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The Monarch hears the thundering Peals around,
From trembling Woods and echoing Hills rebound,
Nor mises yet, amid the deafening Train,
The Roarings of the hoarse-resounding Main.

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The Sun now rolling down the Western Way,
4 Blaze of Fires renews the fading Day;
RJnnumber'd Barks the Regal Barge infold,
Brightening the Twilight with its beamy Gold;
Les; thick the finny Shoals, a countles, Fry,
Before the Whale or kingly Dolphin fly.
In one vast Shout he seeks the crouded Strand,
And in a peal of Thunder gains the Land.

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* H E following Letter having in it some Observa-
tions out of the common Road, I shall make it
the Entertainment of this Day.

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* I F the Notion of a gradual Rise in Beings, from the meanest to the most High, be not a vain Imagination, it is not improbable that an Angel looks down upon a Man, as a Man doth upon a Creature which approaches the nearest to the rational Nature. By the same Rule (if I may indulge my Fancy in this Particular) a superior Brute looks with a kind of Pride on one of an inferior Species. If they could refle&t, we might imagine from the Gestures of some of them that they think themselves the Sovereigns of the World, and that all things were made for them. Such a Thought would not be more absurd in Brute Creatures, than one which Men are apt to entertain, namely, That all the Stars in the Firmament were created only to please their Eyes and amuse their Imaginations. Mr. Dryden, in his Fable of the Cock and the Fox, makes. a Speech for his Hero the Cock, which is a pretty Instance for this Purpose.

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