The San, asham'd, extinguishes the day: In operation mighty! still remain
All Nature suffers with her suffering Lord.

Inferior aids behind: terrestrial stores
Amidst this war of elements, serene,

Medicinal: the instruments of God. And as the sun-shine brow of Patience, calm, For God created the physician! God He dies without a groan, and smiles in death. Himself on Earth, our great physician! spread Shall martyrs, virgins, nay, thy Saviour bleed O’er sick and weak, shadowing, his healing wings: To teach thee patience; and yet bleed in vain? Each miracle a cure!-Before Disease, Forbid it, Reason; and forbid it, Heav'n. Offspring of Sin, infested human-kind, No; sutier: and, in suffering, rejoice.

In Paradise, the vegetable seeds Patience endureth all, and hopeth all.

Sprung from their Maker's hand, invigorate-strong Hope is her daughter then. Let Hope distill With med'cine. He foresaw our future ills; Her cordial spirit, as Hybla-honcy sweet,

Foreseeing, he provided ample care; And healing as the drops of Gilead-balm.

Fossils, and simples: Solomon, thy theme, Cease to repine, as those who have no hope; Nature's historian; wisest of the wise! Nor let despair approach thy darkest hour. Tho' Paradise be lost, the tree of life Despair! that triple-death! th' imperial plague! In ined'cine blooms; then pluck its healing fruits, Th'exterminating angel of th' accurst,

And with thanksgiving eat; and, eating, live. And sole disease of which the damn'd are sick, Ev'n pagan wisdom bade her sons adore, Kindling a fever botter than their Hell

As one, the god of physic and the day,
O płuck me from Despair, white-handed Hope! Fountain of vegetation and of life,
O interpose thy spear and silver shield

Apollo, ever blooming, ever young,
Betwixt my bosom and the fiend! detrude

And from bis art immortal! Thus, of yore, This impious monster to primeval Hell;

The prime of human race from Heav'n deduc'd To its own dark domain : but light my soul, The bright original of physic's pow'r: Imp'd with thy glittering wings, to scenes of joy, And, nor unjustly, deem'd that he who sav'd To health and life, for health and life are thine: Millions from death, himself should never die. And fire imagination with the skies.

An instrument of various pipes and tubes, But whence this confidence of hope! In thee, Veins, arteries, and sinews, organiz'd, And in thy blood, my Jesus! (Bow, O Earth! Man, when in healthy tune, harmonious wakes Hear'n bends beneath the name, and all its sons, The breath of melody, in vocal praise, The Hierarchy! drop low the prostrate knee, Delighting Earth and Heav'n! discordant, oft, And sink, in humble wise, upon the stars.) As accident, or time, or fate prevail, Yes, on thy blood and name my hope depends. This human-organ scarce the bellows heaves My bope? nay, worlds on worlds depend on thee; of vital-respiration; or in pain, Live in thy death, from thy sepulchre rise. With pauses sad : what art divine shall tune Thy influential vigour reinspires

To order and refit this shatter'd frame? This feeble frame; dispells the shade of death; What finger's touch into a voice again? And bids me throw myself on God in prayer.

Or music re-inspire? Who, but the race A Christian soul is God's beloved house; Of Pæan? who but physic's saving sons? And pray'r the incense which perfumes the soul : A Ratcliff, Frewin, Metcalf or a Friend?Let armies then of supplications rise,

But something yet, beyond the kindly skill Besiege the golden gates of Heav'n, and force, Of Paean's sons, disease, like mine, demands; With holy violence, a blessing down

Nepenthe to the soul, as well as life. In living streams. If Hezekiah's pray'r

O for a mother's watchful tenderness, The Sun arrested in his prone career,

And father's venerable care!--But they, And bade the shadow ten degrees return

In life immortal, gather endless joys,
On Ahaz-dial, whirling back the day:

Reward of charity, of innocence,
Pour out thyself, my soul! with fervent zeal, Of pleasing manners, and a life unblam'd !
With over-flowing ardour, and with faith

