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Nor is he always severe. He is perpetually en-livening the mind of his readers by sportive descriptions, and by representing, in elevated measure, ludicrous objects and circumstances, a species of the mock-heroic of which Philips was the first author. In this latter sort of style Mr. Cowper has displayed great powers of versification, and great talents for humor. Of this the historical account he has given of chairs, in the first book of the Task, is a striking specimen.

The attention, however, is the most detained by those passages, in which the charms of rural life, and the endearments of domestic retirement, are pour. trayed. It is in vain to search in any poet of ancient or modern times for more pathetic touches of representation. The Task abounds with incidents, intro-duced as episodes, and interposing an agreeable relief to the grave and serious parts of the poetry. Who has not admired his crazy Kate? A description in which the calamity of a disordered reason is painted vith admirable exactness and simplicity.

“ She begs an idle pin of all she meets." I know of no poets who would have introduced so minute a circumstance into his representation; yet who is there that does not perceive that it derives its effect altogether from the minuteness with which it is drawn?

It were an endless task to point out the beauties of the poem. It is now established in its reputation, and, by universal consent, it has given Cowper a very high place among the English poets.




ARGUMENT OF THE FIRST BOOK. Historical deduction of seats, from the stool to the Sofa....A school

boy's ramble....A walk in the country.... The scene described.... Rural sounds as well as sights delightful....Another walk....Mistake concerning the charms of solitude corrected....Colonnades commended....Alcove, and the view from it.... The wilderness.... The grove.... The thresher.... The necessity and the benefits of exercise.... The works of nature superior to, and in some instances inimitable by, art.... The wearisomeness of what is commonly called a life of pleasure....Change of scene sometimes expedient....A common described, and the character of Crazy Kate introduced....Gipsies.... The blessings of civilized life.... That state most favorable to virtue.... The South Sea islanders compassionated, but chiefly Omai....His present state of mind supposed.... Civilized life friendly to virtue, but not great cities.... Great cities, and London in particular, allowed their due praise, but censured....Fete champetre.... The book concludes with a reflection on the fatal effects of dissipation and effeminacy upon our public





I sing the sofa. I, who lately sang
Truth, Hope, and Charity,* and touch'd with awe
The solemn chords, and with a trembling hand,
Escap'd with pain from that advent'rous flight,
Now seek repose upon an humbler theme;
The theme though humble, yet august and proud
Th’occasion for the Fair commands the song.

Time was, when clothing sumptuous or for use, Save their own painted skins, our sires had none. As yet black breeches were not ; satin smooth, Or velvet sost, or plush with shassy pile: The hardy chief upon the rugged rock Wash'd by the sea, or on the grav’ly bank Thrown up by wintry torrents roaring loud, Fearless of wrong, repos’d his weary strength. Those barb'rous ages past, succeeded next The birth-day of invention; weak at first, Dull in design, and clumsy to perform. Joint-stools were then created; on three legs

Sce Poems, vol. I.


Upborne they stood. Three legs upholding firm
A massy slab, in fashion square or round.
On such a stool immortal Alfred sat,
And sway'd the sceptre of his infant realms :
And such in ancient halls and mansions drear
May still be seen; but perforated sore,
And drill'd in holes, the solid oak is found,
By worms voracious eating through and through.

At length a generation more refin'd Improv'd the simple plan; made three legs four, Gave them a twisted form vermicular, And.o’er the seat, with plenteous wadding stuff'd, Induc'd a splendid cover, green and blue, Vellow and red, of tap’stry richly wrought And woven close, or needle-work sublime. There might ye see the piony spread wide, The full-blown rose, the shepherd and his lass, Lap-dog and lambkin with black staring eyes, And parrots with twin cherries in their beak.

Now came the cane from India, smooth and bright With nature's varnish ; sever'd into stripes That interlac'd each other, these supplied Of texture firm a lattice-work, that brac?d The new machine, and it became a chair. But restless was the chair; the back erect Distress'd the weary loins, that feit no ease; The slipp'ry seat betray'd the sliding part That press’d it, and the feet hung dangling down, Anxious in vain to find the distant floor. These for the rich : the rest, whom fate had plac'd

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