HE, while his troop light-hearted leap and play,

Is all intent on duties of the day;

No more the tyrant stern or judge

To make their reading but a kind of play

"Reading made Easy," so the titles tell:

But they who read must first begin to spell;

There may be profit in these arts, but still,

Learning is labor, call it what you will;

severe,

band's fear.

road.

bling crowd,

That one so wise, so powerful, and

so proud,

Should feel himself, and dread the

humble ills

Of rent-day charges and of coalmen's

bills;

show,

And some to heaven itself their byway know;

Ah! trust them not,

bliss would share,

who fame or

Must learn by labor, and must live by

care.

[From the Gentleman Farmer.]
FOLLY OF LITIGATION.

WHO would by law regain his plundered store,

Would pick up fallen mercury from the floor;

If he pursue it, here and there it slides,

He would collect it, but it more divides;

Yes! e'en in sleep the impressions all remain,

He hears the sentence and he feels the chain;

He sees the judge and jury, when he shakes,

And loudly cries, "Not guilty," and awakes;

Then chilling tremblings o'er his body creep,

Till worn-out nature is compelled to sleep.

Now comes the dream again: it shows each scene, With each small circumstance that comes between

The call to suffering and. the very deed

There crowds go with him, follow, and precede;

Some heartless shout, some pity, all condemn,

In his best days, beneath whose care he grew.

At this his terrors take a sudden flight,

He sees his native village with delight:

The house, the chamber, where he once arrayed

His youthful person; where he knelt and prayed;

Then too the comforts he enjoyed at home,

The days of joy: the joys themselves are come;

The hours of innocence; - the timid look

Of his loved maid, when first her hand he took,

And told his hope; her trembling joy appears,

Her forced reserve, and his retreating fears.

All now is present;-'tis a moment's gleam

Of former sunshinedream!

stay, delightful

Let him within his pleasant garden walk,

Give him her arm; of blessings let them talk.

Yes! all are with him now, and all

the while

Life's early prospects and his Fanny's smile:

Then come his sister, and his villagefriend,

And he will now the sweetest moments spend

Life has to yield;- No! never will he find

Again on earth such pleasures in his mind:

He goes through shrubby walks these friends among,

Love in their looks and honor on their tongue;

The ocean smiling to the fervid

sun

The waves that faintly fall and slowly

run

The ships at distance and the boats at hand;

And now they walk upon the seaside sand,

Counting the number and what kind they be,

Ships softly sinking in the sleepy sea: Now arm in arm, now parted, they behold

The glittering waters on the shingles rolled:

The timid girls, half dreading their design,

Dip the small foot in the retarded brine,

And search for crimson weeds, which spreading flow,

Or lie like pictures on the sand below: With all those bright red pebbles, that the sun Through the small waves so softly shines upon;

[From The Lover's Journey.] EXTERNAL IMPRESSIONS Depen

DENT ON THE SOUL'S MOODS.

IT is the Soul that sees: the outward eyes

Present the object, but the Mind descries;

And thence delight, disgust, or cool indifference rise:

When minds are joyful, then we look around,

And what is seen is all on fairy ground;

Again they sicken, and on every view Cast their own dull and melancholy hue;

Or, if absorbed by their peculiar cares, The vacant eye on viewless matter glares,

Our feelings still upon our views attend,

And their own natures to the objects lend; [sure,

Sorrow and joy are in their influence Long as the passion reigns th' effects endure:

But Love in minds his various changes makes,

And

His

clothes each object with the change he takes;

light and shade on every view

he throws,

And on each object, what he feels,

bestows.