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Of peace; to smooth the rugged wilderness, And lifts his weary limbs with pain, that scarce
How melts my beating heart! as I behold Some prying eye surprize him ; soon he rears
At his weak shifts and unavailing frauds. Their garments loosely waving in the wind, So midnight tapers waste their last remains, And all the flush of beauty in their cheeks ! Shine forth awhile, and as they blaze expire. While at their sides their pensive lovers wait, From wood to wood redoubling thunders roll, Direct their dubious course ; now chill'd with fear And bellow through the vales; the moving storm Solicitous, and now with love inflam'd.
Thickens amain, and loud triumphant shouts, 0! grant, indulgent Heaven, no rising storm And horns shrill-warbling in each glade, prelude May darken with black wings this glorious scene ! To his approaching fate. And now in view Should some malignant power thus damp our joys, | With hobbling gait, and high, exerts amaz’d Vain were the gloomy cave, such as of old What strength is left: to the last dregs of life Betray'd to lawless love the Tyrian queen. Reduc'd, his spirits fail, on every side For Britain's virtuous nymphs are chaste as fair, Hemm'd in, besieg'd ; not the least opening left Spotless, unblam’d, with equal triumph reign To gleaming hope, th' unhappy's last reserve. In the dun gloom, as in the blaze of day.
Where shall he turn? or whither fly? Despai: Now the blown stag, through woods, bogs, roads, Gives courage to the weak. Resolv'd to die, and streams
He fears no more, but rushes on his foes, Has measur'd half the forest ; but alas !
And deals his deaths around; beneath his feet He flies in vain, he flies not from his fears. These grovelling lie, those by his antlers gor'd Though far he cast the lingering pack behind, Defile th' ensanguin'd plain. Ah! see distress'd His haggard fancy still with horrour views
He stands at bay against yon knotty trunk, 'The fell destroyer; still the fatal cry
That covers well his rear, his front presents Insults his ears, and wounds his trembling heart. An host of foes. O! shun, ye noble train, So the poor fury-haunted wretch (his hands The rude encounter, and believe your lives In guildless blood distain'd) still seems to hear Your country's due alone. As now aloof The dying shrieks; and the pale threatening ghost They wing around, he finds his soul uprais'd, Moves as he moves, and as he flies, pursues. To dare some great exploit; be charges home See here his slot; up yon green hill he climbs, Upon the broken pack, that on each side Pants on its brow awhile, sadly looks back
Fly diverse; then as o'er the turf he strains, On his pursuers, covering all the plain ;
He vents the cooling stream, and up the breeze But wrung with anguish, bears not long the sight, Urges his course with equal violence : Shoots down the steep, and sweats along the vale. Then takes the soil, and plunges in the flood There mingles with the herd, where once he reign'a Precipitant; down the mid-stream he wafts Proud monarch of the groves, whose clashing beam Along, till (like a ship distress’d, that runs His rivals aw'd, and whose exalted power
Into some winding creek) close to the verge Was still rewarded with successful love.
Of a small island, for his weary feet But the base herd have learn’d the ways of men, Sure anchorage he finds, there skulks immers'de Averse they fly, or with rebellious aim
His nose alone above the wave draws in Chase him from thence: needless their impious deed, The vital air ; all else beneath the flood The huntsman knows him by a thousand marks, Conceal'd, and lost, deceives each prying eye Black, and imbost ; nor are his hounds deceiv'd; Of man or brute. In vain the crowding pack Too weil distinguish these, and never leave Draw on the margin of the stream, or cut Their once devoted foe; familiar grows
The liquid wave with oary feet, that move His scent, and strong their appetite to kill. In equal time. The gliding waters leave Again he flies, and with redoubled speed
No trace behind, and his contracted pores Skiins o'er the lawn ; still the tenacious crew But sparingly perspire: the huntsman strains Hang on the track, aloud demand their prey, His labouring lungs, and puffs his cheeks in vain : And push him many a league. If haply then At length a blood-hound bold, studious to kill, Too far escap'd, and the gay courtly train
And exquisite of sense, winds him from far; Behind are cast, the huntsman's clanging whip Headlong he leaps into the flood, his mouth Stops full their bold career; passive they stand, Loud opening spends amain, and his wide throat Urnor'd, an humble, an obsequious crowd, Swells every note with joy; then fearless dives As if by stern Medusa gaz'd to stones.
