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ARGUMENT OF THE FIRST BOOK.
Historical deduction of feats, 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.-Mistake concerning the charms of solitude corrected. ---Colonnades commended. Akove, and the view from it. -The wilderness.—The grove.—The thresher. The necesity and the benefits of exercise.—The tvorks of nature fuperior to, and in some instances. inimitable by, art.-—The wearifomeness of what is commonly called a life of pleasure. Change of scene sometimes expedient.--A common described, and the chara&er of cruzy Kate introduced.-Gipfies.The blesings of civilized life.-That state mofte favourable to virtue.-The South Sea islanders compasionated, 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 Teflexion on the fatal effects of dispation and effeminacy upon our public measures.
I sing the Sora. 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; fatin smooth,
Or velvet soft, or plush with shaggy pile:
At length a generation more refin'd
And woven close, or needle-work sublime.
Now came the cane from India, smooth and bright With Nature's varnish ; sever'd into ftripes That interlac'd each other, these supplied Of texture firm a lattice-work, that brac'd The new machine, and it became a chair. But restless was the chair; the back erect Distress d the weary loins, that felt no ease; The Nipp'ry seat betray'd the sliding part That press'd it, and the feet hung dangling down, Anxious in vain to find the distant foor. These for the rich : the reft; whom fate had plac'd In modeft mediocrity, content With base materials, sat on well-tann'd hides, Obdurate and unyielding, glasfy smooth, With here and there a tuft of crimson yarn, Or scarlet crewel, in the cushion fixt; If cushion might be call'd, what harder seem'd Than the firm oak of which the frame was form'd.
No want of timber then was felt or fear'd