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ven, the other finks it into hell; the one is the root of all mischief, the other the parent of all

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good. The one, which is represented to have fprung from the ocean, is as various and raging in the human breaft as the fea itself; but the other, which is the golden chain that was let down from heaven to bind congenial fouls in celestial happiness, is mild, placid, and discreet.

If divine Plato's words be right,
Two Loves on earth there are;
The one a heaven-discover'd light,
To bless the auspicious pair:
The other is of earth-form'd mould,
Flying on Fancy's wing,

Dishonest, wanton, uncontroul'd,

And fraught with Misery's sting*.

But the miseries and misfortunes, which are likely to attend this disease of love, cannot, perhaps,

* Love is a mixed paffion, founded, on the one hand, on the natural defire of the fexes; and, on the other hand, on defires which, although not fo ungovernable as this, are more lafting in kind, and purer in their object: they are commonly, called fentiments of the heart. The union of the fexes is the work of nature, and is a law which all men, in common with all animals, obey: the union of mind is not only peculiar to men, but is not even general among mankind; for it appears to be the offspring of civilization and culture: by the first mentioned defire, the great object of animal life is completed; by the fe cond, the sphere of happiness is increased and promoted, CRICHTON on Mental Derangement.

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OF LOVE MELANCHOLY.

haps, be better defcribed than by fhewing the wicked and malevolent character of its author CUPID, as given by his mother Venus, in the language of the poet Mofchus.

His skin is not white, but the colour of flame ;
His eyes are most cruel, his heart is the same :
His delicate lips with persuasion are hung;

But, ah! how they differ, his mind and his tongue!
His voice, sweet as honey; but nought can controul,
Whene'er he's provok'd, his implacable soul..
He never speaks truth; full of fraud is the boy;
Deep woe is his pastime, and sorrow his joy.
His head is embellish'd with bright curling hair;
He has confident looks, and an insolent air.

Though his hands are but little, yet darts he can fling
To the regions below, and their terrible king.
His body quite naked to view is reveal'd;

But he covers his mind, and his thoughts are conceal'd.
Like a bird light of feather, the branches among,
He skips here and there to the old and the young:
From the men to the maids on a sudden he strays,
And, hid in their hearts, on their vitals he preys.
The bow which he carries is little and light:
On the nave is an arrow wing'd ready for flight;
A short little arrow, yet swiftly it flies
Through regions of æthers, and pierces the skies.
A quiver of gold on his fhoulders is bound,

Stor❜d with darts, that alike friends and enemies wound.
Ev'n I, his own mother, in vain strive to shun

His arrows-so fell and so cruel my son.
His torch is but small, yet so ardent its ray,
It scorches the sun, and extinguishes day..

GOODNESS

GOODNESS is the faireft fpring and pureft fountain of conjugal affection; and from this fource flow all those graces which fo eminently adorn female beauty, whether of perfon or of mind. Beauty, indeed, fhines with fuch vivid luftre, that it causes immediate admiration by reason of its splendour; but the fair object cannot hope to be beloved, until the mind of the admirer is fatisfied of her goodness; for the ideas of good and fair cannot eafily be feparated. As amber attracts a ftraw, fo does beauty admiration, which only lafts while the warmth continues: but virtue, wisdom, goodness, and real worth, like the loadstone, never lofe their power. Thefe are the true graces, which, as Homer feigns, are linked and tied hand in hand, because it is by their influence that human hearts are fo firmly united to each other,

Hail! bright VIRTUE, hail! without thee what are all
Life's gayeft trappings; what the fleeting show
Of youth or charms, which for a moment spread
Their visionary bloom, but withering die,
Nor leave remembrance of their fancied worth!
O! how adorn'd in heaven's all-glorious pomp
Fair Virtue comes, and in her radiant train
Ten thousand beauties wait. Behold she comes
To fill the soul with never-ceasing joy!
Attend her voice, sweet as the solemn sounds
Of cherubs, when they strike their golden harps
Symphonious. Hence, ye fond delusive dreams

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OF LOVE MELANCHOLY.

Of fleeting pleasure! She the heart distends
With more enduring bliss: these charms will bloom
When time shall cease; e'en Beauty's self by these
More lovely seems, she looks with added grace,
And smiles seraphic. Whate'er adorns
The female breast, whate'er can move the soul
With fervent rapture, every winning grace,
All mild endearment, tenderness and love,
Is taught by VIRTUE, and by her alone.

The heroic paffion of love is engendered by LUXURY and IDLENESS, (the effects of which we have already defcribed,) by SIGHT, by BEAUTY, by DRESS, and other blandifhments of the like frivolous and exterior kind.

SIGHT is, of all other fenfes, the first step to this unruly paffion; for it is the channel through which the rays of beauty, and the graces of demeanour, first make their way towards the heart. Love is a natural inbred affection of the human heart, which feels the want of a companion to render its happiness complete; but fight is the means by which the fair object is first pointed out. As a view of pomp infpires ambition; as the fight of gold engenders covetousness; fo does the fight of a beautiful woman beget love. A boy, who had from his infancy been brought up in the deep receffes of a foreft, by a venerable

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and pious hermit, faw by chance, when he had attained manhood, two lovely females, who had wandered in their walks within view of the fequestered cell. He inquired earnestly, and with anxious emotion, of the old man, what creatures they were. The hermit told him they were fairies; but, on his asking him fome time afterwards, what was the pleasantest object he had ever seen, he readily replied, with a heart-felt figh, Oh, father, the two fairies whom we lately faw in the purlieu of the wood.

Thus when the rustic swain

Saw sleeping Beauty on the grassy bank,
Reclin'd at ease, and careless beaning round
Her charms attractive, while upon her face
Play'd all the laughing loves, surpriz'd he gaz'd,
And felt a thousand transports shoot along
His shivering nerves; felt his unfeeling heart,
Unus'd to pant, with soft emotion heave,
And while he trembling view'd, began to love.

Plotinus, indeed, derives love from fight, pws QUASI paσis; and the eyes are certainly its fecret orators, and first harbingers. Scaliger calls them Cupid's arrows; Tibullus, the torches of defire: and, as the bafilifk is faid to kill afar off by fight, fo do the fexes inveigle and destroy each other by the mutual glances of enamoured eyes. The

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