Beneath the wave, hangs on his haunch, and wounds So at their general's voice whole armies halt Th' unhappy brute, that flounders in the stream In full pursuit, and check their thirst of blood. Sorely distress’d, and struggling strives to mount Soon at the king's command, like hasty streams The steepy shore. Haply once more escap'd, Danm'd up awhile, they foam, and pour along Again he stands at bay, amid the groves With fresh recruited might. The stay, who hop'd of willows, bending low their downy licads. His fores were lost, now once more hears astunn'd Outrageous transport fires the greedy pack ; The dreadful din; he shivers every limb,
These swim the deep, and those crawl up with pain He starts, he bounds, each bush presents a foc.
The slippery bank, while others on firm land Press'd by the fresh relay, no pause allow'd,
Engage; the stag repels each bold assault, Brzatbless, and faint, he faulters in his pace,
Maintains his post, and wounds for wounds returns.
18 when some wily corsair boards a ship
Should he not kill, as erst the Samian sage Full-freighted, or from Afric's golden coasts, Taught unadvis'd, and Indian brachmans now Or India's wealthy strand, his bloody crew
As vainly preach ; the teeming ravenous brutes Upon her deck he slings; these in the deep Might fill the scanty space of this terrene, Drop short, and swim to reach her steepy sides, Encumbering all the globe : should not his care And clinging climb aloft; while those on board Improve his growing stock, their kinds might fail, Urge on the work of Fate ; the master bold, Man might once more on roots and acorns feed, Press'd to his last retreat, bravely resolves
And through the deserts range, shivering, forlorn, To sink his wealth beneath the whelming wave, Quite destitute of every solace dear, His wealth, his foes, nor unreveng'd to die. And every smiling gaiety of life. So fares it with the stag: so he resolves
The prudent huntsman therefore will supply To plunge at once into the flood below,
With annual large recruits his broken pack, Himself, his foes, in one deep gulph immers'd. And propagate their kind: as from the root Ere yet he executes this dire intent,
Fresh scions still spring forth and daily yield In wild disorder once more views the light ; New blooming honours to the parent-tree. Beneath a weight of woe he groans distress'd, Far shall his pack be fam'd, far sought his breed, The tears run trickling down his hairy cheeks; And princes at their tables feast those hounds He weeps, nor weeps in vain. The king beholds His hand presents, an acceptable boon. His wretched plight, and tenderness innate
Ere yet the Sun through the bright Ram has urg'd Moves his great soul. Soon at his high command His steepy course, or mother Earth unbound Rebuk'd, the disappointed, hungry pack,
Her frozen bosom to the Western gale; Retire submiss, and grumbling quit their prey. When feather'd troops, their social leagues dissolvd, Great Prince ! from thee what may thy subjects Select their mates, and on the leafless elm hope ;
The noisy rook builds high her wicker nest, So kind, and so beneficent to brutes !
Mark well the wanton females of thy pack, O Mercy, heavenly born! sweet attribute ! That curl their taper tails, and frisking court Thou great, thou best prerogative of power! Their pyebald mates enamour'd; their red eyes Justice may guard the throne, but, join'd with thee, Flash fires impure; nor rest, nor food they take, On rocks of adamant it stands secure,
Goaded by furious love. In separate cells
The growling rivals in dread battle join,
Heroes of old with far less fury fought
For the bright Spartan dame, their valour's prize.
