ΤΟ SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS. DEAR SIR, ICAN CAN have no expectations in an address of this kind, either to add to your reputation, or to establish my own. You can gain nothing from my admiration, as I am ignorant of that art in which you are faid to excel; and I may lofe much by the severity of your judgment, as few have a jufter tafte in poetry than you. Setting intereft therefore afide, to which I never paid much attention, I must be indulged at prefent in following my affections. The only dedication I ever made was to my brother, because I loved him better than most other men. He is fince How far you may dead. Permit me to infcribe this poem to you. be pleased with the verfification and mere mechanical parts of this attempt, I don't pretend to inquire; but I know you will object (and indeed feveral of our beft and wifeft friends concur in the opinion) that the depopulation it deplores is no where to be feen, and the diforders it laments are only to be found in the poet's own imagination. To this I can fcarce make any other anfwer than that I fincerely believe what I have written; that I have taken all poffible pains, in my country excurfons, for thefe four or five years paft, to be certain of D 2 what I allege, and that all my views and inquiries have led me to believe those miseries real, which I here attempt to difplay. But this is not the place to enter into an inquiry, whether the country be depopulating, or not; the difcuffion would take up much room, and I should prove myself, at beft, an indifferent politician, to tire the reader with a long preface, when I want his unfatigued attention to a long poem. In regretting the depopulation of the country, I inveigh against the increase of our luxuries; and here also I expect the fhout of modern politicians against me. For twenty or thirty years paft, it has been the fashion to confider luxury as one of the greatest national advantages; and all the wisdom of antiquity in that particular, as erroneous. Still, however, I muft remain a profeffed ancient on that head, and continue to think those luxuries prejudicial to flates, by which fo many vices are introduced, and fo many kingdoms have been undone. Indeed fo much has been poured out of late on the other fide of the queftion, that, merely for the fake of novelty and variety, one would fometimes wish to be in the right. I am, DEAR SIR, YOUR SINCERE FRIEND, AND ARDENT ADMIRER, OLIVER GOLDSMIT H. THE DESERTED VILLAGE. SWEET AUBURN! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty chear'd the lab'ring swain, The decent church that topt the neigh❜bring hill, 5 10 15 20 The dancing pair that fimply fought renown, 25 The matron's glance that would those looks reprove. 30 One only mafter grafps the whole domain, No more thy glaffy brook reflects the day, 40 The hollow founding bittern guards its neft; 45 And the long grafs o'ertops the mould'ring wall, And trembling, fhrinking from the spoiler's hand, 50 Ill fares the land, to haft'ning ills a prey, 55 |