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That never tire, soon fans them all away. Improvement too, the idol of the age, Is fed with many a victim. Lo, he comes! The omnipotent magician, Brown, appears! Down falls the venerable pile, the abode Of our forefathers—a grave whiskered race, But tasteless. Springs a palace in its stead, But in a diftant spot; where more exposed It may enjoy the advantage of the north, And aguish east, till time shall have transformed Those naked acres to a sheltering grove. He speaks. The lake in front becomes a lawn; Woods vanish, hills subside, and vallies rise; And streams, as if created for his use, Pursue the track of his directing wand, Sinuous or straight, now rapid and now Now, Now murmuring soft, now roaring in cascadesEv’n as he bids ! The enraptured owner smiles. 'Tis finished, and yet, finished as it seems, Still wants a grace, the lovelieft it could show, A mine to satisfy the enormous cost. Drained to the last poor item of his wealth, He sighs, dcparts, and leaves the accomplished plan, That he has touched, retouched, many a long day

Laboured, and many a night pursued in dreams,
Just when it meets his hopes, and proves the heaven
He wanted, for a wealthier to enjoy!
And now perhaps the glorious hour is come,
When, having no stake left, no pledge to endear
Her interest, or that gives her sacred cause
A moment's operation on his love,
He burns with most intense and flagrant zeal
To serve his country. Minifterial grace
Deals him out money from the public cheft;
Or, if that mine be shut, some private purse
Supplies his need with an usurious loan,
To be refunded duly, when his vote
Well-managed shall have earned its worthy price.
Oh innocent, compared with arts like these,
Crape, and cocked pistol, and the whistling ball
Sent through the traveller's temples! He, that finde
One drop of heaven's sweet mercy in his cup,
Can dig, beg, rot, and perifh, well content,
So he may wrap himself in honest rags .
At his last gasp; but could not for a world
Fish up his dirty and dependent bread
From pools and ditches of the commonwealth,
Sordid and fickening at his own success.

VOL. 11.

Ambition, avarice, penury incurred By endless riot, vanity, the lust Of pleasure and variety, dispatch, As duly as the swallows disappear, The world of wandering knightsand squires to town. London ingulphs them all! The shark is there, And the Mark's prey; the spendthrift and the leech, That fucks him. There the sycophant, and he Who, with bare-headed and obsequious bows, Begs a warın office, doomed to a cold jail And groat per diem, if his patron frown. The levee swarms, as if in golden pomp Were charactered on every statesman's door, “ BATTERED AND BANKRUPT FORTUNES MENDED

Here.” These are the charms, that fully and eclipse The charms of nature. 'Tis the cruel gripe, That lean hard-handed poverty inflicts, The hope of better things, the chance to win, The wish to shine, the thirst to be amused, That at the sound of winter's hoary wing Unpeople all our counties of such herds Of fluttering, loitering, cringing, begging, loose And wanton vagrants, as make London, vaft And boundless as it is, a crowded coop:

Oh thou, resort and mart of all the earth, Chequered with all complexions of mankind, And spotted with all crimes; in whom I see Much that I love, and more that I admire, And all that I abhor; thou freckled fair, That pleaseft and yet shockest 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 thee That falt preserves thee; more corrupted else, 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.

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