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If thou negle&t'st or dost unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps ; Fill all thy bones with aches : make thee roar, That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
Whatever fpirit, careless of his charge,
in a bodkin's
The method which is taken to induce Ferdinand to believe that his father was drowned in the late tem. pest, is exceedingly folemn and striking. He is fitting upon a solitary rock, and weeping over against the place where he imagined his father was wrecked, when he suddenly hears with astonishment, aërial music creep by him upon the waters, and the Spirit gives him the fol. lowing information, in words not proper for any but a Spirit to utter:
Full fathom five thy father lies :
Of his bones are coral made :
Nothing of him that doth fade,
And then follows a most lively circumstance ;
Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell.
This is so truly poetical, than one can scarce forbear exclaiming with Ferdinand,
There is no mortal business, nor no sound
The happy versatility of Shakespeare's genius, enables him to excel in lyric as well as in dramatic poefy.
But the poet rises still higher in his managment of this character of Ariel, by making a moral use of it, that is, I think, incomparable, and the greatest effort of his art. Ariel informs Prospero, that he has fulfilled his orders, and punished his brother and companions so severely, that if he himself was now to behold their sufferings, he would greatly compassionate them. To which Prospero answers, .
Dost thou think so, Spirit ?
He then takes occasion, with wonderful dexterity and humanity, to draw an argument from the incorporality of Ariel, for the justice and necessity of pity and forgiveness :
Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
The poet is a more powerful magician than his own Prospero : we are transported into fairy land; we are wrapt in a delicious dream, from which it is misery to be disturbed ; all around is enchantment!
The ille is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt
not. Sometimes a thousand twanging instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices; That, if I then had wak'd after long fleep, Will make me sleep again : and then in dreaming, The clouds, methought, would open and shew riches Ready to drop upon me :-when I wak’d, I cry'd to dream again!
No. XCIV. Saturday, September 29. 1753.
Monstro quod ipfe tibi poffis dare.
-What I shew,
To the ADVENTURER.
You have somewhat discouraged the hope of idleness, by shewing, that whoever compares the number of those who have poffeffed fortuitous advantages, and of those who have been disappointed in their expectations, will have little reason to register himself in the lucky catalogue.
But as we have seen thousands subscribe to a raffle, of which one only could obtain the prize ; fo idleness will still presume to hope, if the advantages, however improbable, are admitted to lie within the bounds of possibility. Let the drone, therefore, be told, that if by the error of fortune he obtains the stores of the bee, he cannot enjoy the felicity; that the honey which is not gathered by industry, will be eaten without relish, if it is not wasted in riot ; and that all who become poffeffed of the immediate object of their hope, without any efforts of their own, will be disappointed of enjoyment.
No life can be happy, but that which is spent in the prosecution of some purpose to which our powers are equal, and which we, therefore, profecute with success: for this reason, it is absurd to dread business, upon pretence that it will leave few intervals to pleasure. Business is that by which industry pursues its purpose, and the purpose of industry is seldom disappointed: he who endeavours to arrive at a certain point, which he perceives himself perpetually to approach, enjoys all the happiness which nature has allotted to those hours, that are not spent in the immediate gratification of appetites by wbich our own wants are indicated, or of affections by which we are prompted to supply the wants of others. The end proposed by the busy, is various as their temper, constitu. tion, habits and circumstances : but in the labour it. self is the enjoyment, whether it be pursued to supply the nccessaries or the conveniencies of life, whether to cultivate a farm or decorate a palace; for when the palace is decorated, and the barn filled, the pleasure is at an end, till the object of desire is again placed at a distance, and our powers are again employed to obtain it with apparent success. Nor is the value of life less, than if our enjoyment did not thus consist in anticiparion : for by anticipation, the pleasure which would otherwise be contracted within an hour, is diffused through a week; and if the dread which exaggerates