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To show him in an insect or a flow'r

And, as thou would'st th' advancement of thine heir Such microscopic proof of skill and pow'r,

In all good faculties beneath his care, As, hid from ages past, God now displays,

Respect, as is but rational and jnst,
To combat atheists with in modern days;

A man deem'd worthy of so dear a trust.
To spread the earth before him, and commend, Despis'd by thee, what more can he expect
With designation of the finger's end,

From youthful folly than the same neglect?
It's various parts to his attentive note,

A flat and fatal negative obtains
Thus bringing home to him the most remote;

That instant upon all his future pains ;
To teach his heart to glow with gen'rous flame, His lessons tire, his mild rebukes offend,
Caught from the deeds of men of ancient fame : And all th' instructions of thy son's best friend
And, more than all, with commendation due,

Are a stream chok'd, or trickling to no end.
To set some living worthy in his view,

Doom him not then to solitary meals ; Whose fair example may at once inspire

But recollect, that he has sense, and feels; A wish to copy, what he must admire.

And that, possessor of a soul refin'd, Such knowledge gain'd betimes, and which appears, An upright heart, and cultivated mind, Though solid, not too weighty for his years,

His post not mean, his talents not unknown, Sweet in itself, and not forbidding sport,

He deems it bard to vegetate alone. When health demands it, of athletic sort,

And, if admitted at thy board he sit, Would make him-what some lovely boys have Account him no just mark for idle wit; been,

Offend not him, whom modesty restrains And more than one perhaps that I have seen

From repartee, with jokes that he disdains; An evidence and reprehension both

Much less transfix his feelings with an oath; Of the mere school-boy's lean and tardy growth. Nor frown, unless he vanish with the cloth. Art thou a man professionally tied,

And, trust me, his utility may reach With all thy faculties elsewhere applied,

To more than he is hir'd or bound to teach; Too busy to intend a meaner care,

Much trash unutter'd, and some ills undone,
Than how 't enrich thyself, and next thine heir ? Through rev'rence of the censor of thy son.
Or art thou (as though rich, perhaps thou art)

But, if thy table be indeed unclean,
But poor in knowledge, having none t'impart ?-- Foul with excess, and with discourse obscene,
Behold that figure, neat, though plainly clad; And thou a wretch, whom, foll'wing her old plan,
His sprightly mingled with a shade of sad;

The World accounts an honourable man,
Not of a nimble tongue, though now and then

Because forsooth thy courage has been tried, Heard to articulate like other men :

And stood the test, perhaps, on the wrong side ! No jester, and yet lively in discourse,

Though thou hadst never grace enough to prove,
His phrase well chosen, clear, and full of force; That any thing but vice could win thy love;-
And his address, if not quite French in ease,

Or hast thou a polite, card.playing wife,
Not English stiff, but frank, and form’d to please ; Chain'd to the routs that she frequents for life;
Low in the world, because he scorns it's arts ; Who just when industry begins to snore,
A man of letters, manners, morals, parts;

Flies, wing'd with joy, to some coach-crowded door;
Unpatronis'd, and therefore little known;

And thrice in ev'ry winter throngs thine own Wise for himself and his few friends alone

With half the chariots and sedans in town, In him thy well-appointed proxy see,

Thyself, meanwhile, e'en shifting as thou mayst; Arm'd for a work too difficult for thee;

Not very sober though, nor very chaste:
Prepar’d by taste, by learning, and true worth, Or is thine house, though less superb thy rank,
To form thy son, to strike his genius forth ;

If not a scene of pleasure, a mere blank,
Beneath thy roof, beneath thine eye, to prove And thou at best, and in thy sob'rest mood,
The force of discipline, when back'd by love; A trifler vain, and empty of all good;
To double all thy pleasure in thy child,

Though mercy for thyself thou canst have vone,
His mind inform’d, his morals undefil'd.

Hear Nature plead, show mercy to thy son. Safe under such a wing, the boy shall show

Sav'd from his home, where ev'ry day brings forth
No spots contracted among grooms below,

Some mischief fatal to his future worth,
Nor taint his speech with meannesses, design'd Find him a better in a distant spot,
By footman Tom for witty and refin'd.

Within some pious pastor's humble cot,
There, in his commerce with the liv'ried herd, Where vile example (yours I chiefty mean,
Lurks the contagion chiefly to be feard;

The most seducing, and the oft'nest seen) For since (80 fashion dictates) all, who claim

May never more be stamp'd upon his breast, A higher than a mere plebeian fame,

Nor yet perhaps incurably impress’d. Find it expedient, come what mischief may,

Where early rest makes early rising sure, To entertain a thief or two in pay,

Disease or comes not, or finds easy cure, (And they that can afford th' expense of more, Prevented much by diet neat and plain ; Some half-a-dozen and some half-a-score,)

Or, if it enter, soon starv'd out again : Great cause occurs, to save him from a band

Where all th' attention of his faithful host, So sure to spoil him, and so near at band;

Discreetly limited to two at most, A point secur'd, if once he be supplied

May raise such fruits as shall reward his care,
With some such Mentor always at his side.

