Whence yet from Tibur's Sabine vale
Delicious blows th' enlivening gale,
While Horace calls thy fportive choir,
Heroes and nymphs around his lyre.

But fee where yonder penfive fage
(A prey perhaps to fortune's rage,
Perhaps by tender griefs opprefs'd,
Or glooms congenial to his breast)
Retires in defert fcenes to dwell,
And bids the jaylefs world farewell.
Alone he treads th' autumnal fhade,
Alone beneath the mountain laid
He fees the nightly damp afcend,
And gathering ftorms aloft impend;
He hears the neighbouring furges roll,
And raging thunders shake the pole :
Then, ftruck by every object round,

And stunn'd by every horrid found,

He afks a clue for nature's ways;

But evil haunts him through the maze :
He fees ten thousand demons rife
To wield the empire of the skies,
And chance and fate affume the rod,
And malice blot the throne of God.

O thou, whofe pleafing power I fing,
Thy lenient influence hither bring;
Compose the storm, difpel the gloom,
Till nature wear her wonted bloom,

Till.

Till fields and fhades their fweets exhale,
And mufic fwell each opening gale :
Then o'er his breast thy softness pour,
And let him learn the timely hour
To trace the world's benignant laws,
And judge of that prefiding Cause
Who founds on difcord beauty's reign,
Converts to pleasure every pain,
Subdues each hoftile form to reft,
And bids the universe be blefs'd.

O thou, whose pleasing power I fing,

If right I touch the votive string,
If equal praise I yield thy name,
Still govern thou thy poet's flame;
Still with the Mufe my bofom share,
And footh to peace intruding care.
But moft exert thy pleasing power
On Friendship's confecrated hour;
And while my Sophron points the road
To godlike Wisdom's calm abode,
Or warm in Freedom's ancient cause
Traces the fource of Albion's laws,
Add thou o'er all the generous toil
The light of thy unclouded smile.
But, if by Fortune's stubborn fway
From him and Friendship torn away,

I court the Mufe's healing fpell
For griefs that ftill with absence dwell,
Do thou conduct my fancy's dreams
To fuch indulgent placid themes,
As juft the ftruggling breast may cheer,
And juft fufpend the ftarting tear,
Yet leave that facred fenfe of woe
Which none but friends and lovers know..

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ERY few people are good œconomifts of their fortune, and still fewer of their time; and yet, of the two the latter is the most precious. I heartily wish you to be a good œconomist of both; and you are now of an age to begin to think seriously of these two important articles. Young people are apt to think they have fo much time before them, that they may fquander what they please of it, and yet have enough left; as very great fortunes have frequently feduced people to a ruinous profufion. Fatal miftakes, always repented of, but always too late! Old Mr. Lowndes, the famous fecretary of the treasury, in the reigns of king William, queen Ann, and king George the First, used to say, "Take care of the pence, and the pounds will take care of themselves."

This holds equally true as to time; and I moft earneftly recommend to you the care of thofe minutes and quarters of hours, in the course of the day, which people think too fhort to deferve their attention; and yet, if fummed up at the end of the year, would amount to a very confiderable portion of time. For G 6 example ::

example, you are to be at such place at twelve, by appointment: you go out at eleven, to make two or three vifits first; those persons are not at home: instead of fauntering away that intermediate time at a coffeehouse, and poffibly alone; return home; write a letter, beforehand, for the enfuing poft, or take up a good book, I do not mean Defcartes, Mallbranche, Locke, or Newton, by way of dipping; but fome book of rational amufement; and detached pieces, as Horace, Boileau, Waller, La Bruyere, &c. This will be fo much time faved, and by no means ill employed. Many people lose a great deal of time by reading: for they read frivolous and idle books; fuch as the abfurd romances of the two laft centuries, where characters, that never exifted, are infipidly difplayed, and fentiments, that were never felt, pompously defcribed; tlie oriental ravings and extravagancies of the Arabian Nights, and Mogul Tales; and fuch fort of idle frivolous stuff, that nourishes and improves the mind, just as much as whipped cream would the body. Stick to the beft eftablished books in every language; the celebrated poets, hiftorians, orators, or philofophers. By these means (to use a city metaphor) you will make fifty per cent of that time, of which others do not make above three or four, probably nothing at all.

Many people lofe a great deal of their time by lazinefs; they loll and yawn in a great chair, tell them

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