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external goods are so far from being the proper rewards of virtue, that they are very often inconfiftent with, and destructive to it.

What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy,
The foul's calm sun-shine, and the heart-felt joy,
Is virtue's prize: a better would you fix ?
Then give humility a coach and fix,
Justice a conqueror's sword, or truth a gown,
Or public spirit, its great care, a crown.
Weak, foolish man! will Heav'n reward us there
With the same trash mad mortals wish for here?
The boy and man an individual makes,
Yet sigh'ft thou now for apples and for cakes ?
Go, like the Indian, in another life
Expect thy dog, thy bottle and thy wife;
As well as dream such are assign'd,
As toys and empires, for a god-like mind.
Rewards, that either would to virtue bring
No joy, or be destructive of the thing:
How oft by these at fixty are undone
The virtues of a faint at twenty-one!

To prove that these can make no man nappy without virtue, he has confidered the effect of riches, honours, nobility, greatness, fame, superior talents, &c. and given pictures of human infelicity in men possess'd of them all; whence he concludes, that virtue only constitutes happiness, whose object is universal, and whose prospect eternal; and that the perfection of virtue and happiness consists in a due conformity to the order of providence here, and a resignation to it here and hereafter.

We have dwelt long enough, perhaps too long, on this poem; but it was necessary to give the whole scope and design of the poet; that the reader might fee what art was required to make a subject so dry and metaphyfical, instructive and pleasing: and that it is fo will appear by the extracts we have taken, which we hope will induce our readers to peruse attentively the poem itself. From the nature of his plan, the reader will fee that the poet was deprived of many embellishments which other subjects will admit of, and tied down as it were to a chain of argument, which would allow of no digressions, studied fimiles and descriptions, or allusions to ancient fables; the want of which he has supplied, however, with feasonable remarks, and moral reflections; all of them just, and many of them truly fublime.

A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod;
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
Honour and shame from no condition rise;
Act well your part, there all the honour lies.

The learned editor of the author's works informs us that this poem is only a part of what the poet intended on the subject, and that the whole would have made four books, of which this was to have been the first; but the author's bad state of health, and some other confiderations induced him to lay the plan afside: a remnant, however, of what he intended as a subsequent part of this was published under the title of Moral Epistles, which are in number four. The first treats of the knowledge and characters of men; the second, of the characters of women; and the two last, of the use of riches; and from the masterly manner in which these are executed the world has great reason to lament the loss of the rest.

We come now to speak of those preceptive poems that concern our philosophical speculations; and these, tho' the subject is so pregnant with matter, affords such a field for fancy, and is so capable of every decoration, are but few. Lucretius is the most confiderable among the ancients who has written in this manner; and among the moderns I know of none but small detached pieces, except the poem called Anti-Lucretius, which has not yet received an English dress, and Dr. Akenside's Pleasures of the Imagination; both which are worthy of our admiration. Some of the small pieces are also well executed; and there is one entitled the Universe, written by Mr. Baker, from which I shall borrow an example.

The author's scheme is in some measure coincident with Mr. Pope's, so far especially as it tends to restrain the pride of man, with which design it was professedly written. It may be objected, perhaps, that this poem is not preceptive, and therefore not suitable to our purpose;

but it is to be considered, that if it is not preceptive, it is didactic; if it does not teach by precept, it does by description; and therefore we hope to be allowed the liberty we are about to take.

The passage we have selected is that respecting the planetary system, which is, in our opinion very beautiful.

Unwife! and thoughtless! impotent! and blind !
Can wealth, or grandeur, fatisfy the mind ?
Of all those pleasures mortals most admire,
Is there one joy fincere, that will not tire ?
Can love itself endure ? or beauty's charms
Afford that bliss we fancy in its arms ?-
Then, let thy soul, more glorious aims pursue:
Have thy CREATOR and his works in view :
Be these thy study: hence thy pleasures bring :
And drink large draughts of wisdom from its spring:
That spring, whence perfect joy and calm repose,
And blest content, and peace eternal flows.

Observe how regular the PLANETS run,
In stated times, their courses round the SUN.
Diff'rent their bulk, their distance, their career,
And diff'rent much the compass of their year :
Yet, all the same eternal laws obey,
While God's unerring finger points the way.