The tears of poverty and friendship oft
Unwar'ring. To assist me, and to swell

Their modest tombs bedew, where Eden's flood, My fainting spirits to sublime desires,

(Ituna 'clep'd by bards of old renown, Wou'd Taylor? from his starry throne descend, Purpled with Saxon and with British blood) How fear wou'd brighten! by his sacred aid, Laves the sweet vale, that first my prattling muso To live were happiness, and gain to die. - Provok'd to numbers, broken as the ruins No: let him still adorn his starry throne,

Of Roman towers which deck its lofty banks, Well-merited by labours so divine:

And shine more beauteous by decay.--But hark! For, lo! the man of God, and friend of man, What music glads my ear? 'Tis Theron's voice, Theron, the purest breast, and warmest heart, Theron a father, mother; both, a friend! Flies on the wings of charity and love

Pain flies before his animating touch: To join me in the saving-task, and raise

The gentle pressure of his cordial band, My weaker pow'rs with his abundant zeal; A burning mountain from my bosom heaves! Pure, sweet, and glowing as the incens'd fires, What wonders, sacred Friendship, flow from thee! Of, Solomon, thy golden-altar, fann'd

One period from a friend enlivens more, By wings of cherubims into a fame;

Than all Hippocrates and Galen's tomes, Till on the skies the aromatic gale

Than all the med'cines they unfold. I feel In pyramids of fragrance softly stole,

Myself renew'd! not only health, but youth, A grateful offering to the throne of Grace. Rolls the brisk tide, and sparkles at my heart: Still, tho' I feel these succours from the skies, As the live-atoms of Campanian wines

Dance in the virgin crystal, and o'erlook 2 Bishop Jeremy Taylor.

With glorifying foam the nectar'd brim;

Smiling, and lending smiles to social wit,

A horn, in which if he do once but blow, The jucund hearth, and hospitable board.

The noise thereof shall trouble men so sore, Friendship is a religion, from the first

That all both stout and faint shall fy therefro, The second-best: it points, like that, to Heav'n, So strange a noise was never heard before, And almost antidates, on Earth, its bliss.

Ariosto's Orlando Furioso, translated by But Vice and Folly never Friendship knew;

sir John Harrington, b. xv. st. 10. Whilst Wisdom grows by Friendship stil more

With this horn Astotpho affrighted the Amazons, wise.

See book xx. st. 60, &c. and even Rogero, BraHer fetters, are a strong defence; her chains, damant, &c. in dissolving the enchanted palace, A robe of glory; Ophir gold, her bands;

b. xxii. st. 18, &c. Drives away the harpies And he who wears them, wears a crown of joy.

from Senapo, b. xxxiii. st. 114, &c. Friendship's the steel, which struck emits the sparks

P. 48.

Eden's flood, Of candour, peace, benevolence, and zeal;

Eden, tho' but small, Spreading their glowing seeds--a holy fire Yet often stain'd with blood of many a band Where honour beams on honour, truth on truth; Of Scots and English buth, that tined on his strand. Bright as the eyes of angels and as pure.

Spenser's Fairy Queen, b. iv, canto 11. An altar whence two gentle-loving hearts Mount to the skies in one conspiring blaze P. 48. But Vice and Fully never Friendship knew. Aud spotless union, Tis the nectar-stream

It was an observation of Socrates, that wicked Which feeds and elevates seraphic love

men cannot be friends either amongst themselves Health is disease, life death, without a friend. or with good men. Xenoph. Memorab. I. ü.


BOOK IV. Page 46. As once thy breathing harvest, Cadmus, Thou hast delivered my soul from death, and sprung.

my feet from falling, that I may walk before God Cadmus is reported by the poets to have slain a in the light of the living. PSALMS. monstrous serpent in Bæotia, at the command of Minerva, and sowed its teeth in a field, which

ARGUMENT. produced an host of armed soldiers; who, fight Reflections. Sickness at the worst. Hopes of ing, slew one another. See Ovid. Met. l. iii.

recovery cast on Heaven alone. Prospect of Suidas, Pausanias, &c. It is said, that he sowed

futurity at this juncture. Guardian-angels hymn serpents teeth, and that soldiers in armour sprung

to Mercy. Description of her,

She sends Hyup from them; because, as Bochart observes, in

geia to the well of life; both described. Her the l'hænician language, to express men armed

descent. The effects. Abatement of the diswith brazen darts and spears of brass, they made

temper. Apostrophe to sleep. Recovery of tise of words, which might be translated “ armed with the teeth of a serpent.”

sight; and pleasure flowing from thence.

