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Godlike descent! 'tis well your blood can be Thus, while with heavenly charity she spoke, Prov'd noble in the third or fourth degree :
A streaming blaze the silent shadows broke; For all of ancient that you had before,
Shot from the skies; a cheerful azure light: (I mean what is not borrow'd from our store) The birds obscene to forests wing'd their flight, Was errour fulminated o'er and o'er ;
And gaping graves receiv'd the wandering guilty Old heresies condemn'd in ages past,
spright. By care and time recover'd from the blast.
Such were the pleasing triumphs of the sky, “ 'Tis said with ease, but never can be prov'd, For James's late nocturnal victory; The church her old foundations has remov'd, The pledge of his almiglity Patron's love, And built new doctrines on unstable sands:
The fireworks which his angels made abore. Judge that, ye winds and rains: you prov'd her, yet I saw myself the lambent easy light she stands.
Gild the brown horrour, and dispel the night: Those ancient doctrines, charg'd on her for new, The messenger with speed the tidings bore: Show, when, and how, and from what hands they News, which three labouring nations did restore; We claim no power, when heresies grow bold, (grew. But Heaven's own Nuntius was arriv'd before. 'To coin new faith, but still declare the old.
By this, the Hind had reach'd ber lonely cell, How else could that obscene disease be purg'd, And vapours rose, and dews unwholesome fell
. When controverted texts are vainly urg'd ? When she, by frequent observation wise, To prove tradition new, there 's somewhat more As one who long on Heaven had fix'd her eyes, Requir'd, than saying, 'twas not us'd before. Discern'd a change of weather in the skies. Those monumental arms are never stirr'd,
The western borders were with crimson spread, Till schism or heresy call down Goliah's sword. The Moon descending look'd all-flam og red;
“ Thus, what you call corruptions, are, in truth, She thought yood-manners bound her to invite The first plantations of the gospel's youth; The stranger dame to be her guest that night. Old standard faith: but cast your eyes again, “ 'Tis true, coarse diet, and a short repast," And view those errours which new sects maintain, She said, “ were weak inducements to the tasto Or which of old disturb'd the church's peaceful reign; Of one so nicely bred, and so unus'd to fast: And we can point each period of the time,
But what plain fare her cottage could afford, When they began, and who begot the crime; A hearty welcome at a homely board, Can calculate how long th' eclipse endur'd, Was freely hers; and, to supply the rest, Who interpos’d, what digits were obscur'd: An honest meaning, and an open breast: Of all which are already pass'd away,
Last, with content of mind, the poor man's wealth, We know the rise, the progress, and decay. A grace-cup to their common patron's health.
“ Despair at our foundations then to strike, This she desir'd her to accept, and stay, Till you can prove your faith apostolic;
For fear she might be wilderd in her way, A limpid stream drawn from the native source;
Because she wanted an unerring guide,
And then the dew-drops on her silken hide
Too lady-like a long fatigue to bear,
And rough inclemencies of raw nocturnal air. The members all combin'd, and all subordinate. But most she fear'd, that, travelling so late, Show such a seamless coat, from schism so free, Some evil-minded beasts might lie in wait, In no communion join'd with heresy.
And without witness wreak their hidden hate." If such a one you find, let truth prevail :
The Panther, though she lent a listening ear, Till when your weights will in the balance fail : Had more of lion in her than to fear : A church unprincipled kicks up the scale.
Yet, wisely weighing, since she had to deal But if you cannot think, (nor sure you can
With many foes, their numbers might prevail, Suppose in God what were unjust in man)
Return'd her all the thanks she could afford; That he, the fountain of eternal grace,
And took her friendly hostess at her word: Should suffer falsehood, for so long a space, Who entering first her lowly roof, a shed To banish truth, and to usurp her place :
With hoary moss, and winding ivy spread, That seven successive ages should be lost,
Honest enough to hide an humble hermit's head, And preach damnation at their proper cost; Thus graciously bespoke her welcome guest: That all your erring ancestors should die, “So might these walls, with your fair presence blesto Drown'd in th' abyss of deep idolatry:
Become your dwelling-place of everlasting rest; If piety forbid such thoughts to rise,
Not for a night, or quick revolving year, Awake, and open your unwilling eyes:
Welcome an owner, not a sojourner. God hath left nothing for each age undone, This peaceful seat my poverty secures; From this to that wherein he sent his Son: [done. War seldom enters but where wealth allures : Then think but well of him, and half your work is Nor yet despise it; for this poor abode See how his church, adorn'd with every grace, Has oft receiv'd, and yet receives, a God; With open arms, a kind forgiving face,
A God victorious, of a Stygian race, Stands ready to prevent a long-lost son's embrace. Here laid his sacred limbs, and sanctify'd the place Not more did Joseph o'er his brethren weep, This mean retreat did mighty Pan contain: Nor less himself could from discovery keep, Be emulous of him, and pomp disdain, When in the crowd of suppliants they were seen, And dare not to debase your soul to gain." And in their crew his best-beloved Benjamin. The silent stranger stood amaz'd to see That pious Joseph in the church behold,
Contempt of wealth, and wilful poverty: To feed your famine, and refuse your gold; And, though ill habits are not soon controld, The Joseph you exil'd, the Joseph whom you sold.” | A while suspended her desire of gold.
