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ARGUMENT OF THE FIFTH BOOK.
A frosty morning.-The
foddering of cattle.—The woodmax and his dog.–The poultry -Whimsical effects of frost at a waterfall. --The Empress of Rufia's palace of ice.Amusements of monarchs.-War, one of them.--Wars, whence. And whence monarchy.--The evils of it.English and French loyalty contrasted.-The Bastille and a prisoner there.— Liberty the chief recommendation of tbis country.--Modern patriotism questionable, and why. -The perishable nature of the best human institutions.Spiritual liberty not perishable. The pavish state of man by nature.-Deliver him, Deifi, if you can.-
-Grace muft do it. The respective merits of patriots and martyrs ftated.Their different treatment.--Happy freedom of the man whom grace makes free. His relish of the works of God. --Address to tbe Creator.
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb
Provokes me to a smile. With eye
alkance I view the muscular proportion'd limb Transform'd to a lean thank. The shapeless pair, As they design’d to mock me, at my side Take step fur step; and, as I near approach The cottage, walk along the plaster'd wall, Prepost'rous fight the legs without the man. The verdure of the plain lies buried deep Beneath the dazzling deluge; and the bents, And coarser grass, upspearing o'er the rest, Of late unsightly and unseen, now shine Confpicuous, and, in bright apparel clad And fledg’d with icy feathers, nod fuperb. The cattle mourn in corners where the fence Screens them, and seem half petrified to sleep In unrecumbent sadness. There they wait Their wonted fodder; not like hung'ring man, Fretful if unsupplied; but filent, meek, And patient of the slow-pac'd fwain's delay. He from the stack carves out th' accustom'd load, Deep-plunging, and again deep-plunging oft, His broad keen knife into the solid mass : Smooth as a wall the upright remnant stands, With such undeviating and even force He severs it away: no needless care, Lest storms should overset the leaning pile.
Deciduous, or its own unbalanc'd weight.