Health by degrees restored. Comparison beP. 46. Yet Faney's mimic works, &c.

tween sickness and health in regard to the body

and mind, The following lines upon delirious dreams may appear very extravagant to a reader, who never experienced the disorders which sickness causes

Swift, too, thy tale is told: a sound, a name, in the brain; but the author thinks that he has No more than Lucian, Butler, or Scarron, rather softened than exaggerated the real descrip- Fantastic humour dropp'd the feeling sense, tion, as he found them operate on his own ima- Her empire less'ning by his fall. The shades gination at that time.

Of frolic Rabelais, and him of Spain,

Madrid's facetious glory, join his ghost;
P. 46. From Hiconian cliffs devolv'd, &c. Triumvirate of Laughter!-- Mirih is inad;
Sir G. Wheeler, in his voyages, has given a very

The loudest languishing into a sigh : beautiful description of an hermitage on the bor

And Laughter shakes itself into decay. ders of Mount Helicon, belonging to the convent

“ Lord! what is man?” the prophet welt might of Saint Luke the hermit, not the evangelist,

ask; called Stiriotes, from his dwelling in those deserts. We all may ask, “ Lord! what is mortal man?" See Whecler's Journey into Greece, fol. b. iv. So changeable his being, with himself

Dissimilar; the rainbow of an hour!

A change of colours, transient through his life, P. 46. Warbled to Doric reeds, &c. Brightens or languishes ;—then fades to air. Those different instruments are designed to ex

Ev'n ere an artful spider spins a line

Of metaphysic texture, man's thin thread press the several parts of poetry, to which they

Of life is broken: how analogous were adapted, viz. pastoral, ode, heroic, &c.

Their parallel of lines! slight, subtle, vain.

Man, in a little hour's contracted round
P. 46. Hark, how the anvils, &c.

Perplexes reason: now to triumph swellid,
See Hom. Ilias, b, xviii. Virg. Æn. b. viii.

To joyous exultations, to a blaze

Of ecstasy; and now depress'd, again,
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Astolpho's liorn. And drooping into scenes of death and woe.

p. 325.

The war,

That sudden flow of spirits, bright and strong, O lift thy servant from the vale of death, Which play'd in sprightly sallies round my heart; Now groveling in the dust, into the fields Was it a gleam, forewarning me from Heav'n, Of comfort, and the pastures green of health. Of quick-approaching fate? As tapers mount Hear, Mercy, sweetest daughter of the skies! Expiring into wide-diffusive flame,

If e'er thy servant to the poor his soul Give one broad glare, into the socket sink, Drew out, and taught the fatherless to sing; And sinking disappear.-It must be so! If e'er by pity warnu'd, and not by pride, The soul, prophetic of its voyage, descry'd He cloth'd the naked, and the hungry ted; The blissful shore, exulting on the wing,

If e'er distress, and misery, forlorn, In a glad flutter: tben, o'erwhelm'd with joy, Deceiv'd his cheek, and stole his untaught tear, She warnd her old companion of her fight, An humble drop of thy celestial dew! (The feeble tenement of mould'ring clay)

Hear, Mercy, sweetest daughter of the skies. Who sadden'd at their parting.--Yes,-1 feel

Sprung from the bosom of eternal bliss, Tby leaden hand, O Death! it presses hard, Thy goodness reaches farther than the grave; It weighs the faculties of motion down,

And near the gates of Hell extends thy sway, Inactive as the foot of a dull rock,

Omnipotent! All, save the cursed crew And drags me to thy dusty chains: the wheels Infernal, and the black-rebellious host Of life are fast'ned to the grave, nor whirl, Of Lucifer, within thy sweet domain Longer, the fiery chariot on.

