Huge mammoth dwindle to a mouse's size—Columbian turkeys turn European flies ;—Exotic birds, and foreign beasts, grow small,And man, the lordliest, shrink to least of all:While each vain whim their loaded skulls conceiveWhole realms shall reverence, and all fools believe.
In passing farther, the seer points out the father of this system, in the soul of the famous Abbe du Pau, who was then busied in prying into futurity, by the aid of a philosophic telescope, calculated to diminish all objects, according to the squares of the distances, as has been hinted. And thus continues the prediction:
There, with sure ken, th' inverted optics show All nature lessening to the sage De Pau; E'en now his head the cleric tonsures grace, And all the abbe blossoms in his face; His peerless pen shall raise, with magic lore, The long-lost pigmies on th' Atlantic shore; Make niggard nature's noblest gifts decline Th' indicial marks of bodies masculine; Nor seek the proof of those who best can tell The well-taught duchess, and Parisian belle.
He then points out the Compte de Buffon, the Abbe Raynal, Dr. Robertson, and the whole train of imitators, attendant on their master, imbibing learning and wisdom from his lips, and preparing, in the future world, even, to excel their instructor. He appears to have exactly foreseen Dr. Robertson's "History of America," and his observation that the soil of America is prolific in nothing but reptiles and insects. The allusion to Moses, in the following lines, seems to confirm the opinion of some learned writers, that the natives of this country were descended from the Jews, or the Jews from them:
See Scotland's livy in historic pride, Rush, with blind fury, o'er th' Atlantic tide; He lifts, in wrath, his plague-compelling wand, And deadly murrain blasts the fated land: His parent call awakes the insect train— Gnats cloud the skies, and ants devour the plain; Thick swarming frogs attend his magic voice— Rods change to serpents, and the dust to lice.
Here the seer took occasion to inform the bard how remarkable some of his own countrymen would become, for being the humble copyists and echoes of these transatlantic imitators; and particularly, that n great [MORRIS] should arise in process of time, who, never having enjoyed, the superior advantage of perusing that astonishing work of genius, THE ANARCHIAD, or any other American poem, should dogmatically decide, in his capacity of Senator, that America never had