Attend, O man, nor leave my fide, And safety shall thy footsteps guide ; Such truths I'll teach, fuch fecrets how, As none but favour'd mortals know. She faid and ftrait we march'd along We faw a fhining mountain rise, Courtiers and statesmen led the way; "Twas 'Twas here AMBITION kept her court, A phantom of gigantic port; The fav'rite that sustain'd her throne, But where is HAPPINESS? I cry'd. My guardian turn'd, and thus reply'd : Mortal, by folly still beguil'd, ; Go to the school-boy, he fhall preach, Prefers Prefers the fhades and lowly feats, Shuns eminence, and loves the dale. I blush'd; and now we crofs'd the plain, To find the money-getting train; Those filent, fnug, commercial bands, With bufy looks, and dirty hands. Amidst these thoughtful crouds the old Plac'd all their HAPPINESS in gold. And furely, if there's blifs below, These hoary heads the fecret know. We journey'd with the plodding crew, When foon a temple rofe to view: A gothic pile! with mofs o'er-grown ; Strong were the walls, and built with ftone. Without, a thousand maftiffs wait: A thousand bolts fecure the gate. We fought admiffion long in vain ; For here all favours fell for gain : The greedy porter yields to gold; His fee receiv'd, the gates unfold. Affem Affembled nations here we found, And view'd the cringing herds around, Their honour, confcience, peace and health. We haften'd now to PLEASURE's bow'rs, Where the gay tribes fat crown'd with flow'rs: Here BEAUTY every charm display'd, And love enflam'd the yielding maid; Delicious WINE our tafte employs, His crimson bowl exalts our joys: I felt its gen'rous pow'r, and thought The pearl was found, that long I fought. Determin'd here to fix my home, I blefs'd the change, nor with'd to roam : The SERAPH disapprov'd my stay, Alas! whene'er we talk of blifs,. How prone is man to judge amifs! See, a long train of ills confpires To fcourge our uncontroul'd defires. Like fummer fwarms DISEASES Croud; Each bears a crutch, or each a fhrowd: FEVER! that thirsty fury, came, With inextinguishable flame; CONSUMPTION, fworn ally of DEATH! Creep'd flowly on with panting breath ; Gour roar'd, and fhew'd his throbbing feet; And DROPSY took the drunkard's feat; STONE brought his tott'ring racks; and near Sat PALSY fhaking in her chair.» 20.. A mangled youth, beneath a fhade, For |