Feed on ambrosia, and may hope the stars. The struggle for eternity begins,

Hear, Mercy, sweetest daughter of the skies. Eternity! illimitable, vast,

By thee, the great physician from the bed Jocomprehensible! for Heav'n and Hell,

Of darkness call'd the sick, the blind, the lame; Within her universal womb, profound,

He burst the grave's relentless bars by thee, Are center'd. -Sleep or death are on my heart: And spoke the dead to life and bloom again. Swims heavily my brain :-My senses reel. His miracles, thy work; their glory, thine: What scenes disclose themselves! What fields Then, O thou dearest attribute of God! of joy!

Thy saving health to this thy servant lend ! What rivers of delight! What golden bow'rs! Hear, Mercy, sweetest daughter of the skies!" Sweetly oppressid with beatific views,

Inclin'd upon a dewy-skirted cloud I bear angelic-instruments, I see

Purpled with light, and dropping fatness down, Primeral ardours, and essential forms;

Plenty and bliss on man, with looks as mild The sons of light, but of created light,

As ev'ning suns (when flow'ry-footed May All energy, the diligence of God!

Leads on the jocund Hours, when Love himself Might I but join them! Lend your glittring wings, Flutters in green) effusing heart-felt joy Watt me, o quickly wait me to yon crown, Abundant, Mercy shone with sober gruce, Bright with the flatning roses of the zone

And majesty at once with sweetness mix'd Sideréal : gracious, they, beck’ning, smile,

Ineffable, A rainbow o'er her head, They smile me to the skies! Hope leads the way The covenant of God, betok’ning peace Mounting I spring to seize!-- What fury shakes 'Twixt Heav'n and Earth, its florid arch display'd, Her fiery sword, and intercepts the stars? High-bended by th’ Almighty's glorious hand; Ha! Amartia? Conscience, Conscience sends The languish of the dove upon her eyes Her griesly form, to blast me at my end.

In placid radiance melted, from the throne Bt bold! she points to burning rocks, to waves Of Grace infus'd and fed with light: her smiles Sulphureous, molten lead, and boiling gulphs, Expansive cheer'd the undetermin'd tracks Tempestuous with everlasting fire.

Of all creation, from th' ethereal cope, 'lis horrible!-() save me from myself!-- August with moving fires, down to the shades O save me, Jesu!-Ha! a burst of ligit

Infernal, and the reign of darkness drear. Blends me with the empyreum's azure tide, Ev'n men refine to angels from her gaze, While Faith, triumphant, swells the trump of God, Gracious, invigorating, full of Heav'n! and shouting, “ Where's thy victory, O Grave? This daughter of the Lamb, to fervent pray'rs Audshere, O Death, thy sting?” I see her sprcad And intercession, opes her ready ear, Hier saving banner o'er my soul (the cross !) Compassionate; and to Hygeia thus: And call it to its peers. Thick crowds of day, “ llygeia, hie thee to the well of life; Immaculate, involve me in their streams, There dip thy fingers; touch his head and breast; And bathe my spirit, whiten'd for the sky. Three drops into his mouth infuse; unseen,

While on this isthmus of my fate I lie, Save by the eye of Faith: he yonder lies-Jutting into eternity's wide sea,

Descend, and take the ev'ning's western wing." And leaving on this habitable globe,

She said. Hygeia bow'd; and bowing, tillid The verge of either world! dubious of life, The circumambient air with od'rous streams, Dubious, alike, of death; to Mercy thus,

Pure essence of ambrosia! Not the breath Inspirited with supplicating zeal,

Of Lebanon, from cedar alleys blown, Jiy guardian-angel rais'd his potent pray'r, Of Lebanon, with aromatic gales ( For angels minister to man, intent

Luxuriant, spikenard, alors, myrrh and balm; On offices of gentleness and love.)