But civilly drew in her sharpen'd paws,
“ I might,” she added, “ with like praise describe Not violating hospitable laws,
Your suffering sons, and so return your bribe : And pacify'd her tail, and lick'd her frothy jaws. But incense from my hands is poorly priz'd;
The Hind did first her country cates provide; For gifts are scorn’d, wnere givers are despis’d.
I serv'd a turn, and then was cast away ;
This heard, the matron was not slow to find
What sort of malady had seiz'd her mind : Much malice mingled with a little wit,
Disdain, with gnawing Envy, fell Despight, Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ:
And canker'd Malice, stood in open sight: Because the Muse bas peopled Caledon [known, Ambition, Interest, Pride without control, With Panthers, Bears, and Wolves, and beasts un
And Jealousy, the jaundice of the soul; As if we were not stock'd with monsters of our own.
Revenge, the bloody minister of ill, Let Esop answer, who has set to view
With all the lean tormentors of the will. Such kinds as Greece and Phrygia never knew; 'Twas easy now to guess from whence arose And mother Hubbard, in her homely dress, Her new-made union with her ancient foes, Has sharply blam'd a British Lioness;
Her forc'd civilities, her faint enibrace, That queen, whose feast the factious rabble keep, Affected kindness with an alter'd face: Expos'd obscenely naked and asleep.
Yet durst she not too deeply probe the wound, Led by those great examples, may not I
As hoping still the nobler parts were sound:
But strove with anodynes t' assuage the smart,
“ Complaints of lovers help to ease their pain ; Others our Hind of folly will indite,
It shows a rest of kindness to complain; To entertain a dangerous guest by night.
A friendship loth to quit its former hold; Let those remember, that she cannot die
And conscious merit may be justly bold.
But much more just your jealousy would shew,
Rewarded worth and rising loyalty.
Your warrior offspring that upheld the crown,
For now the Hind, whose noble nature strove Cæsar should still have such, and such should still
reward. Did all the honours of her house so well,
“The labour'd earth your pains have sow'd and
Nor fail'd she then a full review to make My daily bread is literally implord;
I have no barns nor granaries to hoard. Her lost esteem, ber truth, her loyal care,
If Cæsar to his own his hand extends, Her faith unshaken to an exil'd heir,
Say which of your's his charity offends : [friends, Her strength t'endure, her courage to defy ; You know he largely gives to more than are his Her choice of honourable infamy.
Are you defrauded when he feeds the poor? On these, prolixly thankful, she enlarg'd;
Our mite decreases nothing of your store. Then with acknowledgment herself she charg'd; I am but few, and by your fare you see For friendship, of itself an holy tie,
My crying sins are not of luxury.
Some juster motive sure your mind withdraws,
The Panther nodded when her speech was done, When at the fountain's head, as merit ought
To claim the place, you take a swilling draught, But said, her gratitude had gone too far
How easy 'tis an envious eye to throw, For common offices of Christian care.
And tax the sheep for troubling streams below: If to the lawful heir she had been true,
Or call her (when no further cause you find) She paid but Cæsar what was Cæsar's due. An enemy profess'd of all your kind.
But then, perhaps, the wicked world would'think, Bare lies with bold assertions they can face; The Wolf design'd to eat as well as drink.” But dint of argument is out of place.
This last allusion gall’d the Panther more, The grim logician puts them in a fright; Because indeed it rubb'd upon the sore. [pain'd: 'Tis easier far to flourish than to fight. Yet seem'd she not to winch, though shrewdly Thus our eighth Henry's marriage they defame; But thus her passive character maintain’d. They say the schism of beds began the game,
“ I never grudg’d, whate'er my foes report, Divorcing from the church to wed the dame: Your flaunting fortune in the Lion's court. Though largely prov'd, and by himself profess'd, You have your day, or you are much bely'd, That conscience, conscience would not let him rest: But I am always on the suffering side :
I mean, not till possess'd of her he lov'd, You know my doctrine, and I need not say And old, uncharming Catharine was remov'd. I will not, but I cannot disobey.