And not at last evaporate in air:
Are such men rare ? perhaps they would abound, Where, stillness aiding stady, and his mind
Were occupation easier to be found,

Serene, and to his duties much inclin'd,
Were education, else so sure to fail,

Not occupied in day.dreams, as at home, Conducted on a manageable scale,

Of pleasures past, or follies yet to come, And schools, that have outliv'd all just esteem,

His virtuous toil may terminate at last Exchang'd for the secure domestic scheme.

In settled habit and decided taste.But, having found him, be thou duke or earl,

But whom do I advise ? the fashion-led, Show thou hast sense enongh to prize the pearl, Tb' incorrigibly wrong, the deaf and dead,

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Whom care and cool deliberation suit
Not better much than spectacles a brute ;
Who, if their sons some slight tuition share,
Deem it of no great moment whose, or where;
Too proud t'adopt the thoughts of one unknown,
And much too gay t' have any of their own.
“ But courage, man !" methought the Muse replied,
“ Mankind are various, and the world is wide :
The ostrich, silliest of the feather'd kind,
And form’d of God without a parent's mind,
Commits her eggs, incautious, to the dust,
Forgetful that the foot may crush the trust;
And, while on public nurs'ries they rely,
Not knowing, and too oft not caring, why,
Irrational in what they thus prefer,
No few, that would seem wise, resemble her.
But all are not alike. Thy warning voice
May here and there prevent erroneous choice;
And some perhaps, who, busy as they are,
Yet make their progeny their dearest care,
(Whose hearts will ache, once told what ills may reach
Their offspring, left u pon so wild a beach,)
Will need no stress of argument t' enforce
Th' expedience of a less advent'rous course;
The rest will slight thy counsel, or condemn;
But they have human feelings-turn to them."

To you, then, tenants of life's middle state,
Securely plac'd between the small and great,
Whose character, yet andebauch'd, retains
Two-thirds of all the virtue that remains,
Who, wise yourselves, desire your son should learn
Your wisdom and your ways-to you I turn.
Look round you on a world perversely blind ;
See what contempt is fall’n on human kind;
See wealth abus’d, and dignities misplac'd,
Great titles, offices, and trusts disgrac'd,
Long lines of ancestry, renown'd of old,
Their noble qualities all quench'd and cold ;
See Bedlam's closetted and hand-cuff'd charge
Surpass'd in phrenzy by the mad at large;
See great commanders making war a trade,
Great lawyers, lawyers without study made;
Churchmen, in whose esteem their blest employ
Is odions, and their wages all their joy,
Who, far enough from furnishing their shelves
With Gospel lore, turn infidels themselves;
See womanhood despis'd, and manhood sham'd
With infamy too nauseous to be nam'd,
Fops åt all corners, lady-like in mien,
Civetted fellows, smelt ere they are seen,
Else coarse and rude in manners, and their tongue
On fire with curses, and with nonsense hung, (pale,
Now flush'd with drunk’nness, now with whoredom
Their breath a sample of last night's regale;
See volunteers in all the vilest arts,
Men well endow'd, of honourable parts,
Design'd by Nature wise, but self-made fools ;
All these, and more like these, were bred at schools.
And if it chance, as sometimes chance it will,
That, though school-bred, the boy be virtuous still;
Such rare exceptions, shining in the dark,
Prove, rather than impeach, the just remark:
As here and there a twinkling star descried
Serves but to show how black is all beside.
Now look on him, whose very voice in tone
Just echoes thine, whose features are thine own,
And stroke his polish'd cheek of purest red,
And lay thine hand upon his flaxen head,
And say, “ My boy, th’ unwelcome hour is come,
When thou, transplanted from thy genial home,
Must find a colder soil and bleaker air,
And trust for safety to a stranger's care