Nor the wise eastern monarch's garden vy'd “ Hear, Mercy! sweetest daughter of the skies, In fragrance, wben his fair Circassian spouse, Thou loveliest image of thy father's face,

Enamourd, call'd upon the south to fan Twou blessed fount, whence grace and goodness Its beds of spices, and her hosom cool, flow,

Panting with languishment and love-sick fires. Auspicious, hear! extend thy helping arm, Forth from th'eternal throne the well of life, With pitying readiness, with willing aid,

Pouring its crystal, laves the streets or God, VOL XV.

(Where sickness never comes, nor age, nor pain) As snow in Salmon, at the tepid touch
Fast-trickling o'er the pebble-gems. Beneath Of southern gales, by soft degrees, dissolves
Unfading amarant and asphodel,

Trickling, yet slow, away; and loosen'd frosts
A mirror spreads its many-colourd round, The genial impress feel of vernal suns,
Mosaic-work, inlaid by hands divine

Relenting to the ray; my torpid limbs
In glist'ring rows, illuminating each,

The healing virtue of Hygeia's hand Each shading: beryl, topaz, chalcedon,

And salutary influence perceive, Em'rald and amethyst. Whatever hues

Instant to wander through the whole. My heart The light reficcts, celestial quarries yield,

Begins to melt, o'er-running into joy, Or melt into the vernant-showry bow,

Late froze with agony. Kiod tumults seize Profusive, vary here in mingling beams.

My spirits, conscious of returning health,
Collected thus the waters, dimpling, end

And dire disease abating from the cells
Their soft-progressive lapse. The cherubs hence And mazy haunts of life. The judging leech
Imunortal vigour quaff and bliss unblam'd. Approves the symptoms, and my hope allows.
Nor only flow for you, ye sons of light,

The hostile humours cease to bubble o'er
The streams of comfort and of life, but now Their big-distended channels; quiet now
To heal the nations. Wonderful to tell,

And sinking into peace. The organs heave
The ages they renew, the dead revive,

Kindlier with life: and Nature's fabric near
And more,

the festers of the wounded soul, To dissolution shatter'd, and its mould
Corrupted, black, to pristine white relume To dust dissolv'd, tbo' not its pristine strength
And saint-like innocence. The mystic dove (The lusty vigour of its bealthy prime)
Broods, purifying o'er them, with his wings. Yet gentle force recovers; to maintain,
The angel, who Bethesda's troubled pool

Against the tyrant Death's batt'ring assaults,
Stirr’d, first his pinions with these vital drops The fort of life.- But darkness, present still,
Sprinkled; then poured bimself into the flood, And absent sweet repose, best med'cine, sleep,
Instilling health and nutriment divine,

Forbid my heart the full carouse of joy. Its waves to quicken, and exalt its pow'rs.

Soft pow'r of slumbers, dewy-feather'd Sleep, Here lights Hygeia, ardent to fulfil

Kind nurse of Nature! whither art thou fled, Mercy's behest. The bloom of Paradise

A stranger to my senses, weary'd out Liv'd on her youthful cheek, and glow'd the spring. With pain, and aching for thy presence? Come, The deep carnations in the eastern skies,

O come! embrace me in thy liquid arms;
When ruddy morning walks along the hills, Exert thy drowsy virtue, wrap my limbs
Illustriously red, in purple dews,

In downy indolence, and bathe in balm,
Are languid to her blushes; for she blush'd Fast-flowing from th' abundance of thy horn,
As through the op'ning tile of winged flames, With nourishment replete, and richer stor'd
Bounding, she lightned, and her sapphire eyes Than Amalthea's; who (so poets feign)
With modest lustre bright, improving Heav'n, With honey and with milk supply'd a god,
Cast, sweetly, round, and bow'd to her compeers, And fed the Thunderer. Indulgent quit
Au angel amid angels. Light she sprung

Thy couch of poppies! steal thyself on me,
Along th' empyreal road: her locks distillid (In rory mists sufius'd and clouds of gold)
Salubrious spirit on the stars. Pull soon

On me, thou mildest cordial of the world? She pass'd the gate of pearl, and down the sky, The shield his pillow, in the tented field, Precipitant, upon the ev'ning-wing

By thee, the soldier, bred in iron-war, Cleaves the live ether, and with healthy balm Forgets the mimic thunders of the day, Impregnates, and fecundity of sweets.

