The Cock is heard from the Booth

More than half the Night is passed.
The Housewife groping in the Gloom
Rekindles the settled Fire.

The Hunter thinks it Day,
And calls his nimble Dog:
He afcends the Hill,

And whistles the Road away :

A Blaft removes the Cloud;

He fees the ftarry Plough of the North: Much of the Night is to pafs;

He nods by the moffy Stone.

Hark, the Whirlwind is in the Wood; Low Murmurs on the Plain.

'Tis the Army of the mighty Dead Returning from the Air!

The Moon refts behind the Hill; The Beam is ftill on the lofty Rock; Long are the Shades of the Trees: But now 'tis dark over all.

Night's dreary, filent and dark!

Receive me, my Friends, from the Night.

SIXTH BAR D.

(The Chief himself.)

LET Clouds reft on the Hill,
Spirits fly, and Travellers fear;
Let the Winds of the Wood arife,
The founding Storm defcend;
Roar Streams and Windows clap,
And green-winged Meteors fly;
Rife the pale Moon on the Mountain,
Or inclofe her Head in Clouds,
Night is alike to me,

Blue, gloomy, or ftormy the Sky.
Night flies, and her goblin Crew,
When Morn is poured on the Hills;
Light returns from the Gloom:

But we return no more!

Where are our Chiefs of old?

Where our Kings of modern Name?

The Fields whereon they fought are filent;

Scarce their moffy Tombs remain.

We too shall be forgot;

This lofty House shall fall:

Our Sons fhall scarce fee its Ruins on the Grafs, And shall afk, Where dwelt our Fathers?

Raise the Song, ftrike the Harp, Send around the Shell of Joy; Suspend a hundred Tapers on high,

Maids and Youths begin the Dance.
Some grey-lock'd Bard be near,
And fing the Deeds of other Times;
Of Kings renown'd in Albion,
Of Chiefs we fee no more.

Thus pass the Night,

Till Morn is grey in our Hall;

Then be the Bow in Hand,

The Dogs and Youth of the Chace;

We afcend the Hill with Day,

And rouze the flying Deer.

* They drank out of a Shell, as great Numbers do still.

LET

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LETTER XLIII.

R. G-, Efq. to Mr. HULL.

Dear HULL,

June 16.

SAFE arrived in Somersetshire, after two pleasant and eafy Days Journey, and am now fet down to write to you, according to my Promife, and to note what Alterations or Innovations I had observed upon, in the Modes and Manners of London, fince I had not been there fo long before.

This Chapter is reduced to fo few Heads, from the feveral Converfations we had together in Town, upon the taking down the Signs, the rooting up the Pofts, the paving and lighting of Oxford-Road, Holborn, Monmouth-Street, and St. Giles's, the constructing of Black-Friars-Bridge, &c. that I cannot recollect any other Remark I made worth mentioning, at prefent, except the introducing of Affes in the City, for the Ufe of Milkmen, Fruiterers, Hawkers, &c.

This I thought a great Improvement, as it ferves to leffen the Number of Barrows that used to interruptj Walkers on the broad Pavements; but this Confideration was damped again at feeing the barbarous Treatment these poor Animals often fuffer from their brutal Guides or Riders. I often thought of STERNE upon thefe Occafions. An Afs is a dull, flow Creature, that will not mend its Pace for Whip or Spur-This thefe Wretches call Obstinacy, and fo punish it for a Defect of Nature, as they would for a moral Vice: for if they reafon at all, you may be fure they reafon thus, because it is wrong.

This has renewed a Reflection in my Mind, that has often occurred to me before, upon the unaccountable Difpofition towards Cruelty exercised against the Brute-Creation, which is too frequently obferved among the general Claffes of Mankind, who have not been reftrained by natural Sentiment, or refined by a liberal Education.

See a Paffage about an Afs in his Sentimental Journey.

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