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ARGUMENT OF THE FIRST BOOK.
Hiftorical deduction of seats, from the stool to the Sofa.
-A School-boy's ramble.- A walk in the country.
-The Scene described.--Rural founds as well as fights delightful.- Another walk.-Miftake concerning the charms of solitude corrected.- Colon. nades commended.- Alcove, and the view from it."
-The wilderness.—The grove.—The thresher.The necessity and the benefits of exercise.—The works of nature superior to, and in some instances inimitable by, art.—The wearisomeness of what is commonly called a life of pleasure.—Change of scene Sometimes expedient.--A common described, and the character of crazy Kate introduced.-Gipses.The blefings of civilized life. That ftate most favourable to virtue.- The South Sea isanders compassionated, but chiefly Omai.—His present state of mind supposed.--Civilized life friendly to virtue, but not great cities.-Great cities, and London in particular, allowed their due praise, but censured.
- Fete champetre.-The book concludes with a reflection on the fatal effects of disipation and effeminacy upon our public measures.
I sing the Sofa. I who lately fang
Time was, when clothing sumptuous or for use, Save their own painted skins, our fires had none. As yet black breeches were not; satin smooth,
Or velvet soft, or plush with shaggy pile:
• At length a generation more refined
Improved the simple plan; made three legs four,
And woven close, or needle-work sublime.
Now came the cane from India smooth and bright With Nature's varnish; severed into stripes, That interlaced each other, these supplied Of texture firm a lattice-work, that braced The new machine, and it became a chair. But restless was the chair; the back erect Distressed the weary loins, that felt no ease; The flippery seat betrayed the sliding part, That pressed it, and the feet hung dangling down, Anxious in vain to find the distant floor. These for the rich: the rest, whom fate had placed In model mediocrity, content With base materials, sat on well-tanned hides, Obdurate and unyielding, glaffy smooth, With here and there a tuft of crimson yarn, Or scarlet crewel, in the cushion fixt, If cushion might be called, what harder seemed Than the firm oak, of which the frame was formed,