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True; we may thank the perfidy of France,
That picked the jewel out of England's crown,
With all the cunning of an envious Ihrew.
And let that pass-'twas but a trick of state!
A brave man knows no malice, but at once
Forgets in peace the injuries of war,
And gives his direst foe a friend's embrace.
And, shamed as we have been, to the very

Braved and defied, and in our own sea proved
Too weak for those decisive blows, that once
Ensured us mastery there, we yet retain
Some small pre-eminence; we justly boast
At least superior jockey thip, and claim
The honours of the turf as all our own!
Go then, well worthy of the praise ye seek,
And show the shame, ye might conceal at home,
In foreign eyes! be grooms and win the plate,
Where once your nobler fathers won a crown!-
"Tis generous to communicate your

skill To those that need it. Folly is foon learned : And under such preceptors who can fail !

There is a pleasure in poetic pains, Which only poets know. The shifts and turns,

The expedients and inventions multiform,
To which the mind resorts, in chase of terms
Though apt, yet coy, and difficult to win-
To arrest the fleeting images, that fill
The mirror of the mind, and hold them fast,
And force them fit, till he has penciled off
A faithful likeness of the forms he views;
Then to dispose his copies with such art,
That each may find its most propitious light,
And shine by situation, hardly less
Than by the labour and the skill it cost;
Are occupations of the poet's mind
So pleasing, and that steal away the thought
With such address from themes of fad import,
That, loft in his own musings, happy man!
He feels the anxieties of life, denied
Their wonted entertainment, all retire.
Such joys has he that sings. But ah! not such,
Or seldom such, the hearers of his song.
Faftidious, or else listless, or perhaps
Aware of nothing arduous in a talk
They never undertook, they little note
His dangers or escapes, and haply find
Their least amusement where he found the most.

But is amusement all? ftudious of song,
And yet ambitious not to sing in vain,
I would not trifle merely, though the world
Be loudest in their praise, who do no more.
Yet what can satire, whether grave or gay?
It may correct a foible, may chastise
The freaks of fashion, regulate the dress,
Retrench a sword-blade, or displace a patch;
But where are its sublimer trophies found ?
What vice has it subdued? whose heart reclaimed
By rigour, or whom laughed into reform?
Alas! Leviathan is not so tamed :
Laughed at he laughs again; and stricken hard
Turns to the stroke his adamantine scales,
That fear no discipline of human hands.

The pulpit, therefore (and I name it filled
With folemn awe, that bids me well beware
With what intent I touch that holy thing)
The pulpit (when the satyrist has at last,
Strutting and vapouring in an empty school,
Spent all his force and made no proselyte)-
I say the pulpit (in the sober use
Of its legitimate, peculiar powers)

Must stand acknowledged, while the world shall

stand, The most important and effectual guard, Support, and ornament, of virtue's cause. There stands the messenger of truth: there stands The legate of the skies !-His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the gospel whispers peace. He stablishes the strong, restores the weak, Reclaims the wanderer, binds the broken heart, And, armed himself in panoply complete Of heavenly temper, furnishes with arms, Bright as his own, and trains, by every rule Of holy discipline, to glorious war, The sacramental host of God's ele ! Are all such teachers ?-would to heaven all were! But hark--the doctor's voice! - fast wedged between Two empirics he stands, and with swoln cheeks Inspires the news, his trumpet.

Keener far Than all invective is his bold harangue, While through that public organ of report He hails the clergy; and, defying shame,

Announces to the world his own and their's !
He teaches those to read, whom schools dismissed,
And colleges, untaught; sells accent, tone,
And emphasis in score, and gives to prayer
The adagio and andante it demands.
He grinds divinity of other days
Down into modern use; transforms old print
To zig-zag manuscript, and cheats the eyes
Of gallery critics by a thousand arts.
Are there who purchase of the doctor's ware?
Oh, name it not in Gaih!-it cannot be,
That grave and learned clerks should need such aid.
He doubtless is in sport, and does but droll,-
Affuming thus a rank unknown before
Grand caterer and dry-nurse of the church!

I venerate the man, whole heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose do&rine and whose

Coincident exhibit lucid proof
That he is honest in the sacred cause.
To such I render more than mere respect,
Whose actions say that they respect themselves.
But loose in morals, and in manners vain,

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