For sundry years before he did complain, On this firm principle I ever stood ;
And told bis ghostly confessor his pain. He of my sons who fails to make it good,
With the same impudence, without a ground, By one rebellions act renounces to my blood. They say that, look the Reformation round,
“ Ab," said the Hind,“ how many sons have you, No treatise of humility is found. Who call you mother, whom you never knew! But if none were, the gospel does not want ; But most of them who that relation plead, Our Saviour preach'd it, and I hope you grant, Are such ungracious youths as wish you dead. The sermon on the mount was protestant." They gape at rich revenues which you hold,
“No doubt,” reply'd the Hind, " as sure as all And fain would nibble at your grandame, Gold; The writings of Saint Peter and Saint Paul: Inquire into your years, and laugh to find
On that decision let it stand or fall.
Judge noi by hearsay, but observe at least, No more of kin to you than you to me.
If since their change their loaves have been increasid. Do you not know, that for a little coin,
The Lion buys no converts; if he did, Heralds can foist a name into the line?
Beasts would be sold as fast as he could bid. They ask you blessing but for what you have, Tax those of interest who conform for gain, But once possess'd of what with care you save, Or stay the market of another reign: The wanton boys would piss upon your grave. Your broad-way sons would never be too nice
“ Your sons of latitude that court your grace, To close with Calvin, if he paid their price; Though most resembling you in form and face, But, rais'd three steeples higher, would change their Are far the worst of your pretended race.
And quit the cassock for the canting-coat. (note, And, but I blush your honesty to blot,
Now, if you damn this censure, as too bold, Pray God you prove them lawfully begot: Judge by yourselves, and think not others sold. For in some popish libels I have read,
“Mean time my sons accus’d, by Fame's report, The Wolf has been too busy in your bed :
Pay small attendance at the Lion's court, At least her hinder parts, the belly-piece,
Nor rise with early crowds, nor flatter late; The paunch, and all that Scorpio claims, are his. For silently they beg, who daily wait. Their malice too a sore suspicion brings;
Preferment is bestow'd, that comes unsought; For though they dare not bark, they snarl at kings: Attendance is a bribe, and then 'tis bought. Nor blame them for intruding in your line ; How they should speed, their fortune is untry'd; Fat bishoprics are still of right divine.
For not to ask, is not to be deny'd. “Think you your new French proselytes are come For what they have, their God and king they bless, To starve abroad, because they starv'd at home? And hope they should not murmur, had they less. Your benefices twinkled from afar;
But if reduc'd subsistence to implore, They found the new Messiah by the star:
In common prudence they would pass your door. Those Swisses fight on any side for pay,
Unpity'd Hudibras, your champion friend, And 'tis the living that conforms, not they. Has shown how far your charities extend. Mark with what management their tribes divide, This lasting verse shall on his tomb be read, Some stick to you, and some to t’other side, He sham'd you living, and upbraids you dead.' That many churches may for many mouths provide. “ With odious atheist names you load your foes; More vacant pulpits would more converts make; Your liberal clergy why did I expose ? All would have latitude enough to take:
It never fails in charities like those. The rest unbenefic'd your sects maintain;
In climes where true religion is profess'd, For ordinations without cures are vain,
That imputation were no laughing jest. And chamber practice is a silent gain.
But Imprimatur, with a chaplain's name, Your sons of breadth at home are much like these; Is here sufficient licence to defame. Their soft and yielding metals run with ease: What wonder is 't that black detraction thrives? They melt, and take the figure of the mould; The homicide of names is less than lives; But harden, and preserve it best in gold.”
And yet the perjur'd murderer survives." “ Your Delphic sword,” the Panther then reply'd, This said, she paus'd a little, and suppressid “ Is double-edg'd, and cuts on either side.
The boiling indignation of her breast.
Pollute her satire with ignoble blood :
And back she drew the shining weapon dry. Such who themselves of no religion are,
So when the generous Lion has in sight Allur'd with gain, for any will declare.
His equal match, he rouses for the fight;
But when his foe lies prostrate on the plain, My altars kindled first that living coal ;
And none of all her favourite sons expos'd.
