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and some of them had the confidence to plead in favour of it! The unnatural and inhuman behaviour of man, or rather of the Fngleishman, toward his fellow-creatures, is represented, with singular energy, by William Cowper, in the fole lowing beautyful passage:

“ Thus harmony and family accord
Were driv’n from Paradise; and in that hour
The seeds of cruelty, that since have swellid
To such gigantic and enormous growth,
Were sown in human nature's fruitful soil.
Hence date the persecution and the pain
That man inflicts on all inferior kinds,
Regardless of their plaints. To make him sport,
To gratify the frenzy of his wrath,
Or his base gluttony, are causes good
Ind just, in his account, why bird and beast
Should suffer torture, and the streams be dye'd
With blood of their inhabitants impalid.
Earth groans beneath the burden of a war
Wage'd with defenceless innocence, while he,
Not satisfy'd to prey on all around,
Adds tenfold bitterness to death, by pangs
Needless, and first torments ere he devours.
Now happiest they that occupy the scenes
The most remote from his abhor'd resort....
The wilderness is theirs, with all its caves,
Its hollow glenns, its thickets, and its plains
Unvisited by man. There they are free,
And howl and roar as likes them, uncontrould,
Nor ask his leave to slumber or to play.
Woe to the tyrant, if he dare intrude

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Within the confines of their wild domain!
The lion tells him-I am monarch here-
And if he spare him, spares him on the terms
Of royal mercy, and through gen'rous scorn
To rend a victim trembling at his foot.
In measure, as by force of instinct drawn,
Or by necessity constrain'd, they live
Dependent upou man; those in his fields,
These at his crib, and some beneath his roof;
They prove too often at how dear a rate
He fells protection. Witness, at his foot
The spaniel dying for some venial fault,
Under dissection of the knotted scourge ;
Witness, the patient ox, with stripes and yells
Driv'n to, the slaughter, goaded as he runs,
To madness, while the favage at his heels
Laughs at the frantic sufferer's fury spent.
Upon the guiltless passenger o'ertbrown.
He too is witness, nobleft of the train
That wait on man, the fight-performing horse:
With unsuspecting readiness he takes
His murd'rer on his back, and, push'd all day,
With bleeding sides, and flanks that heave for life,
To the far-distant goal, arrives and dies.
So little mercy shows who needs so much!
Does law, fo jealous in the cause of man;
Denounce no doom on the delinquent? None.
He lives, and o'er his brimming beaker boasts
(As if barbarity were high desert)
Th' inglorious feat, and, clamorous in praise
Of the poor brute, feems wisely to suppose
The honours of his matchless horse his own." *

Task, B. 6. “ The king travelled with so much expedition to Cheltenham, that three hack-horses were killed on the road. Di

Thomson, haveing slightly touched upon “the sportsman's joy," or, “ rural game," proceeds with the following lines :

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These are not subjects for the peaceful muft,
Nor will she ftain with such her spotless song;
Then most delighted, when she social sees
The whole mix'd animal creation round
Alive, and happy. 'Tis not joy to her,
This falsely-cheerful barbarous game of death ;
This rage of pleasure, which the restless youth
Awakes, impatient, with the gleaming morn;
When beasts of prey retire, that all night long,
Urg'd by necesfity, had range'd the dark,
As if their conscious ravage thund the light,
A shame'd. Not so the fteady tyrant man,
Who with the thoughtlefs insolence of power
Inflame'd, beyond the moft infuriate wrath
Of the worst monster that e'er roam'd the waste,
For fport alone purfues the cruel chace,
Amid the beamings of the gentle day.
Upbraid, ye ravening tribe, our wanton rage,
For hunger kindles you, and lawless want ;
But lavish fed, in nature's bounty rollid,
To joy at anguish, and delight in blood,
Is what your horrid bosoms never knew."

The chace of the hare and stag is no less eloquent and pathetick; but is not likely to have

rections were given to the drivers to proceed with the utmost expedition, which they took as a hint not to spare the beasts. His majesty paid for the horses; one of them cost thirty pounds.” (Morning Herald, July 18, 1788.)

much effect on the savage monsters devoted to those pursuits.

It is indeed, obferves Plutarch, a hard and difficult talk to undertake (as Cato once fay’d) to dispute with mens bellys that have no ears... and it is no easey talk to pul out the hook of flesheating from the jaws of such as have gorge'd themselves with luxury, and are, as it were, nail'd down with it. It would, indeed, be a good action, if, as the Aegyptians draw out the ftomach of a dead body, and cut it open and expose it to the fun, as the onely cause of all its evil actions, so we could by cuting out our gluttony and blood-Sheding, purify and cleanse the remainder of our lives ... But if this

may not be, and we are ashame'd, by reason of custom, to live unblameablely, let us, at least, sin with discretion : Let us eat flesh, but let it be for hunger, and not for wantonness. Let us kil an animal, but let us do it with forrow and pity, and not abuseing and tormenting it, as many now-a-days are used to do, while some run red hot spits through the bodys of fwine, that by the tincture of the quench'd iron the blood may be to that degree mortify'd, that it may sweeten and foften the flesh in its circulation : and others jump and stamp upon the udders of lows that are ready to pig, that so they may take off (Oh ! pia»

cular Jupiter !), in thevery pangsof delivery, blood, milk, and corruption,* (destroying the young ones beside), and so eat the most inflame'd and disease'd

of the animai: others fow up the eyes of cranes and swans, and so shut them up in darkness to be faten'd, and then sowce up their flesh with certain monstrous mixtures and pickles. * By all which it is most manifest, that it is not for nourishment, or want, or any necessity, but for mere gluttony, wantonnessy, and expensiveness, that they make a pleasure of villainy... The begining of a vicious diet is presently followid by all sorts of luxury and expensiveness : and what meal is not expensive, for which an aniinal is put to death? Shalwe reckon a soul to be a small expence? I wil not say, perhap, of a mother, or a father, or of some friend, as Empedocles did; but one participateing of feeling, of seeing, of hearing, of imagination and of intellection, which each of them hath receiv.d from nature for the acquireing of what is agreeable to it, and the avoiding what is disagreeable. Do but consider with yourself, which sort of philosophers render us most tame and civil, they who bid

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* This wil, doubtless, be particularly disgusting to the humane Engleish reader, for whom similar crueltys, or others at least equally shocking, are every day commited.

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