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Even schoolmasters teach us—and who can be grimmer?
[primer ? Don't they lecture their boys from a gingerbread
However, good sir, as you seem to look serious, And my subject begins to grow somewhat mysterious ;
[your beard Come curl up your whiskers, and stroke down Right-for sober discussion we now are prepared. To return to our soldier, our ploughman, and
trader, Not forgetting their worthy companion the pleader; Though at first sight they differ so widely, yet
rot 'em! I find the same principle rules at the bottom; Put the question home to them with sense and dis
cretion, And, my life to a blank, you'll obtain a confession, That with patience all perils and toils they engage To provide in the spring for the winter of age. 'Well, and prudently thought on! Oh Bravo!' cries Jacob
(take up; Fair and softly-Now you shall the argument By debating the point we may both become wiser : Come, I'll be Old Flaccus, while you play the
Of industry's cares, if an instance you want,
In our sense of her work not a little we vary,
on't as well-
to hide it.
Not so hasty, young man-If you take from the treasure,
[pleasure ! You destroy the round sum--Then adieu to your
Suppose your Jamaica plantation produces Fifty hogsheads or more of the sugar-cane's juices; Of all this abundance your head gives no sign, Should you drink to excess it would ache just like mine.
[tionYou contract—Be not angry, 'tis but supposiTo victual our fleet for the next expedition ; What slaughtering of oxen! what butchering of hogs !
[the dogs. Yet for your part all this might be thrown to the To what purpose this superabundance of plenty, When an humble beefsteak at Pontac's can con
tent you? Rabbi, yield up the point-A pantheon of gods Shall never persuade me it can make any odds Of Nature's good gifts to the temperate partaker, If He ploughs forty thousand or one single acre.
JACOB. But the joy to see heaps of bright gold as they lie! How they ravish the sense! how they dazzle the eye!
AUTHOR. Ah! great offerer of schemes ! sage descendant of Moses !
[opposes ! How weak prejudice here your sound judgment If I have but enough, for that sure is the test, Then my purse serves as well as your huge iron
chest. Should you chance to be thirsty, and choose to drink water,
[bless'd daughter? With a jug to the Thames would you send your
Just to boast that from London's famed river you quaff'd,
[your draught. When the good pump of Aldgate might answer Besides that’tis needless, there's danger attending, Lest, while o'er the river's frail bank you are
bending, The swoln torrent its channel should cease to obey,
[away. And, o'erwhelm'd by its rage, sweep you headlong But he, who content to the spring can repair, May satisfy nature, unruffled by care; Its clear silver streams, unpolluted with mud, Run bubbling along, nor e'er rise to a flood; [find The beverage is wholesome-do but try it-you'll It gives health to the body and peace to the mind. To a gosling these figures might call for explaining,
[meaning. But with half an eye, Jacob, you'll spy out my
I know 'tis a maxim received in Change Alley (But their scales with my standard sure nover
will tally), That nothing but wealth without measure can
(appraise you. For—the sum you are worth—at so much they Why these people are mad— Volunteers for a mad
house Ah Jonathan's! Jonathan's ! thou art a sad house! By one single sentence thy mystery's explored* Truth and Justice are laugh'd at, and Mammon
adored.' For a frenzy like this what relief do we know? Son of Isaac! 'twould baffle the art of Mónro. Let the wretches proceed then without molestation, Since they choose to be damn'd_let them go to
I remember a griping old Lombard-street banker, Whose heart was eat up by this gold-loving canker; His fraud and oppression so flagrant became, Men, women, and children detested his name; Mobs with hisses pursued if he stirr'd from his
portal, Yet hear the consolement of this wretched mortal: "Let them cat-call and hiss as they will,' cries old Hunks,
[trunks; So their hisses and cat-calls invade not my There my god lies enshrined, when his radiance I Heaven's angels are not half so happy as I.' [spy,
Perhaps you may never have heard of the story Of poor Master Tantalus-here 'tis before you— Tormented with hunger and thirst, though his
board With delicate dainties was always well stored, As he stretch'd forth his hand still they flew from the table
[fable ! What the devil! old Gripus, you laugh at the Consider it closely, then laugh if you can— Let the name be but alter'd, and thou art the man.
In miserly dotage you brood o'er your bags, Your food is a crust, and your clothing is rags; For your cursed molten idol your reverence is such, Though in rapturés you gaze, yet you dare not to
touch; Nay I hear you cry out, in the rage of devotion, Blasphemer! there's sacrilege even in the notion.' Would you know the true use of your wealth?
Why, I'll tell you — [your belly; Your back calls for clothes, and for food calls First grant their petitions, then look to your
neighbours, Merit often neglected in indigence labours;