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THE

TAS K.

воок II.

ARGUMENT OF THE SECOND BOOK.

Reflections fuggefted by the conclufion of the former book. Peace among the nations recommended, on the ground of their common fellowship in forrow.-Prodigies enumerated.-Sicilian earthquakes.- Man rendered obnoxious to these calamities by fin.—God the agent in them.-The philofophy that steps at fecondary caufes reproved.-Our own late mifcarriages accounted for.-Satirical notice taken of our trips to Fontainbleau.-But the pulpit, not fatire, the proper engine of reformation.The Reverend Advertiser of engraved fermons.-Petit-maitre parfon.-The good preacher.-Pictures of a theatrical clerical coxcomb. Story-tellers and jesters in the pulpit reproved.—ApoStrophe to popular applaufe.-Retailers of ancient philofophy expoftulated with.-Sum of the whole matter.-Effects of facerdotal mismanagement on the laity. Their folly and extravagance.-The mischiefs of profufion.-Profufion itself, with all its confequent evils, afcribed, as to its principal caufe, to the want of difcipline in the univerfities.

THE

TASK.

BOOK

II.

THE TIME-PIECE.

Он for a lodge in some vaft wilderness,

Some boundless contiguity of fhade,

Where rumour of oppreffion and deceit,
Of unfuccessful or fuccefsful war,

Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd,
My foul is fick, with ev'ry day's report

Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd.
There is no flefh in man's obdurate heart,

It does not feel for man; the natʼral bond
Of brotherhood is fever'd as the flax
That falls afunder at the touch of fire.

He finds his fellow guilty of a skin

Not colour'd like his own; and, having pow'r

T' enforce the wrong, for fuch a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey. Lands interfected by a narrow frith

Abhor each other. Mountains interpos'd Make enemies of nations, who had elfe, (Like kindred drops, been mingled into one. Thus man devotes his brother, and destroys; And, worse than all, and most to be deplor'd, As human nature's broadeft, fouleft blot,

Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat
With stripes, that mercy, with a bleeding heart,
Weeps when she fees inflicted on a beast.

Then what is man? And what man, feeing this,
And having human feelings, does not blush,
And hang his head, to think himself a man?
I would not have a slave to till my ground,
To carry me, to fan me while I fleep,
And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth
That finews bought and fold have ever earn'd.

No: dear as freedom is, and in my heart's
Just estimation priz'd above all price,

I had much rather be myself the flave,

And wear the bonds, than fasten them on him.
We have no flaves at home.-Then why abroad?
And they themselves, once ferried o'er the wave
That parts us, are emancipate and loos'd.
Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free;
They touch our country, and their fhackles fall.
That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud
And jealous of the bleffing. Spread it then,
And let it circulate through ev'ry vein

Of all your empire; that where Britain's pow'r
Is felt mankind may feel her mercy too,

Sure there is need of focial intercourse, Benevolence, and peace, and mutual aid, Between the nations, in a world that seems To toll the death-bell of its own decease,

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