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Or told wild tales, or drank with greedy car
Romantic ditties which the Minstrel-Seer
Tun'd to his harp, while, as with bolder fire
He threw his raptur'd hand across the wire,
With visions of new glory beam'd each eye,
And loud the gathering chorus rose on high;

60 Till shook the rafter'd roof, and every bound Of the wide castle trembled with the sound.

Rough were the scenes, as was the master's mind, Which Nature, bordering on th' abode, design'd; Forests of age untold, whose unpierc'd wood Ne'er to the labourer's echoing axe bad bow'd; Soft lawns, which mid surrounding coverts spread, By the wild tenants of the scene were fed ; Deep dells, with fern and brake, and twisted thorn Thick-matted, whence the hunter's shrill-ton'd horn 70 Started thi elastic deer, which, stung with fright, Swift as the viewless winds, pursued their flight; Loud torrents, rumbling as they win their course Thro' fretted rocks and winding banks by force; Or rills, that murmur'd music, as their race, Thro' flowery vales, they ran with even pace.

When War's alarms no more around him rag'd, In sports amid these scenes the Chief engag’d; Sports, that became his hardy form !-When Light First 'gan to streak the flying mists of Night, 80 From his rough couch he sprung; his bugle blew, And round him each impatient hunter drew; Then forth the steed of wondrous swiftness came, And thro' the woods he sought th' affrighted game; From morn to eve, woods, plains, and vales and hills With the loud echo of his voice he fills; No toil fatigues him, and do danger stays; Perils the zest of his amusement raise; I 2


Then home to gorgeous balls and blazing fires,
Weary, yet pleas'd with exercise, retires;
The feast is spread; the war-clad walls along
Rings the glad converse, and rebounding song;
And when again the sable-mantled Night
Far o'er the sky has urg'd her heavy flight,
On the bard bed his giant limbs be throws,
And sinks serenely into deep repose!

O age of luxury! O days of ease!
The restless, vigorous, soul ye ne'er can please!
Within your stagnant lakes Corruption breeds,
And on your flowers vile sensual Meanness feeds! 100
As when foul pests have gather'd in the sky
And o'er the globe the death-charg'd vapours fly,
Soon as the mighty Tempest drives his blasts,
And thro' the lurid gloom his lightuing casts,
Vanish the congregated brood of ills,
And heath and sunshine all the landscape fills;
So, when wan Indolence and timid Joy,
The native spirit of the mind destroy,
And fiends of Hell, and sprites of loathsome Pain,
Self-love, Lust, Gluttony, and Hate, enchain; 110
The toils of war, the battle's thundering storm
The sleepy current of the soul reform;
The loaded bosom purge, and bid it flame
With the pure throbbings of a generous fame,
And light with hope, and airy with the fire
Of blest Ambition, up to Heaven aspire !"*


* I had just finished this Essay, when I received the two following from a most valuable and respected Correspondent.


No. II.

On the effects of rural scenery.

"These are thy glorious works, Parent of good !"

Milt. Par. Lost,

The pride and vanity of man, in order to distinguish him from the inferior animals of the creation, instead of having recourse to that reason by which he alone was formed “after the image” and “in the likeness" of his Maker, has led him to imagine a thousand frivolous and trifling marks of difference. Hence one philosopher defines him to be a laughing, and another a weeping animal. One makes the chief criterion be . tween him and brutes, to be that, he walks upon two legs and is not covered with feathers; and another, with an affectation of piety, that he walks upon two legs and looks up to heaven; “Os Hominis sublime dedit, cælumque tueri jussit.” One, that he is the most perfect of creatures; and another, that he is the most helpless. So that, in short, the most inconsiderable varieties of form and manners have served them as sufficient foundations on which to build the most important of all generic distinctions; although in reality a negro,

from under the equator, differs more in mere external appearance from a Greenlander, or an inhabitant of Terra del Fuego, than either of them docs from several other animals.

But though it may be very truly asserted, and few persons will now be disposed to contradict it, that the only real and certain difference between us and all other creatures, consists in the inestimable gift of reason; still this does not completely solve the difficulty; H 3


for beasts also have some degree of understanding; and the wisest of men have never yet been able to explain the exact analogy which the internal faculties of the “half reasoning elephant," and the acute instinct of the dog, bear to our boasted understanding.

There is however one faculty of man, connected indeed with reason; but wholly independant of the exercise of its higher powers, which has, I believe, been entirely overlooked in all the various speculations upon this subject, and which yet seems to form a very marked ground of distinction between the human race and brutes. This is the delight occasioned to the mind by rural scenery; so that I would define man as an “animal capable of receiving pleasure from the beauties of Nature.” Of this there is not the least ground for supposing that other creatures are at all susceptible. No horse or dog, has ever been observed to stop to enjoy the view from a hill; to admire the rising or betting sun; or to choose to repose in a shady valley unless from the want of its shelter from the heat. A dog indeed will frisk in the snow, and, as Cowper says, will

“Shake his powder'd coat, and bark for joy:"

but he is never seen to admire the frozen fog which hangs on the tree, nor the glitter of the sunbeanis on the icirle which is suspended from the roof; and the horse bounds over the verdant mead with as much pleasure in a dreary marsh as on the mountain's top.

Fut if this be greater, still perhaps it may be said that this is an enjoyment not natural, but acquired, and therefore no distinction of man with respect to his genus; but either a natural taste in some individuals,


or else dependent wholly upon the improvement of the mind. If this be so, my argument is certainly illfounded, but I believe the very reverse to be the fact; I believe the most stupid and ignorant peasant receives as much temporary gratification by a view from a hill, or in a pleasant dale, as Gilpin himself ever did. Possibly indeed much more; for he has no power of frittering away his feelings by the exercise of his judgment in classing and analysing the objects before him, and thus finding a mountain too pointed, or a dale too circular, and its edges too strongly defined for picturesque beauty.

See the countryman upon a hill which commands what is commonly called a fine view. He opens his eyes, and stares around him with a grin of exquisite delight-"What a vast fine prospect here be! What a power of churches! and look, here's the river, and there's the wood! Sure 'tis a noble view, what a mort of miles one can see !” Place him in a deep valley, a Vaucluse if you will, and he exclaims, “What a vast pleasant place, so shady like, so green, and the water so clear! and then it is so lonesome-Why, a body may think here, without nobody's coming to interrupt him."

Now in both these cases who will venture to say that the rude and uninformed peasant does not feel as much delight as a Radcliffe, or a Charlotte Smith, would do in similar situations. True it is, that the artless and, honest expressions of his feelings are not clothed in the glowing colours of the one, or the natural


elegant language of the other. But the internal sensation is the same, and the only difference is, that he has no power of imparting the pleasure he has experienced to H 4.


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