LOOKING-GLASS. 
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Compared with other brutes, he rifes far fupe- 
rior to moft of them in the fcale of creation. What 
an 
The glory of his noftrlls is terrible. He paweth in the valley, and 
rejoiceth in his ftrength. He goeth on to meet the armed men. 
He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted ; neither turneth he back 
from the fword. The quiver rattleth againft him ; the glittering 
fpear and the fhield. He fwalloweth the ground with fiercenefs 
and rage ; neither believeth he that it is the found of the trumpet. 
He faith among the trumpets — Ha, ha! and he fmelleth the 
battle afar off ; the thunder of the captains, and the fliouting ! 
Here, then, are the moft fprightly images of this generous beaft 
exprefled in fuch energetic language as would have furnifhed models 
of the fublime to thofe ancient writers who were unacquainted with 
the book of Job. Thus the facred Poet makes all the beauties to 
flow from an inward principle in the creature that he defcribes ; but 
the beft claflic poets have confined their following defcriptions of 
him to his outward figure, lineaments, and motions. — In Homer’s 
Iliad there is this beautiful fimile, to which an Englifh Bard has done 
juftice ; 
Freed from his keepers, thus, with broken reins. 
The wanton courfer prances o’er the plains j 
Or in the pride of youth o’erleaps the mounds, 
And fnuffs the females in forbidden grounds ; 
Or feeks his watering in the well-known flood, 
To quench his thirft, and cool his fiery blood. 
He fwims luxuriant in the liquid plain. 
And o’er his fhoulders flows his waving mane ; 
He neighs, he fnorts, he bears his head on high, 
Before his ample cheft the frothy waters fly. 
Virgil's 
