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in that particular, as erroneous. Still, however, I must remain a professed ancient on that head; and continue to think those luxuries prejudicial to states by which so many vices are introduced, and so many kingdoms have been undone. Indeed, so much has been poured out of late on the other side of the question, that merely for the sake of novelty and variety, one would sometimes wish to be in the right.
THE DESERTED VILLAGE.
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheer'd the labouring
swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delay'd. Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could
please ; How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endear'd each scene; How often have I paus’d on every charm, The shelter'd cot, the cultivated farm, The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topt the neighb'ring
hill; The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the
shade, For talking age and whisp'ring lovers made ! How often have I bless'd the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree?
While many a pastime circled in the shade,
like these, With sweet succession, taught e’en toil to please; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence
shed, These were thy charms, but all these charms
Along thy glades, a solitary guest,
Ili fares the land, to hast’ning ills a prey,
A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintain’d its man ; For him light Labourspread her wholesomestore, Just gave what life requir’d, but gave no more : His best companions, innocence and health ; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
But times are alter'd ; trade's unfeeling train Usurp the land, and dispossess the swain; Along the lawn, where scatter'd hamlets rose, Unwieldy wealth and cumb'rous pomp repose ; And every want to luxury allied, And every pang that folly pays to pride. Those gentler hours that plenty bade to bloom, Those calm desires that ask'd but little room, Those healthful sports that grac'd the peaceful
scene, Liv'd in each look, and brighten'd all the green.