Mangled and torn thy favourite hounds shall lie, Argumento
Stretch'd on the ground; thy kennel shall appear
A field of blood : like some unhappy town of the necessity of destroying some beasts, and pre- In civil broils confus'd, while Discord shakes
serving others for the use of man. Of breeding Her bloody scourge aloft, fierce parties rage, of hounds ; the season for this business. The Staining their impious hands in mutual death. choice of the dog, of great moment. Of the And still the best beloved, and bravest fall : litter of whelps. Of the number to be reared. Such are the dire effects of lawless love. Of setting them out to their several walks. Care Huntsman ! these ills by timely prudent care to be taken to prevent their hunting too soon. Prevent : for every longing dame select Of entering the whelps. Of breaking them Some happy paramour; to him alone from running at sheep. of the diseases of In leagues connubial join. Consider well hounds. Of their age. Of madness ; two sorts His lineage ; what his fathers did of old, of it described, the dumb and outrageous mad Chiefs of the pack, and first to climb the rock, ness : its dreadful effects. Burning of the wound Or plunge into the deep, or tread the brake recommended as preventing all ill consequences. With thorn sharp-pointed, plashid, and briers inThe infectious hounds to be separated, and fed
woven; apart. The vanity of trusting to the many in. Observe with care his shape, sort, colour, size. fallible cures for this malady. The dismal effects Nor will sagacious huntsmen less regard of the biting of a mad dog, upon man, described. His inward habits : the vain babbler shun, Description of the otter hunting. The conclu- Ever loquacious, ever in the wrong. sion.
His foolish offspring shall offend thy ears
With false alarms, and loud impertinence. WHATE'ER of earth is form d, to earth retums Nor less the shifting cur avoid, that breaks Dissolv'd: the various objects we behold,
Illusive from the pack; to the next hedge Plants, animals, this whole material mass,
Devious he strays, there every muse he tries : Are ever changing, ever new. The soul
If haply then he cross the steaming scent, Of man alone, that particle divine,
Away he flies vain-glorious; and exults Escapes the wreck of worlds, when all things fail. As of the pack supreme, and in his speed Hence great the distance 'twixt the beasts that perish, And strength unrivall’d. Lo! cast far behind, And God's bright image, man's immortal race. His vex'd associates pant, and labouring strain The brute creation are his property,
To climb the steep ascent. Soon as they reach Subservient to his will, and for him made.
Th'insulting boaster, his false courage fails, As hurtful these be kills, as useful those
Behind he lags, doom'd to the fatal noose, Preserves; their sole and arbitrary king.
His master's hate, and scorn of all the field
What can from such be hop'd, but a base brood The panung wretch; till, breathless and astunn'd, of coward curs, a frantic, vagrant race ?
Stretch'd on the turf he lie. Then spare not thou When now the third revolving Moon appears, The twining whip, but ply his bleeding sides With sharpen'd horns, above th' horizon's brink, Lash after lash, and with thy threatening voice, Without Lucina's aid, expect thy hopes
Harsh-echoing from the hills, inculcate loud Are amply crown'd; short pangs produce to light His vile offence. Sooner shall trembling doves The smoking litter ; crawling helpless, blind, Escap'd the hawk's sharp talons, in mid air, Nature their guide, they seek the pouting teat Assail their dangerous foe, than he once mora That plenteous streams. Soon as the tender dam Disturb the peaceful flocks. In tender age Has form'd them with her tongue, with pleasure Thus youth is train'd; as curious artists bend view
The taper pliant twig, or potters form The marks of their renown'd progenitors,
Their soft and ductile clay to various shapes. Sure pledge of triumphs yet to come. All these Nor is 't enough to breed; but to preserve, Select with joy; but to the merciless flood
Must be the huntsman's care. The stanch old Expose the dwindling refuse, nor o'erload
hounds, Th' indulgent mother. If thy heart relent, Guides of thy pack, though but in number fer, Unwilling to destroy, a nurse provide,
Are yet of great account; shall oft untie And to the foster-parent give the care
The Gordian knot, when reason at a stand Of thy superfluous brood; she'll cherish kind Puzzling is lost, and all thy art is vain. The alien offspring ; pleas'd thou shalt behold O'er clogging fallows, o'er dry plaster'd roads, Her tenderness, and hospitable love.