This breathing-time the matron took; and then Perhaps the plunder'd merchant cannot tell Resum'd the thread of her discourse again. The names of pirates in whose hands he fell; “ Be vengeance wholly left to powers divine, But at the den of thieves he justly flies, And let Heaven judge betwixt your sons and mine: And every Algerine is lawful prize. If joys hereafter must be purchas'd here
No private person in the foe's estate With loss of all that mortals hold so dear,
Can plead exemption from the public fate.
Yet Christian laws allow not such redress;
Learn to make fairer wars another time.
Among ber sons; for 'tis no common sight, And what thou didst and dost so dearly prize, A spotted dam, and all her offspring white. That fame, that darling fame, make that thy sa- The savage, though she saw her plea controld, crifice.
Yet would not whoily seem to quit her hold, 'Tis nothing thou hast given, then add thy tears But offer'd fairly to compound the strife, For a long race of unrepenting years :
And judge conversion by the convert's life. 'Tis nothing yet, yet all thou hast to give:
“ 'Tis true," she said, “I think it somewhat strange, Then add those may-be years thou hast to live: So few should follow profitable change: Yet vothing still; then poor, and naked come: For present joys are more to flesh and blood, Thy father will receive his unthrift home, (sum. Than a dull prospect of a distant good. And thy blest Saviour's blood discharge the mighty / 'Twas well alluded by a son of mine,
“ Thus," she pursued, “ I discipline a son, (I hope to quote him is not to purloin) Whose uncheck'd fury to revenge would run : Two magnets, Heaven and Earth, allure to bliss ; He champs the bit, impatient of his loss,
The larger loadstone that, the nearer this: And starts aside, and founders at the cross. The weak attraction of the greater fails; Instruct him better, gracious God! to know, We nod a while, but neighbourhood prevails : As thine is vengeance, so forgiveness too:
But when the greater proves the nearer too, That, suffering from ill tongues, he bears no more I wonder more your converts come so slow. Than what his sovereign bears, and what his Savi- Methinks in those who firm with me remain, our bore.
It shows a nobler principle than gain." (ply'd, “ It now remains for you to school your child, “ Your inference would be strong," the Hind reAnd ask why God's anointed he revil'd;
“ If yours were in effect the suffering side: A king and princess dead! did Shimei worse? Your clergy's sons their own in peace possess, The curser's punishment should fright the curse: Nor are their prospects in reversion less. Your son was warn'd, and wisely gave it o'er, My proselytes are struck with awful dread; But he who counsel'd him has paid the score: Your bloody comet-laws hang blazing o'er their The heavy malice could no higher tend,
The respite they enjoy but only lent, [head; But woe to him on whom the weights descend ! The best they have to hope, protracted punishment. So to permitted ills the demon flies;
Be judge yourself, if interest may prevail, His rage is aim'd at him who rules the skies: Which motives, yours or mine, will turn the scale. Constrain'd to quit his cause, no succour found, While pride and pomp allure, and plenteous ease, The foe discharges every tire around,
That is, till man's predominant passions cease, In clouds of smoke abandoning the fight;
Admire no longer at my slow increase. But his own thundering peals proclaim his flight. “ By education most have been misled;
“ In Henry's change his charge as ill succeeds; So they believe, because they so were bred. To that long story little answer needs :
The priest continues what the nurse began, Confront but Henry's words with Henry's deeds. And thus the child imposes on the man. Were space allow'd, with ease it might be prov'd, The rest I nam'd before, nor need repeat: What springs his blessed reformation mov'd. But interest is the most prevailing cheat, The dire effects appear'd in open sight,
The sly seducer both of age and youth; Which from the cause he calls a distant flight, They study that, and think they study rruth. And yet no larger leap than from the Sun to light. When interest fortifies an argument,
“ Now let your sons a double pæan sound, Weak reason serves to gain the will's assent; A treatise of humility is found.
For souls, already warp'd, receive an easy bept. Tis found, but better it had ne'er been songht, Add long prescription of establish'd laws, Than thus in protestant procession brought. And pique of honour to maintain a cause, The fam'd original through Spain is known, And shame of change, and fear of future ill, Rodriguez' work, my celebrated son,
And zeal, the blind conductor of the will; Which yours, by ill-translating, made his own; And chief among the still-mistaking crowd, Conceal'd its author, and usurp'd the name,
The fame of teachers obstinate and proud, The basest and ignoblest theft of fame.
And more than all the private judge allow'd; VOI. VIII.
