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Rev. J A MES
FROM Codex hear, ye ecclesiastic men,
emblems of your pc's mind ! Mark Faith, mark Hope, mark Charity, defin’d; On terms, whence no ideas ye can draw,
5 Pin well your faith, and then pronounce it law; First wealth, a crofier next, your hope enflame; And next church - powera power o'er conscience,
In modes of worship right of choice deny;
But Foster well this honest truth extend smem
In him, great modern miracle! we fee
But should some churchman, apeing wit fevere, The poet 's sure turn’d Baprift-fay, and sneer; Shame on that narrow mind so often known, Which in one mode of faith, ownis worth alone. Sneer on, rail, wrangle ! nought this truth repelsVirtue is virtue, wherefoe'er she dwells; And sure, where learning gives her light to Mine, Her's is all praise-if her’s, 'tis Foster, thine. Thee boast diflenters; we with pride may own 55 Our Tillotson; and Rome, her Fenelon*,
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POE 'T'S DEPENDANCE
S Τ Α Τ Ε S M Α Ν.
OME seem to hint, and others proof will bring,
spring. * In this Character of the Rev. James Foster, truth guided the pen of the Muse. Mr. Pope paid a tribute 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 Mould lue, s
There are who ask no pension, want no place, No title wish, and would accept no grace. Can I entreat, they should for me obtain The least, who greatest for themselves disdain ? A ftatesman, knowing this, unkind, will cry, Those love him : let those serve him!—why should I ?
Say, mall I turn where lucre points my views; 15
Be pofts 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, so 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 in
fpire ; To ftarve on hope ; or, like camelions, fare On ministerial faith, which means but air.
But still, undrooping, I the crew disdain, 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 ose, to posts who rise, Themselves, in secret, must themselves despise ; Vile, and more vile, till they, at length, disclaim Not sense alone of glory, but of fame.
5 What though I hourly see the servile herd, For meannefs honour'd, and for guilt preferid; See selfish pafsion, public virtue seem; And public virtue an enthusiast dream; See favour'd falsehood, innocence belied,
55 Meekness depress’d, and power-elated pride; A scene will new, all-righteous vision 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