Nor envies Luxury her bed of down. Conscious of her approach, the wanton birds, Rock'd by the blast, and cabbin'd in the storm, Instinctive, carol forth, in livelier lays,

The sailor hugs thee to the doddering mast, And merrier melody, their grateful hymn, Of shipwreck negligent, while thou art kind. Brisk-futtring to the breeze. Eftsoons the hills, The captive's freedom, thou! the labourer's hire; Beneath the gambols of the lamb and kid, The beggar's store; the miser's better goid; Of petulant delight, the circling maze

The health of sickness; and the youth of age! (Brush'd off its dews) betray. All Nature smiles, At thy approach the wrinkled front of Care With double day delighted. Chief, ou man Subsides into the smooth expanse of smiles. The goddess ray'd herself: be, wond'ring, feels And, stranger far! the monarch, crown'd by thee, His heart in driving tumults, vig'rous, leap, Beneath his weight of glory gains repose. And gushing ecstasy: bursts out his tongue

What guilt is mine, that I alone am wake, In laud, and unpremeditated song,

Ev'n tbo' my eyes are seal'd, am wake alone? Obedient to the music in his veins.

Ah seal'd, but not by thee! The world is dumb; Thus, when at first, the instantaneous light Exhal'd by air, an awful silence rules, Sprung from the voice of God, and, vivid, threw Still as thy brother's reign, or foot of time; Its golden mantle round the rising ball,

Ev'n nightingales are mute, and lovers rest, The cumb’rous mass, shot through with vital Steep'd in thy influence, and cease to sigh, And plastic energy, to motion rolld (warmth Or only sigh in slumbers, Fifteen nights The drowzy elements, and active rule:

The Moon has walkd in glory o'er the sky; Sudden the morning stars, together, sang,

As oft the Sun bas shone her from the sphere, And shouted all the sons of God for joy.

Since, gentle Sleep, I felt thy cordial dews.
Enters Hygeia, and her task performs,

Then listen to my inoaning; nor delay
With healing fingers touch'd my breast and head; To sooth ine with thy softness; to o’ershade
Three drops into my mouth infus’d, unsern, Thy suppliant with thy pinions: or at least,
Save by the eye of Faith: then re-ascends. Lightly to touch my temples with thy wand.

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So, full and frequent, may the crimson fields Extinct and smother'd in unwieldy clay With poppies blush, por feel a Tarquin's band. Scarce animated: and (O blessing !) now So may the west-wind's sigh, th’murm’ring brook, I seem to tread the winds; to overtake The melody of birds, lanthe's lute,

The empty eagle in her early chase, And music of the spheres, be all the sounds Or nimble-trembling dove, from preyful beak, That dare intrade on thy devoted hour.

In many a rapid, many a cautious round, Nor Boreas bluster, nor the thunder roar,

Wheeling precipitant: I leave behind, Nor screech-owl flap his wing, nor spirit yell, Exulting o'er its aromatic hills, As 'neath the trembling of the Moon he walks, The bounding Bether-roe. The poet's mind, Within the circle of thy still domain.

(Efluence essential of heat and light!) He comes ! he comes! the reconciling pow'r Not mounts a loftier wing, when Fancy leads Of pain, vexation, care, and anguish comes ! The glittring track, and points him to the skies, He bovers in the lazy air:-he melts,

Excursive: he empyreal air inhales, With honey-heaviness, my senses down.- Earth fading from his flight! triumphant soars -1 thank thee, Sleep!-Heav'ns! is the day Amid the pomp of planetary worlds, restor'd

Ranging infinitude, beyond the stretch To my desiring eyes? their lids, unglew'd, Of Newton's ken, reformer of the spheres, Admit the long-lost sight, now streaming in And, gaining on the Heav'ns, enjoys his home! Painfully clear!- check the rapid gleam

The winter of disease all pass'd away, With shading silk, 'till the weak visual orb, The spring of health, in bloomy pride, calls forth Stronger and stronger, dares imbibe the Sun, Embosom'd bliss, of rosy-winged praise Nor, wat'ring, twinkles at unfolded day.

