For praise too dearly loved, or warmly domain.

sought, Gay sprightly land of mirth and social Enfeebles all internal strength of thought, ease,

And the weak soul, within itself unblest, Pleased with thyself, whom all the world Leans for all pleasure on another's breast. can please,

Hence ostentation here, with tawdry art, How often have I led thy sporting choir, Pants for the vulgar praise which fools With tuneless pipe, beside the murmur- impart; ing Loire,

Here vanity assumes her pert grimace, Where shading elms along the margin And trims her robe of frieze with copper grew,

lace; And freshen’d from the wave the zephyr Here beggar pride defrauds her daily flew;

cheer, And haply, though my harsh touch To boast one splendid banque. once a falt'ring still,



The mind still turns where shifting fash

ion draws, Nor weighs the solid worth of self


Casts a long look where England's

glories shine, And bids his bosom sympathize with


Vain, very vain, my weary search to


That bliss which only centres in the ELLER.

mind; HAVE we

not seen, round Britain's Why have I stray'd, from pleasure and peopled shore,

repose, Her useful sons exchanged for useless To seek a good each government beore?

stows? Seen all her triumphs but destruction In every government, though terrors haste,

reign, Like flaring tapers brightning as they Though tyrant kings, or tyrant laws rewaste;

strain, Seen opulence, her grandeur to main- How small of all that human hearts entain,

dure, Lead stern depopulation in her train, That part which laws or kings can cause And over fields where scatter'd hamlets or cure! rose,

Still to ourselves in every place consign'd, In barren solitary pomp repose?

Our own felicity we make or find. Have we not seen at pleasure's lordly With secret course, which no loud storms call,

annoy, The smiling long-frequented village Glides the smooth current of domestic fall?

joy. Beheld the duteous son, the sire decay'd, The lifted axe, the agonizing wheel, The modest matron, and the blushing Luke's iron crown, and Damien's bed of maid,

steel, Forced from their homes, a melancholy To men remote from power but rarely train,

known, To traverse climes beyond the western Leave reason, faith, and conscience, all

main; Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps

around, And Niagara stuns with thun'dring


“TURN, gentle hermit of the dale, Even now, perhaps, as there some And

guide my lonely way pilgrim strays

To where yon taper cheers the vale Through tangled forests, and through With hospitable ray.

dangerous ways; Where beasts with man divided empire “For here forlorn and lost I tread, claim,

With fainting steps and slow; And the brown Indian marks with mur- Where wilds, unmeasurably spread, d'rous aim;

Seem lengthening as I go.”
There, while above the giddy tempest

“ Forbear, my son,” the hermit cries, And all around distressful yells arise,

“To tempt the dangerous gloom; The pensive exile, bending with his woe, For yonder faithless phantom flies To stop too fearful, and too faint to go, To lure thee to thy doom.

our own.

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