First MERCURY, amidst full tides of light,
Rolls next the fun, through his small circle bright.
All that dwell here must be refin'd and pure:
Bodies like ours such ardour can't endure:
Our EARTH would blaze beneath so fierce a ray,
And all its marble mountains melt away.

Fair Venus, next, fulfils her larger round,
With softer beams, and milder glory crown'd.
Friend to mankind, she glitters from afar,
Now the bright ev'ning, now the morning star.

More distant still, our EARTH comes rolling on,
And forms a wider circle round the fun :
With her the Moon, companion ever dear!
Her course attending through the shining year.
See, MARS, alone, runs his appointed race,
And measures out, exact the destin'd space:

Nor nearer does he wind, nor farther stray,
But finds the point whence first he roll'd away.

More yet remote from day's all-cheering source,
Vast JUPITER performs his constant course :
Four friendly Moons, with borrow'd luftre, rife.
Bestow their Beams, benign, and light his skies.

Farthest and last, scarce warm'd by Phabus' ray,
Through his vast orbit SATURN wheels away.
How great the change could we be wafted there!
How flow the seasons! and how long the year!
One Moon, on us, reflects its cheerful light:
There, five attendants brighten up the night.
Here, the blue firmament bedeck'd with stars,
There, over-head, a lucid Arch appears,
From hence how large, how strong, the sun's bright ball!
But seen from thence, how languid and how small!-
When the keen north with all its fury blows,
Congeals the floods, and forms the fieecy snows,
'Tis heat intense to what can there be known:
Warmer our poles than is its burning zone.

Who there inhabit must have other pow'rs,
Juices, and veins, and sense, and life than ours.
One moment's cold, like theirs, would pierce the bone,
Freeze the heart-blood, and turn us all to stone.

Strange and amazing must the diff'rence be,
*Twixt this dull Planet and bright Mercury):
Yet reason says, nor can we doubt at all,
Millions of Beings dwell on either ball,
With conftitutions fitted for that spot,
Where Providence, all-wife, has fix'd their lot.
Wond'rous art thou, O God, in all thy ways!
'Their eyes to thee let all thy creatures raise,
Adore thy grandeur, and thy goodness praise.

Ye fons of men! with fatisfaction know,
God's own right hand dispenses all below :
Nor good nor evil does by chance befall;
He reigns fupreme, and he directs it all.

At his command, affrighting human-kind, COMETS drag on their blazing lengths behind : Nor, as we think, do they at random rove, But, in determin'd times, through long ellipfes move.

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And tho' sometimes they near approach the fun,
Sometimes beyond our system's Orbit run;
Throughout their race they act their maker's will,
His pow'r declare, his purposes fulfil.

We are now to speak of those preceptive poems that treat of the business and pleasures of mankind; and here Virgil claims our first and principal attention, who in his Georgics has laid down the rules of husbandry in all its branches with the utmost exactness and perfpicuity, and at the fame time embellished them with all the beauties and graces of poetry. Tho' his subject was husbandry, he has delivered his precepts, as an ingenious author observes, not with the simplicity of a ploughman, but with the address of a poet. The meanest of his rules are laid down with a kind of grandeur, and he breaks the clods, and toffes about the dung with an air of gracefulness*. Of the different ways of conveying the fame truth to the mind, he takes that which is pleasantest; and this chiefly diftinguishes poetry from prose, and renders Virgil's rules of husbandry more. delightful and valuable than any other.

These poems which are esteemed the most perfect of the author's works are, perhaps, the best that can be proposed for the young students imitation in this manner of writing; for the whole of his Georgics is wrought up with wonderful art, and decorated with all the flowers of poetry.

In the first of the four books, he proposes the general design of each Georgic, and after a folemn invocation of all the heathen deities, who are supposed to be any ways concerned in rural affairs, he addresses himself particularly to Augustus Cæfar, whom he compliments with Divinity: then falling in with his subject, he speaks of the different kinds of tillage, that are suitable to different foils; traces out the origin of agriculture; presents us with a catalogue of the implements of husbandry, and points out the business peculiar to each season. He next describes the changes of the weather, and the signs in the heavens and the earth, by which the approaching change may be foretold; and in compliment to Auguftus, introduces some prodigies which are said to have pre* Mr. Addison.

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