The rising incense, the impassion'd glance As, where, in Lapland, Night collects her reign, Of gratitude, the pant of honour, quick Oppressive, over half the rounded year

With emulating zeal; the florid wish Uninterrupted with one struggling beam; For sacred happiness, and cordial glow Young Orra-Moor, in furry spoils enroll'd, From conscious virtue felt: all the sweet train Shagged and warm, first spies th' imperfect blush Of vernal solitude's refining walks, Of op'ning light, exulting; scarce her eyes Best gift of Heav'n, and source of nameless joys! The lustre bear, tho' faint; but, wid'ning fast Th' unbounded tide of splendour covers, fair, TH' expanded hemisphere; and fills her sight With gladness, wbile her heart, warm-leaping,

NOTES AND ALLUSIONS. burns. Sight, all-expressive! Tho' the feeling sense

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-The sons of light. Thrills from lanthe's hand ; at Handel's lyre Light is the first-born of all creatures, and it is Tingles the ear; tho'smell from blossom'd beans commonly observed that the angels were created at Arabian spirit gathers; and the draught,

the same period of time, St. Austin thinks them Sparkling from Burgundy's exalted vines,

meant under Fiat lux, Let there be light: De Streams Dectar on the palate: yet, O Sight! Civitate Dei, 1. xi. c. 9. This indeed is only Weak their sensations, when compard with thee. conjectural, and we have no article of the apostles Without thee, Nature lies unmeaning gloom. creed which directs upon any considerations of Whatever smiles on Earth, or shines in Heav'n, angels; because perhaps it exceeds the faculties From star of Venus to Adonis flow'r;

of men to understand their nature, and it may Whatever Spring can promise: Summer warm not conduce much to our practical edification to To rich maturity; gay Autumn roll

know them. Yet however this observation may Into the lap of Plenty, or her horn;

serve to illustrate that beautiful passage in the Winter's majestic horrors;- all are thine. book of Job: “When the morning-stars sang toAll varying in order's pleasing round,

gether, and all the sons of God shouted for joy." la regular confusion grateful all! And now progressive health, with kind repair,

P. 50, - - To pristine white relume. My fever-weaken'd joints and languid limbs White has been accounted in all ages the peNew-brace. Live vigour and auxiliar'd nerves culiar tincture of innocence, and white vestments Sinew the freshen'd frame in bands of steel. worn by persons delegated for sacred offices, &c. As in the trial of the furnace ore,

When our Saviour was transfi: ured before his From baser dregs refin'd, and drossy scum, disciples, his raiment became shining, exceeding Flames more refulgent, and admits the stamp white as snow, Mark, chap. ix. 3. When he Of majesty to dignify the gold,

ascended into Heaven, the angels descended in Cæsar or George! the human body, thus, white apparel, Acts i. 10. And to the spouse of Enameld, not deform’d, from sickness' rage the lamb was granted that she should be arrayed More manly features borrows, and a grace in fine linen, clean and white, which is the Severe, yet worthier of its sovereign form.

righteousness of the saints, Rev. xix. ver. 8, 14. The patriarch of Uz, son of the Morn,

Hence the custom of the primitive church of Envy'd of Lucifer, by sores and blanes

clothing the persons baptized in white garments. Sharply improv'd, to fairer honours rose;

Inde parens sacro ducens de fonte sacerdos Less bis beginning blest than latter end.

Infantes, niveo corpore, mente, habitu, How late a tortur'd lump of baleful pain,

Paulinus, epist. xii. The soul immerg'd in one inactive mass Of breathing blanes, each elegance of sense,

The heathens paid likewise a great regard to white: Each intellectual spark and fiery seed

Color albus præcipuè Deo cbarus est. Of reason, mem'ry, judgment, taste and wit,

Cicero de Leg. lib. ü.

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