O'er floated meads, o'er plains with flocks distain'd If frolic now and playful they desert
Rank-scenting, these must lead the dubious Their gloomy cell, and on the verdant turf, As party-chiefs in senates who preside, With nerves improv'd, pursue the mimic chase, With pleaded reason and with well-turn'd speech, Coursing around; onto the choicest friends Conduct the staring multitude ; so these Commit thy valued prize : the rustic dames Direct the pack, who with joint cry approve, Shall at thy kennel wait, and in their laps
And loudly boast discoveries not their own. Receive thy growing hopes, with many a kiss
Unnumber'd accidents, and various ills, Caress, and dignify their little charge
Attend thy pack, hang hovering o'er their heads, With some great title, and resounding name And point the way that leads to Death's dark cave. Of high import. But cautious here observe Short is their span; few at the date arrive To check their youthful ardour, nor permit Of ancient Argus in old Homer's song The unexperienc'd younker, immature,
So highly honour'd : kind, sagacious brute ! Alone to range the woods, or haunt the brakes Not ev'n Minerva's wisdom could conceal Where dodging conies sport; his nerves unstrung, Thy much-lov'd master from thy nicer sense. And strength unequal; the laborious chase
Dying his lord he own’d, view'd him all o'er Shall stint
his growth, and his rash forward youth With eager eyes, then clos'd those eyes, well pleas'd. Contract such vicious habits, as thy care
Of lesser ills the Muse declines to sing, And late correction never shall reclaim.
Nor stoops so low; of these each groom can tell When to full strength arriv'd, mature and bold, The proper remedy. But O! what care, Conduct them to the field ; not all at once, What prudence, can prevent madness, the worst But as thy cooler prudence shall direct,
Of maladies ? Terrific pest! that blasts Select a few, and form them by degrees
The huntsman's hopes, and desolation spreads To stricter discipline. With these consort Through all th' unpeopled kennel unrestrain'd, The stanch and steady sages of thy pack,
More fatal than th' envenom'd viper's bite; By long experience vers’d in all the wiles,
Or that Apulian spider's poisonous sting, And subtle doublings of the various Chase. Heal'd by the pleasing antidote of sounds. Easy the lesson of the youthful train
When Sirius reigns, and the Sun's parching beams When instinct prompts, and when example guides. Bake the dry gaping surface, visit thou If the too forward younker at the head
Each ev'n and morn, with quick observant eye, Press boldly on in wanton sportive mood,
Thy panting pack. If, in dark sullen mood, Correct his haste, and let him feel abash'd
The glouting hound refuse his wonted meal, The ruling whip. But if he stoop behind Retiring to some close, obscure retreat, la wary modest guise, to his own nose
Gloomy, disconsolate; with speed remove Confiding sure ; give him full scope to work The poor infectious wretch, and in strong chains His winding way, and with thy voice applaud Bind him suspected. Thus that dire disease His patience, and his care : soon shalt thou view Which art can't cure, wise caution may prevent. The hopeful pupil leader of his tribe,
But, this neglected, soon expect a change,
A dismal change, confusion, frenzy, death.
Malignant vapours taint the ambient air,
Duinb, spiritless, benumb'd; till Death at last 'The wound; spare not thy flesh, nor dread th' event: Gracious attends, and kindly brings relief.
Vulcan shall save when Æsculapius fails. Or, if outrageous grown, behold, alas!
Here should the knowing Muse recount the means A yet more dreadful scene ; his glaring eyes To stop this growing plague. And, here, alas! Redden with fury, like some angry boar
Each hand presents a sovereign cure, and boasts Churning he foams; and on his back erect Infallibility, but boasts in vain. His pointed bristles rise; his tail incurv'd
On this depend, cach to his separate seat He drops, and with harsh broken howlings rends Confine, in fetters bound; give each his mese The poison-tainted air ; with rough hoarse voice Apart, his range in open air ; and then Incessant bays, and snuffs the infectious breeze; If deadly symptoms to thy grief appear, This way and that he stares aghast, and starts Devote the wretch, and let him greatly fall, At his own shade : jealous, as if he deem'd A generous victim for the public weal. The world his foes. If laply towards the stream Sing, philosophic Muse, the dire effects He cast his roving eye, cold horrour chills
Of this contagious bite on hapless man. His soul ; averse he flies, trembling, appall’d. The rustic swains, by long tradition taught Now frantic to the kennel's utmost verge
Of leeches old, as soon as they perceive Raving he runs, and deals destruction round. The bite impress'd, to the sea-coasts repair. The pack fiy diverse; for whate'er he meets Plung'd in the briny flood, th' unhappy youth Vengeful he bites, and every bite is death.
