lead the devout man to the contemplation of a First Cause, the Life, and Soul, and Energy of All. Hence we observe a kind of culpable inattention and indifference, even in those who are most habituated to rural scenes, and who, consequently, must enjoy the most frequent opportunities of admiring and contemplating the works of Nature. Satisfied, for instance, that the sun enlightens the world, and dispenses the most essential benefits to mankind, they have no solicitude, however, to explore the cause of these wonderful effects. They view, every day, the most glorious object in Nature, without one emotion of grateful pleasure, without one idea or reflec tion. In Paradise Lost, when Adam awakes Eve in the morning, he reminds her of the sweet pleasures she is losing: Awake, My fairest, my espoused, my lately found, Another poet beautifully observes: Rise before the sun, Then make a breakfast of the morning dew Those who are constrained to live in large cities, 1 Milton, in these inexpressibly charming lines, had his eye, no doubt, on a passage in the Song of Solomon: 'Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field: let us lodge in the villages: let us get up early to the vineyards: let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth.' and occasionally resort to the country, ought not to need such an invitation: The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, It is certain, that we no where meet with a more glorious or more pleasing show of Nature, than what appears in the heavens at the rising of the sun. The richest decorations, the most variegated and the most gorgeous scenery, that human fancy can imagine, must vanish into nothing, when compared with a spectacle in which radiance and beauty are so preeminent. The first aspect of the morning is pale and white, or gray. Hence Milton styles her Leucothea, which, in the Greek language, signifies the White Goddess: To resalute the world with sacred light Leucothea waked, and with fresh dews embalmed Leucothea, whom the Romans called Matuta, is the harbinger of Aurora; and the horizon, with the nearer approach of the sunbeams, now assumes a roseate hue. Thus Lucretius: Roseam Matuta per oras Etheris Auroram defert, et lumina pandit. O'er all the skies Matuta spreads her light, And thus Homer gives rosy fingers to the Morn', and Milton rosy steps and a rosy hand. Now did the rosy-fingered Morn arise, 2 Now Morn her rosy steps in th' eastern clime 3 -Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, with rosy hand, The Morning, in fine, displays to the world a new and magnificent creation. The shades of night had concealed the view and enjoyment of earth and skies. But now the light returns, and we behold all Nature renewed in youth and beauty. We are reminded of Milton's fine description of the creation, when God first commanded the earth to put forth the verdant grass :' He scarce had said, when the bare earth, till then Brought forth the tender grass, whose verdure clad -With high woods the hills were crowned, Her sacred shades. Nor is this poetic fiction: the morning landscape is indeed exquisitely beautiful. We behold the mountains crowned, as if by the instantaneous effect of enchantment, with majestic woods; the spreading lawns covered with herds and flocks; the fields ripening into harvest; and the meadows enamelled with flowers, and watered by meandering streams. The whole horizon looks gay: the scattered clouds assume a vivid variety of hues; the lighter vapours are converted into gold: and every plant and every flower sparkles with orient pearl. In proportion as the day approaches, the spectacle is still more beautiful. By soft progressions of light, Nature at length appears in her utmost perfection. The sun is rising. A first ray escaped from the mountain's top, that still conceals the radiant orb from the sight, darts rapidly from one end of the horizon to the other. Successive rays strengthen the first. The face of the sun is disengaged by degrees, till it looks, at last, in boundless majesty abroad! All Nature rejoices in a delightful renovation of life and vigour. The feathered tribes salute the bright source of day with their melodious notes. Every living creature is in action, and is sensible to new returns of pleasure and new capacities of enjoyment. Mallet has amplified this pleasing subject with the most beautiful and picturesque imagery: And now pale glimmering on the verge of heaven, Invited by the cheerful Morn abroad, The labourer here, with every instrument Whose bleatings wake the vocal hills afar. Her ample bosom, earth, air, sea, and sky, The limits of this paper will not permit me to make any reflections on two beautiful phenomena of a morning prospect, which have afforded the poets the happiest subjects of description: I mean the Dews and the Sun. Of the first I have already amply treated in a former paper; and the latter shall be the subject of a future one. At present, I shall be content to imagine the Contemplative Philoso pher in his morning walk, enraptured with the beautiful face of Nature, and thus pouring forth the devout effusions of his heart: Adorable Being! In the glories of the morning I behold thy infinite wisdom and power. With the soaring lark, whose sweet song proclaims the approach of day, I aspire to thee, O God, the Father of the Creation. The cheerfulness and joy that inspires all Nature, and this universal renovation of life and beauty, invite me also to raise my heart to thee, with the most lively transports of gratitude and joy. At this instant, that the sun darts its earliest rays upon the |