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But fave us from fuch murderers as thefeyn, ik zal ZhaW
Might Bendo live but half a patriarch's age, og ba

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Th' unpeopled world would fink beneath his rage; 1
Nor need, t'appeafe the juft Creator's ire,

A second deluge, or confuming fire!

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He winks one eye, and knits his brow fevere,
Then from his hand launches the flying fphere;
Out of the green the guiltless wood he hurl'd,
Swift as his patients from this nether world:
Then grinn'd malignant; but the jocund crowd
Deride his fenfelefs rage, and fhout aloud.

Next, Zadock, 'tis thy turn, imperious prieft!
Still late at church, but early at a feast.
No turkey-cock appears with better grace ;
His garments black, vermilion paints his face :
His wattles hang upon his stiffen'd band,
His platter feet upon the trigger ftand,
He grafps the bowl in his rough brawny hand:
Then fquatting down, with his grey goggle eyes,
He takes his aim, and at the mark it flies.
Zadock purfues, and wabbles o'er the plain;

But shakes his ftrutting paunch, and ambles on in vain :
For, oh! wide erring, to the left it glides ;
The inmate lead the lighter wood misguides.
He sharp reproofs with kind entreaties joins,
Then on the counter fide with pain reclines,
As if he meant to regulate it's course,.....
By pow'r attractive and magnetick force.
Now, almoft in defpair, he raves, he ftorms,
Writhes his unwieldy trunk in various forms.
Unhappy Proteus! ftill in vain he tries

A thousand fhapes; the bowl erroneous flies,
Deaf to his pray'rs, regardless of his cries:
His puffing cheeks with rifing rage inflame,
And all his sparkling rubies glow with shame.

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Bendo's proud heart, proof against Fortune's frown,
Refolves once more to make the prize his own:
Cautious he plods, furveying all the green,
And measures with his eye the space between.
But as on him 'twas a peculiar curfe
To fall from one extreme into a worfe;
Confcious of too much vigour, now for fear
He should exceed, at hand he checks the fphere.
Soon as he found it's languid force decay,
And the too weak impreffion die away,
Quick after it he fcuds; urges behind,
Step after step; and now, with anxious mind,
Hangs o'er the bowl, flow-creeping on the plain,
And chides it's faint efforts, and bawls amain :
Then on the guiltless green the blame to lay,
Curfes the mountains that obftru&t his way;
Brazens it out with an audacious face,

Iis infolence improving by difgrace.

Zadock, who now with three black mugs had chear'd His drooping heart, and his funk fpirits rear'd,

Advances to the trigg with folemn pace,

And ruddy hope fits blooming on his face.

The bowl he pois'd; with pain his hams he bends; 456

On well-chofe ground unto the mark it tends :

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Each adverse heart pants with unusual fear,

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With joy he follows the propitious fphere.

Alas! how frail is ev'ry mortal scheme!

We build on fand, our happiness a dream..stoń trī
Bendo's fhort bowl stops the prond victor's course,

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Purloins his fame, and deadens all it's force,
At Bendo from cach corner of his eyes

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He darts malignant rays, then mutt'ring fies

Into the bowr; there, panting and half dead,

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Mufe! raife thy voice; to win the glorious prize, A. Bid all the fury of the battle rifíe.

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BEAUTIES OF POETRY.

Thefe but the light-arm'd champions of the field;
See Griper there, a veteran well skill'd!

This able pilot knows to steer a cause it
Thro' all the rocks and fhallows of the laws;
Or if 'tis wreck'd, his trembling client faves.
On the next plank, and disappoints the waves.
In this, at least, all hiftories agree,

That tho' he loft his caufe-he fav'd his fee.
When the fat client looks in jovial plight,
How complaifant the man! each point how right!
But if th' abandon'd orphan puts his cafe,
And poverty fits fhrinking on his face-
How like a cur he fnarls, when at the door
For broken fcraps he quarrels with the poor!
The farmer's oracle, when rent-day's near,
And landlords, by forbearance, are fevere;
When huntsmen trefpafs, or his neighbour's fwine;
Or tatter'd Crape extorts, by right divine.
Him all the rich their contributions pay, -
Him all the poor with aching hearts obey!

