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Beneath whose gory fangs a leveret bleeds,
Or pig-such pig as fertile China breeds.

Struck with the sight the wond’ring savage stands, Rolls his broad eyes, and clasps his lifted hands; Then restless roams—and loaths bis wonted food; Shuns the salubrious stream, and thirsts for blood. 75

By thought matured, and quicken'd by desire, New arts, new arms, his wayward wants require. From the tough yew a slender branch he tears, With self-taught skill the twisted grass prepares; The unfashion’d bow with labouring efforts bends 80 In circling form, and joins the unwilling ends. Next some tall reed he seeks—with sharp-edg'd stone Shapes the fell dart, and points with whiten’d bone.


Then forth he fares. Around in careless play, Kids, pigs, and lambkins unsuspecting stray. With grim delight he views the sportive band, Intent on blood, and lifts his murderous hand;

or to man in a state of civilized society. First suggested by the circumstance here related.

Ver. 71. Pigs of the Chinese breed most in request.

Ver. 76. First formation of a bow. Introduction to the science of archery.

Ver. 79. Grass twisted, used for a string, owing to the want of other materials not yet invented.

Ver. 83. Bone-fish's bone found on the sea-shore, shark's teeth, &c. &c.

Twangs the bent bow-resounds the fateful dart,
Swift-wing’d, and trembles in a porker's heart.

Ah ! hapless porker! what can now avail 90 Thy back’s stiff bristles, or thy curly tail ? Ab! what avail those eyes so small and round, Long pendent ears, and snout that loves the ground ?

Not unreveng'd thou diest !—In after times 94 From thy spilt blood shall spring unnumber'd crimes. Soon shall the slaughtrous arms that wrought thy woe, Improved by malice, deal a deadlier blow; When social Man shall pant for nobler game, And 'gainst his fellow man the vengeful weapon aim.

As love, as gold, as jealousy, inspires

100 As wrathful hate, or wild ambition fires, Urged by the statesman's craft, the tyrant's rage, Embattled nations endless wars shall wage, Vast seas of blood the ravaged field shall stain, And millions perish, that a King may reign!


Ver. 90. Ah! what avails, &c.—See Pope's Description of the Death of a Pheasant.

Ver. 93. “ Wich leaden eye that loves the ground.”

Ver. 94. The first effusion of blood attended with the most dreadful consequences to mankind.

Ver. 97. Social Man's wickedness opposed to the simplicity of savage life. Ver. 100 and 101. Different causes of war among men.


For blood once shed, new wants and wishes rise; Each rising want invention quick supplies. To roast his victuals is Man's next desire, So two dry sticks he rubs, and lights a fire; Hail fire, &c. &c.

Ver. 106 Invention of fire-first employed iu cookery, and produced by rubbing dry sticks together.


March 5. We are obliged to a learned Correspondent for the fol

lowing ingenious imitation of Bion.—We will not shock the eyes of our fair Readers with the original Greek, but the following Argument will give them some idea of the nature of the Poem here imitated.


Venus is represented as bringing to the Poet, while

sleeping, her son Cupid, with a request that he would teach him Pastoral Poetry-Bion complies, and endeavours to teach him the rise and progress of that art :-Cupid laughs at his instructions, and in his turn teaches his master the Loves of Men and Gods, the Wiles of his Mother, &c.Pleased with his lessons, says Bion, I forgot what I lately taught Cupid, and recollect in its stead, only what Cupid taught me.


Written at St. Anne's Hill.
Scarce had sleep my eyes o’erspread,
Ere Alecto sought my bed ;
In her left hand a torch she shook,
And in her right led J-H-ne-T--ke.

O thou! who well deserv'st the bays, Teach him, she cried, Sedition's lays— She said, and left us ; I, poor fool, Began the wily priest to school; Taught him how M-ra sung of lights Blown out by troops o'stormy nights ; How E-sk-e, borne on rapture's wings, At clubs and taverns sweetly sings Of self-while yawning Whigs attendSelf first, last, midst, and without end ; How B-df—d piped, ill-fated Bard ! Half-drown'd in empty Palace-yard ; How L--sd--ne, nature's simple child, At B-w-d trills his wood-notes wild How these and more (a phrenzied choir) Sweep with bold hand Confusion's lyre, Till madding crowds around them storm “ FOR ONE GRAND RADICAL REFORM.”

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T-ke stood silent for a while,
Listening with sarcastic smile:
Then in verse of calmest flow,
Sung of treasons deep and low,
of rapine, prisons, scaffolds, blood,
Of war against the great and good;
Of Venice, and of Genoa's doom,
Aud fall of unoffending Rome;
Of monarchs from their station hurld,
And one waste desolated world.

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