Now journeys home secure; but soon shall wish If now perchance through the weak fence escap'd The seas as yet had cover'd him bencath Far up the wind he roves, with open mouth The foaming surge, full many a fathom decp. Inhales the cooling breeze ; nor man, nor beast, A fate more dismal, and superior ills He spares implacable. The hunter-horse,
Hang o'er his head devoted. When the Moon, Once kind associate of his sylvan toils,
Closing her monthly round, returns again (Who haply now without the kennel's mound To glad the night, or when full-orb'd she shines Crops the rank mead, and listening hears with joy High in the vault of Heaven ; the lurking pest The cheering cry, that morn and eve salutes Begins the dire assault. The poisonous foam His raptur'd sense,) a wretched victim falls. Through the deep wound instillid with hostile rage, Unhappy quadruped ! no more, alas !
And all its fiery particles saline,
Now the distended vessels scarce contain
His trembling nerves, and wandering pungent pains Baleful he bends his course : the village flies Pinch sore the sleepless wretch; his thuttering pulse Alarm'd; the tender mother in her arms
Oft intermits ; pensive, and sad, he mourns Hugs close the trembling babe ; the doors are barr'd, His cruel fate, and to his weeping friends And flying curs, by native instinct taught,
Laments in vain; to hasty anger prone, Shun the contagious bane; the rustic bands Resents each slight offence, walks with quick step, Hurry to arms, the rude militia seize
And wildly stares ; at last with boundless sway Whate'er at hand they find; clubs, forks, or guns, The tyrant frenzy reigns: for as the dog From every quarter charge the furious foe, (Whose fatal bite convey'd th' infectious bane) In wild disorder, and uncouth array:
Raving he foams, and howls, and barks, and bites; Till, now with wounds on wounds oppress'd and Like agitations in his boiling blood gor'd,
Present like species to his troubled mind; At one short poisonous gasp he breathes his last. His nature and his actions all canine,
Hence to the kennel, Muse, return, and view So (as old Homer sung) th' associates wild With heavy heart that hospital of woe;
Of wandering Ithacus, by Circe's charms (grores, Where Horrour stalks at large! insatiate Death To swine transform’d, ran grunting through the Sits growling o'er his prey: each hour presents Dreadful example to a wicked world! A different scene of ruin and distress.
See there distress'd he lies! parch'd up with thirst, How busy art thou, Fate ! and how severe
But dares not drink. Till now at last his soul Thy pointed wrath! the dying and the dead Trembling escapes, her noisome dungeon leares, Promiscuous lie; o'er these the living fight And to some purer region wings away. In one eternal broil; not conscious why
One labour yet remains, celestial Maid ! Nor yet with whom. So drunkards, in their cups,
Another element demands thy song. Spare not their friends, while senseless squabble No more o'er craggy steep, through coverts thick reigns.
With pointed thorn, and briers intricate, Huntsman ! it much behoves thee to avoid Urge on with horn and voice the painful pack: The perilous debate! Ah! rouse up all
But skim with wanton wing the irriguous vale, Thy vigilance, and tread the treacherous ground Where winding streams amid the flowery meads With careful step. Thy fires unquench'd preserve, Perpetual glide along; and undermine As erst the vestal fames; the pointed steel
The cavern'd banks, by the tenacious roots In the hot embers hide; and if surpriz'd
Of hoary willows arch'd ; gloomy retreat Thou foelst the deadly bite, quick urge it home Of the bright scaly kind; where they at will Into the recent sore, and cauterize
On the green watery reed their pasture graze,
Suck the moist soil, or slumber at their ease, That with its hoary head incurv'd salutes
They put him down. See, there he drives along !