He in his fwan-fkin doublet ftruts along;

Now begs, and now rebukes the preffing throng.
A paffage clear'd, he takes his aim with care,
And gently from his hand lets loose the sphere:
Smooth as a swallow o'er the plain it flies,
While he pursues it's track with eager eyes;
It's hopeful courfe approv'd, he shouts aloud,
Claps both his hands, and juftles through the crowd.
Hov'ring a while, foon at the mark it stood,
Hung o'er inclin'd, and fondly kifs'd the wood. or 3 1.
Loud is th' applaufe of ev'ry betting friend,

And peals of clam'rous joy the concave rend:
But in each hoftile face a difmal gloom

Appears, the fad prefage of lofs to come.

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'Mong thefe Trebellius, with a mournful airli sa ba Of livid hue, juft dying with despair,

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Shuffles about, fcrews his chop-fallen face,
And no whipp'd gig so often shifts his place;
Then gives his fage advice with wondrous fkill,
Which no man ever heeds, or ever will:
Yet he perfifts, inftructing to confound,

And with his cane points out the dubious ground.
Strong Nimrod now, fresh as the rifing dawn,
Appears; his finewy limbs and folid brawn
The gazing crowd admires. He nor in courts
Delights, nor pompous balls; but rural sports
Are his foul's joy. At the horn's brisk alarms
He shakes th' unwilling Phillis from his arms;
Mounts with the fun, begins his bold career,
To chafe the wily fox or rambling deer.
So Hercules, by Juno's dread command,
From favage beasts and monsters freed the land.
Hark! from the covert of yon gloomy brake
Harmonious thunder rolls, the forests shake!
Men, boys, and dogs, impatient for the chace,
Tumultuous transports flush in ev'ry face!
With ears erect the courfer paws

the ground,

Hills, vales, and hollow rocks, with chearing cries refound. • Drive down the precipice, brave youths! with fpeed;" • Bound o'er the river banks, and smoke along the mead !' But whither would the devious Mufe purfue

The pleafing theme, and my past joys renew?
Another labour now demands thy fong.-

Stretch'd in two ranks, behold th'expecting throng,
As Nimrod pois❜d the fphere. His arm he drew
Back like an arrow in the Parthian yew,

Then launch'd the whirling globe, and full as fwift it flew :

Bowls dafh'd on bowls confounded all the plain;

Safe ftood the foe, well-cover'd by his train.

Affaulted tyrants thus their guard defends,

Efcaping by the ruin of their friends.

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But now he stands expos'd, their order broke,
And seems to dread the next decifive stroke.
So at fome bloody fiege, the pond'rous ball
Batters with ceafelefs rage the crumbling wall,
(A breach once made ;) foon galls the naked town,
Riots in blood, and heaps on heaps are thrown.

Each avenue thus clear'd, with aching heart
Griper beheld, exerting all his art;

Once more refolves to check his furious foe,
Block up the paffage, and elude the blow.
With cautious hand, and with lefs force, he threw
The well-pois'd sphere, that gently circling flew ;
But stopping short, cover'd the mark from view.
So little Teucer, on the well-fought field,
Securely fculk'd behind his brother's fhield.
Nimrod, in dangers bold, whofe heart elate
Nor courted Fortune's fmiles nor fear'd her hate,
Perplex'd, but not difcourag'd, walk'd around,
With curious eye examin'd all the ground;
Not the leaft op'ning in the front was found.
Sideway he leans, declining to the right,
And marks his way, and moderates his might.
Smooth gliding o'er the plain th' obedient sphere
Held on it's dubious road, while hope and fear
Alternate ebb'd and flow'd in ev'ry breast:
Now rolling nearer to the mark it press'd;
Then chang'd it's courfe, by the firong bias rein'd,
And on the foe discharg'd the force that yet remain'd.
Smart was the ftroke; away the rival fied ::

The bold intruder triumph'd in his ftead.

Victorious Nimrod seiz'd the glitt'ring prize ;
Shouts of outrageous joy invade the fkies:
Hands, tongues, and caps, exalt the victor's fame ;
Sabrina's banks return him loud acclaim.

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