. Early lessons .. . ancient queen,Who on her ruind throne is seenWith hectic cheek, and withering eye,In desolated majesty, He mournd, — till Memorys flowrets sighd,And Hopes last, faint illusion died. FILIAL DUTY. • HONOR thy father and thy mother, is the first com-mandment, with promise. The honor which children arerequired to give to their parents includes in it, love, reve-rence, obedience, and relief, if needed. From them, theyhave received their very existence, and consequently allthe pleasures and enjoyments of life. The occasion which demands from children the greatesttokens of respec
. Early lessons .. . ancient queen,Who on her ruind throne is seenWith hectic cheek, and withering eye,In desolated majesty, He mournd, — till Memorys flowrets sighd,And Hopes last, faint illusion died. FILIAL DUTY. • HONOR thy father and thy mother, is the first com-mandment, with promise. The honor which children arerequired to give to their parents includes in it, love, reve-rence, obedience, and relief, if needed. From them, theyhave received their very existence, and consequently allthe pleasures and enjoyments of life. The occasion which demands from children the greatesttokens of respect and tenderness in their behaviour to theirparents, is when they labor under infirmities of body ormind, and in the time of extreme old age. Me let the tender office long engageTo rock the cradle of declining age,With lenient arts extend a parents languor smile, and smooth the bed of death; the thought, explain the asking eye,And keep a\vhile a parent from the sky. COUNCIL OF HORSES. A UPON a time, a neighing Steed,Who grazed among a numerous breed,With mutiny had fired the train,And spread dissension through the matters that concernd the state,The council met in grand Colt, whose eyeballs flamed with ire,Elate with strength and youthful fire,In haste steppd forth before the rest,And thus the listening throng addressd : Good gods ! how abject is our race !Condemnd to slavery and disgrace. 102 COUNCIL OF HORSES. Shall we our servitude retain, Because our sires have borne the chain ? Consider, friends, your strength and might, T is conquest to assert your right. How cumbrous is the gilded coach ! The pride of man is our reproach. Were we designd for daily toil, To drag the ploughshare through the soil; To sweat in harness through the road 5 To groan beneath the carriers load ? How feeble are the two-leggd kind ! What force is in our nerves combined ! Shall, then, our nobler jaws submit To foam and champ the galling bit ? Shall ha
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