Let the Nations bow down to a Senate or King, With respect for the Name, and diftafte of the Thing;

It matters not much how we vary our plan,

One, many, or few still the agent is Man;

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Feeble Systems establish the ills they would shun*;

Ev'ry Mode comes at last to be the echo of one-
The Rulers are mad, and the People undone.

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"Happy Hand, that firft culled bitter Leaves in the "Eaft!

"Happier That, which beftowed its rich Cane on the "Weft+!"

Thus the Statesman declaims-" it is well understood

"That to multiply wants is a national good;

"Mark the progrefs of things-Traffic, taxes, a fleet, "Stretch your arms round the globe, till

your Colonies

meet,

*If forms of proceeding, written Statutes, or other constituents of Law, cease to be enforced by the Spirit from which they arose, they ferve only to cover, not to reftrain, the iniquities of power.

HUME.

The Sugar Cane was not a Native of the New World; it was brought from the Eaft into Europe, and thence transplanted into the Welt.

"Let your flag in its pride to th' Antipodes roam, “Send your thunders abroad"—and stop payment at

home.

Such the triumphs of wealth! a commercial controul
Founds a greatness of state on a meannefs of foul*;
Confides in a fplendor, which, fatally bright,
Expires with the substance that gives it its light.

Not fuch were thy principles, Sparta! whose pride Was, by Virtue, no less than in arms, to prefide; Read, ye Rulers, and blush, when on record ye find That the pooreft were also the first of mankind.

A Bigot, accustomed himself to revere, Thinks to dupe ev'n his God by the fervor of prayer, And, in fullness of power derived from his zeal, Dooms the reft of mankind without mercy to Hell.

*There feem to be but three ways for a nation to acquire wealth. The firft is, by war, as the Romans did in plundering their conquered neighbours : this is Robbery-The fecond by commerce, which is generally Cheating—The third by agriculture, the only boneft Way.-FRANCKLIN-a Philofopher, who has spoken fome other truths, which we had better have listened to.

What

What a madness! exclaims the Philofopher, he
Who conceives by believing, we cease to be free:
Who affirms that the foul and the body are one;
Which exifting together, together are gone;

And, doubting of all things, is certain alone
Of that which of all things the leaft can be known.

To fall fhort of the truth is a weakness of mind, Wisdom feizes, but Folly ftill leaves it behind.

Is He fane, who, to render his objects more clear, Throws afide all that makes them to be what they

are;

Of Abstractions thus form'd, ftarts a problem to view,
Which admits of no answer, yet cannot be true;
Denies Matter can act upon Spirit, and hence
Proves Existence a manifeft fraud on the fense;
Holds that nothing is real that's under the Sun,
And afferts a first cause, although nothing be done?
Wit and folly thus fpring from one texture of brain ;
How ingenious the proofs, the conclufion, how vain!
Such is Man; thus divided, he fhuffles along,
In the means, or the end, ever doomed to be

wrong:

"To

To be perfect in both were divine”—By this rule, Man is just in his station-half wit and half fool.

Newton, Leibnitz, Defcartes-pafs we judgment on thefe ?

Shut up two; with the third, you may do what you pleafe; You will leave him at large, while you think him the best, Till a fourth comes and proves him as weak as the rest :

This is bold"-Be it fo, yet you ftill must allow That Democritus was, what Sir Ifaac is now.

"Our Historians may pafs without cenfure-You

fmile".

We expect information; their object's a style:

'Tis not History, no, 'tis an eloquent Page*,' Little matter, high dreft-a true type of the age. "Yet attractions they have"-or they would not be read; Some with nature are pleased, more delight in parade:

* Ils eftalent tants de pomp, d'ornemens, et d'appareil de langage tant de belles descriptions, tant de confiderations d'etat, et de raifonnemens-que le plus fouvent on n'y peut apprendre autre chofe pour l'histoire, que la maniere avec la quelle on la peut eloquemment d'ecrire.-MEZERAY, Of the Italian Hiftorians.

"Those

"Thofe periods"-compofed with a technical grace; "What a brilliancy"—often much out of its place. Come, Hooker, with thee let me dwell on a phrase Uncorrupted by wit, unambitious of praife:

Thy Language is chafte, without aims, or pretence, "Tis a fweetnefs of breath from a foundnefs of fenfe*.

Shall I pafs by the man, who can wholly forget Every Thought of his own in the national debt: Who with heart disengaged, and an undisturbed head, Sees his wife without fhoes, and his brats without bread; "I told you, my Dear, that the nation must fall, "And the family compact would ruin us all."

The Robber fhall die; Heaven frowns on the knave; Not on him whom it pleases the Commons to fave: He robs like a king, who a nation takes in, And the Thief disappears in the excefs of the fin.

"Since our parts in this life are fo caft, so perplext It is well we have rules how to live for the next."

See Note II. at the end.

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