We're born a restless, needy crew: Adam, though blest above his kind, When Philip's son, by glory led, Who hath not heard the rich complain He, barr'd from every use of wealth, (1) The Greek proverb is, that he who marries a beauteous wife, finds her either κοινή or ποινή. "The dinner must be dish'd at one. Her cooler kitchen, Nan forsook. The broomstick o'er her head she waves; She whistles, calls, fair speech she tries: "Was ever Cur so cursed!" he cried; By me, their never-erring guide, From wood and plain their feasts supplied, Knights, squires, attendant on my pace, An Ox by chance o'erheard his moan, "Dare you at partial Fate repine? How kind's your lot compared with mine! Decreed to toil, the barbarous knife Hath sever'd me from social life; Urged by the stimulating goad, I drag the cumbrous waggon's load. "Tis mine to tame the stubborn plain, Break the stiff soil, and house the grain; Yet I without a murmur bear The various labours of the year. But then, consider, that one day (Perhaps the hour's not far away) You, by the duties of your post, Shall turn the spit when I'm the roast; And for reward shall share the feastI mean, shall pick my bones at least.” "Till now," th' astonish'd Cur replies, “I look'd on all with envious eyes. How false we judge by what appears! All creatures feel their several cares. If thus yon mighty beast complains, Thus said, close following at her heel, (1) The moral of the fable is contained in the third and fourth lines of the opening verse: "'Tis murmur, discontent, distrust, That makes you wretched: God is just " an observation often admitted, seldom retained. Dryden well says: "All great souls still make their own content. We to ourselves may all our wishes grant; For nothing coveting, we nothing want." To the real Christian there is no thought so consolatory as that all things having been primarily arranged by, so ever still depend upon, one infallible Goodness; and that, however remote the veins of existence may ramify throughout the various kinds of beings, they are all connected with one great Fountain-soul, which is cognizant by Omniscient sympathy with even an insect's throb of pain! "Trust in God," therefore, but especially that trust which springs from habitual communion with Him, is the only anodyne to human sorrow; and discontent at our lot, is equally unjust to Him, "whose goodness is over all His works," as it is injurious to ourselves, since it barbs the arrow of misfortune, and makes the mind its own tormentor. |