...existence without reflecting on its state: " The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Ilad he thy reasoa would he skip and play ? Pleased to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood." Life, therefore, has its due measure...

...thousand years ago. III. Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state : From brutes what men, from men...to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood....

...present state ; From brutes what men, from n,en what spirits know. Or who eould suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would lie skip and play? Pleas'd to the last, he erops the flow'ry food, And lieks the hand just rais'd to...

...or a sparrow fall ; Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world. 90 The Lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the fiow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood....

...life, or at least of the sen'secf pain. Mr. Pope has finely descrihed this in his ethic epistles;' • The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to.day, Had he thy reason, wonld he skip and play! . Pleas'd to the last he crops the flow'ry fond, And licks the hand jnst rais'd...

...and in the same moment fawning on those who have the knife half out of the sheath, pour innocent! ' Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.' " With this parting blow of consummate scorn, well deserved by the noble Duke, he leaves him to such...

...present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know; Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason would he skip and play I Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind ; His soul...

...such books as these. The motto, I see, is from Pope. I daresay, very much to the purpose. (Reads.) " The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he sport and play ? Pleas'd to the last, he crops his flowery food, And licks the hand" Bless us, is that...

...sings of one of the loveliest victim* of the master animal of prey : Pleased to the last he crops his flowery food. And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood. But, if habitual caution among many of the tribes of life is, however, excited by the circumstance...

...supply our wants, ignorant of the fate that awaits him, skips about contented and happy, " Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood." POPE. That one species of animals therefore should prey upon another, cruel...