That she is rigid in denouncing death And liberty, and oft-times honour too, To peculators of the public gold; 735 That thieves at home must hang, but he that puts Into his overgorged and bloated purse The wealth of Indian provinces, escapes. 740 745 And customs of her own, till sabbath-rites And knees and hassocks are well nigh divorced. God made the country, and man made the town.) What wonder then that health and virtue, gifts 750 That can alone make sweet the bitter draught That life holds out to all, should most abound And least be threatened in the fields and groves? Possess ye, therefore, ye who, borne about In chariots and sedans, know no fatigue 755 But that of idleness, and taste no scenes But such as Art contrives, possess ye still 760 765 It plagues your country. Folly such as yours 770 BOOK II. THE TIME-PIECE. ARGUMENT:-Reflections suggested by the conclusion of the former Book, 1-Peace among the nations recommended on the ground of their common fellowship in sorrow, 48-Prodigies enumerated, 53-Sicilian earthquakes, 75-Man rendered obnoxious to these calamities by sin, 133-God the agent in them, 161-The philosophy that stops at secondary causes reproved, 174—Our own late miscarriages accounted for, 206-Satirical notice taken of our trips to Fontainbleau, 255-But the pulpit, not satire, the proper engine of reformation, 285-The reverend advertiser of engraved sermons, 351-Petit-maître parson, 372 -The good preacher, 395-Picture of a theatrical clerical coxcomb, 414-Story-tellers and jesters in the pulpit reproved, 463-Apostrophe to popular applause, 481-Retailers of ancient philosophy expostulated with, 499-Sum of the whole matter, 531-Effects of sacerdotal mismanagement on the laity, 545-Their folly and extravagance, 574The mischiefs of profusion, 667-Profusion itself, with all its consequent evils, ascribed, as to its principal cause, to the want of discipline in the Universities, 699. OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more! My ear is pained, 5 Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled. ΙΟ That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not coloured like his own, and having power Abhor each other. Mountains interposed Then what is man? And what man, seeing this 15 20 25 30 35 40 45 Of all your empire; that where Britain's power Sure there is need of social intercourse, Benevolence, and peace, and mutual aid, Between the nations, in a world that seems 50 To toll the deathbell of its own decease, And by the voice of all its elements To preach the general doom. When were the winds When did the waves so haughtily o'erleap 55 Have kindled beacons in the skies, and the old And crazy earth has had her shaking fits 60 More frequent, and foregone her usual rest. Is it a time to wrangle, when the props And Nature, with a dim and sickly eye, To wait the close of all? But grant her end 65 Still they are frowning signals, and bespeak 70 And 'tis but seemly, that where all deserve To what no few have felt, there should be peace, And brethren in calamity should love. 75 Lie scattered where the shapely column stood. Her palaces are dust. In all her streets The voice of singing and the sprightly chord Are silent. Revelry, and dance, and show, Suffer a syncope and solemn pause, 80 While God performs, upon the trembling stage Of his own works, his dreadful part alone. How does the earth receive him?-with what signs Of gratulation and delight, her King? Pours she not all her choicest fruits abroad, 85 Her sweetest flowers, her aromatic gums, |