Into the sheltering deeps. Ah! there he vents ! Th' amphibious otter feasts. Just is his fate The pack plunge headlong, and pretended spears Deserv'd: but tyrants know no bounds; nor spears Menace destruction : while the troubled surge That bristle on his back, defend the perch
Indignant foams, and all the scaly kind, From his wide greedy jaws; nor burnish'd mail Affrighted, hide their heads. Wild tumult reigns, The yellow carp; nor all his arts can save
And loud uproar. Ah, there once more he vents ! Th' insinuating eel, that hides his head
See, that bold hound has seiz'd him! down they sink Beneath the slimy mud; nor yet escapes
Together lost: but soon shall he repent The crimson-spotted trout, the river's pride, His rash assault. See, there escap'd, he flies And beauty of the stream. Without remorse,
Half-drown'd, and clambers up the slippery bank This midnight pillager, ranging around,
With ouze and blood distain'd. Of all the brutes, Insatiate swallows all. The owner mourns Whether by Nature form’d, or by long use, Th' unpeopled rivulet, and gladly hears
This artful diver best can bear the want
The jovial crew, that march upon its banks Beneath the whelming element. Yet there
He lives not long; but respiration needs
At proper intervals. Again he vents; Far off perhaps, where ancient alders shade Again the crowd attack. That spear has pierc'd The deep still pool, within some hollow trunk His neck; the crimson waves confess the wound. Contrives his wicker couch: whence he surveys Fixt is the bearded lance, unwelcome guest, His long purlieu, lord of the stream, and all Where'er he flies; with him it sinks beneath, The finny shoals his own. But you, brave youths, With him it mounts ; sure guide to every foe. Dispute the felon's claim; try every root,
Inly he groans; nor can his tender wound And every reedy bank; encourage all
Bear the cold stream. Lo! to yon sedgy bank The busy spreading pack, that fearless plunge He creeps disconsolate : his numerous foes Into the flood, and cross the rapid stream.
Surround him, hounds, and men. Pierc'd through Bid rocks and caves, and each resounding shore,
and through, Proclaim your bold defiance; loudly raise On pointed spears they lift him high in air ; Each cheering voice, till distant hills repeat Wriggling he hangs, and grins, and bites in vain : The triumphs of the vale. On the soft sand Bid the loud horns, in gaily-warbling strains, See there his seal impress'd! and on that bank Proclaim the felon's fate; he dies, he dies. Behold the glittering spoils, half-eaten fish,
Rejoice, ye scaly tribes, and leaping dance Scales, fins, and bones, the leavings of his feast. Above the wave, in sign of liberty Ah! on that yielding sag-bed, see, once more Restor'd; the cruel tyrant is no more. His seal I view. O'er yon dank rushy marsh Rejoice secure and bless'd ; did not as yet The sly goose-footed prowler bends his course, Remain some of your own rapacious kind; And seeks the distant shallows. Huntsman, bring And man, fierce man, with all his various wiles. Thy eager pack, and trail him to his couch.
O happy! if ye knew your happy state, Hark! the loud peal begins, the clamorous joy, Ye rangers of the fields; whom Nature boon The gallant chiding, loads the trembling air. Cheers with her smiles, and every element
Ye Naiads fair, who o'er these floods preside, Conspires to bless. What, if no heroes frown Raise up your dripping heads above the wave, From marble pedestals; nor Raphael's works, And hear our melody. Th' harmonious notes Nor Titian's lively tints, adorn our walls? Float with the stream; and every winding creek Yet these the meanest of us may behold; And hollow rock, that o'er the dimpling flood And at another's cost may feast at will Nods pendant, still improve from shore to shore Our wondering eyes; what can the owner more? Our sweet reiterated joys. What shouts! (sounds But vain, alas! is wealth, not grac'd with power. What clamour loud! What gay heart-cheering The flowery landscape, and the gilded dome, Urge through the breathing brass their mazy way! And vistas opening to the wearied eye, Nor quires of Tritons glad with sprightlier strains Through all his wide domain; the planted grove, The dancing billows, when proud Neptune rides The shrubby wilderness, with its gay choir In triumph o'er the deep. How greedily Of warbling birds, can't lull to soft repose They snuff the fishy steam, that to each blade Th' ambitious wretch, whose discontented soul Rank-scenting clings ! See ! how the morning dews Is harrow'd day and night; he mourns, he pines, They sweep, that from their feet besprinkling drop Until his prince's favour makes him great. Dispers'd, and leave a track oblique behind. See, there he comes, th' exalted idol comes ! Now on firm land they range; then in the flood The circle 's form’d, and all his fawning slaves They plunge tumultuous; or through reedy pools Devoutly bow to earth; from every mouth Rustling they work their way: no hole escapes The nauseous flattery flows, which he returns Their curious search. With quick sensation now With promises, that die as soon as born. The fuming vapour stings ; flutter their hearts, Vile intercourse! where virtue has no place. And joy redoubled bursts from every mouth Frown but the monarch ; all his glories fade; la louder symphonies. Yon hollow trunk, He mingles with the throng, outcast, undona,