Disdain of fathers which the dance began,
“ Besides, a Raven from a wither'd oak, And last, uncertain whose the narrower span, Left of their lodging, was observ'd to croak. The clown unread, and half-read gentleman." That omen likd him not: so his advice
To this the Panther, with a scornful smile: Was present safety, bought at any price; “ Yet still you travel with unwearied toil,
A seeming pious care, that corer'd cowardice. And range around the realm without control, To strengthen this, he told a boding dream, Among my sons for proselytes to prowl,
Of rising waters, and a troubled stream, And here and there you snap some silly soul. Sure signs of anguish, dangers, and distress, You hinted fears of future change in state; With something more, not lawful to express: Pray Ilearen you did not prophesy your fate! By which he slily seem'd to intimate Perhaps, you think your time of triumph near, Some secret revelation of their fate. But may mistake the season of the year;
For he concluded, once upon a time, The Swallow's fortune gives you cause to fear." Ile found a leaf inscribd with sacred rhyme,
“ For charity," reply'd the matron, “ tell Whose antique characters did well denote What sad mischance those pretty birds befel.” The Sibyl's hand of the Cumæan grot:
“Nay, no mischance,” the savage Damne reply'd, The mad divineress bad plainly writ, “ But want of wit in their unerring guide,
A time should come, but many ages yet,
A dame should drown with all her feather'd train, Make you the moral, and I'll tell the tale,
And seas from thence be call'd the Chelidonian main “ The Swallow, privileg'd above the rest At this, some shook for fear, the more derout Of all the birds, as man's familiar guest,
Arose, and bless'd themselves from head to foot. Pursues the Sun in summer brisk and bold,
“ 'Tis true, some stagers of the wiser sort But wisely shuns the persecuting cold:
Made all these idle wonderments their sport: Is well to chancels and to chimnies known, They said, their only danger was delay, Though 'tis not thought she feeds on smoke alone. And he, who heard what every fool could say, From hence she has been held of heavenly line, Would never fix his thought, but trim his time awar. Endued with particles of soul divine.
The passage yet was good; the wind, 'tis true, This merry chorister had long possess'd
Was somewhat high, but that was nothing new, Her summer seat, and feather'd well her nest: No more than usual equinoxes blew. Till frowning skies began to change their cheer, The Sun, already from the Scales declin'd, And Time turn’d up the wrong side of the year; Gave little hopes of better days behind, [wipal The shedding trees began the ground to strow But change from bad to worse of weather and u With yellow leaves, and bitter blasts to blow: Nor need they fear the dampness of the sky Sad auguries of winter thence she drew,
Should flag their wings, and hinder them to fly, Which by instinct, or prophecy, she knew; 'Twas only water thrown on sails to dry. When prudence warnd her to remove betimes, But, least of all, philosophy presumes And seek a better heaven, and warmer climes. Of truth in dreams, from melancholy fumes:
“ Her sons were summond on a steeple's height, Perhaps the Martin, hous'd in holy ground, And, call'd in common council, vote a fight; Might think of ghosts that walk their midnight roon, The day was nam'd, the next that should be fair: Till grosser atoms tumbling in the stream All to the general rendezvous repair,
Of Fancy, madly met, and clubb’d into a dream: They try their futtering wings, and trust them- As little weight his vain presages bear, selves in air.
Of ill effect to such alone who fear:
Each Nostradamus can foretel with ease: Or hawk at flies elsewhere, concerns us not to know. Not naming persons and confounding times, “ Southwards, you may be sure, they bent their One casual truth supports a thousand lying rhymes. flight,
“ Th' advice was true; but fear had seiz'd the And harbour'd in a hollow rock at night:
And all good counsel is on cowards lost. (most, Next morn they rose, and set up every sail; The question crudely put to shun delay, The wind was fair, but blew a mackrel gale: 'Twas carry'd by the major part to stay. The sickly young sat shivering on the shore, “ His point thas gain'd, sir Martin dated thence Abhorr'd salt-water, never seen before,
His power, and from a priest became a prince. And pray'd their tender mothers to delay
He order'd all things with a busy care,
And cells and refectories did prepare,
Of hope, that Heaven some miracle might shor, Round-belly'd, for a dignity design'd,
And for their sakes the Sun should backward go; And much a dunce, as martins are by kind. Against the laws of Nature upward climb, Yet often quoted canon-laws, and code,
And, mounted on the Ram, rencw the prime : And fathers which he never understood :
For which two proofs in sacred story lay,
Of Ahaz' dial, and of Joshua's day.
Por Martin much devotion did not ask;
They pray'd sometimes, and that was all their tasi. In fine, short-wing'd, unfit himself to fly,
“ It happen'd, as beyond the reach of wit His fear foretold foul weather in the sky.
Blind prophecies may have a lucky hit,