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In him, great modern miracle! we fee
But should some churchman, apeing wit severe, The poet 's sure turn'd Baptist-lay, and sneer ; Shame on that narrow mind so often known, Which in one mode of faith, owns worth alone. 50 Sneer on, rail, wrangle ! nought this truth repels Virtue is virtue, wherefoe'er the dwells; And sure, where learning gives her light to hine, Her’s is all praise--if her's, 'iis Foster, thine. Thee boast difienters; we with pride may own 55 Our Tillotson; and Roine, her Fenelon*,
spring. In this Character of the Rev. James Foster, truth guided the pen of the Muse. Mr. Pope paid a tris bute to the modest worth of this excellent man: little did he imagine his Rev. Annotator would endeavour to convert his praise into abuse. The character and writings of Foster will be admired and read, when the works of the bitter Controversialist are forgotten,
Seek the great man! they cry-'tis then decreed,
What friends to second ? who for me should fue, 5
There are who ask no pension, want no place, No title with, and would accept no grace. Can I entreat, they should for me obtain The least, who greatest for themselves disdain ? A statesman, knowing this, unkind, will cry, Those love him : let those serve him! why should I?
Say, shall I turn where lucre points my views; 15
Be posts dispos’d at will !- have, for these,
30 Where these are not, what claim to me belongs ? Though mine the Muse and virtue, birth and wrongs.
Where lives the statesman, fo in honour clear, To give where he has nought to hope, nor fear? No !-there to seek, is but to find fresh pain : 35 The promise broke, renew'd, and broke again ; To be, as humour deigns, receiv’d, refus’d; By turns affronted, and by turns amus'd ; To lose that time, which worthier thoughts require ; To lose the health, which should those thoughts inspire ;
40 To starve on hope ; or, like camelions, fare On ministerial faith, which means but air,
But still, undrooping, I the crew dildain, Who, or by jobs, or libels, wealth obtain. Ne’er let me be, through those, from want exempt; 45 In one man's favour, in the world's contempt: Worse in my own !-through those, to posts who rise, Themselves, in secret, nust themselves despise ; Vile, and more vile, till they, at length, disclaim Not sense alone of glory, but of fame.
50 What though I hourly see the servile herd, For meanness honour'd, and for guilt prefer’d; See selfish passion, public virtue seem; And public virtue an enthusiast dream; See favour'd falsehood, innocence belied,
55 Meekness depreis'd, and power-elated pride; A scene will shew, all-righteous vifion haste; The meek exalted, and the proud debas'd !-Oh, to be there ! -- to tread that friendly shore, Where falsehood, pride, and statesmen are no more! 60
But ere indulg'dere fate my breath fhall claim,
still is anxious after fame.
; Whose writings the best rules to write could give; Whose life the nobler science how to live.
HEAR Damon, Delia hear, in candid lays,
Truth without anger, without flattery, praise !