What character, what turn thou wilt assume
From constant converse with I know not whom ;
Who there will court thy friendship, with what

views,
And, artless as thou art, whom thou wilt choose ;
Though much depends on what thy choice shall be,
Is all chance-medley, and unknown to me.”
Canst thou, the tear just trembling on thy lids,
And while the dreadful risk foreseen forbids;
Free to, and under no constraining force,
Unless the sway of custom warp thy course;
Lay such a stake upon the losing side,
Merely to gratify so blind a guide ?
Thou canst not! Nature, pulling at thine heart,
Condemns th' unfatherly, th’ imprudent part.
Thou wouldst not, deaf to Nature's tend'rest plea,
Turn him adrift upon a rolling sea,
Nor say, Go thither, conscious that there lay
A brood of asps, or quicksands in his way:
Then, only govern'd by the self-same rule
Of natral pity, send him not to school.
No-guard him better. Is he not thine own,
Thyself in mi ture, thy flesh, thy bone?
And hop'st thou not ('t is ev'ry father's hope)
That, since thy strength must with thy years elope,
And thou wilt need some comfort, to assuage
Health's last farewell, a staff of thine old age,
That then, in recompense of all thy cares,
Thy child shall show respect to thy grey hairs,
Befriend thee, of all other friends bereft,
And give thy life it's only cordial left?
Aware, then, how much danger intervenes,
To compass that good end, forecast the means.
His heart, now passive, yields to thy command;
Secure it thine, it's key is in thine hand.
If thou desert thy charge, and throw it wide,
Nor heed what guests there enter and abide,
Complain not if attachments lewd and base
Supplant thee in it, and usurp thy place.
But, if thou guard it's sacred chambers sure
From vicious inmates and delights impure,
Either his gratitude shall hold him fast,
And keep him warm and filial to the last;
Or, if he prove unkind (as who can say
But, being man, and therefore frail, he may ?)
One comfort yet shall cheer thine aged heart,
Howe'er he slight thee, thou hast done thy part.
Oh barb'rous! wouldst thou with a Gothic hand
Pull down the schools what l-all the schools i'th'

land?
Or throw them up to liv'ry-nags and grooms,
Or turn them into shops and auction-rooms?
A captious question, sir, (and yours is one,)
Deserves an answer similar, or none.
Wouldst thou, possessor of a flock, employ
(Appris'd that he is such) a careless boy,
And feed him well, and give him handsome pay,
Merely to sleep, and let them run astray?
Survey our schools and colleges, and see
A sight not much unlike my simile.
From education, as the leading cause,
The public character it's colour draws;
Thence the prevailing manners take their cast,
Extravagant or sober, loose or chaste.
And, though I would not advertise them yet,
Nor write on each-T'his building to be let,
Unless the world were all prepar'd t embrace
A plan well worthy to supply their place;
Yet, backward as they are, and long have been,
To cultivate and keep the MORALS clean,
(Forgive the crime,) I wish them, I confess,
Or better manag’d, or encourag'd less,

212

TABLE-TALK.

Si te fortè meæ gravis uret sarcina chartæ,
Abjicito.

Hor. Lib. i. Epist. 13.

A. You told me, I remember, “ Glory, built Is worth, with all it's gold and glittring store,
On selfish principles, is shame and guilt ;

Just what the toy will sell for, and no more.
The deeds, that men admire as half divine,

Oh! bright occasions of dispensing good, Stark naught, because corrapt in their design.” How seldom us’d, how little understood ! Strange doctrine this! that without scruple tears To pour in Virtue's lap ber just reward; The laurel, that the very lightning spares;

Keep Vice restrain'd behind a double guard ; Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust,

To quell the faction, that affronts the throne,
And eats into his bloody sword like rust.

By silent magnanimity alone;
B. I grant that, men continuing what they are, To nurse with tender care the thriving arts;
Fierce, avaricious, proud, there must be war.

Watch ev'ry beam Philosophy imparts;
And never meant the rule should be applied

To give Religion her unbridl'd scope, To him, that fights with justice on his side.

Nor judge by statute a believer's hope ; Let laurels, drench'd in pure Parnassian dews, With close fidelity and love unfeign'd Reward his mem'ry, dear to ev'ry Muse,

To keep the matrimonial bond unstain'd ; Who, with a courage of unshaken root,

Covetous only of a virtuous praise ; In honour's field advancing his firm foot,

His life a lesson to the land he sways; Plants it upon the line that Justice draws,

To touch the sword with conscientious awe, And will prevail or perish in her cause.

Nor draw it but when duty bids him draw; "T is to the virtues of such men man owes

To sheath it in the peace-restoring close His portion in the good that Heav'n bestows.

With joy beyond what victory bestows;
And when recording History displays

Blest country, where these kingly glories shine!
Feats of renown, though wrought in ancient days, Blest England, if this happiness be thine !
Tells of a few stout hearts, that fought and died,

A. Guard what you say ; the patriotic tribe
Where duty placed them, at their country's side; Will sneer and charge you with a bribe.-B. A bribe !
The man, that is not mov'd with what he reads,

The worth of his three kingdoms I defy, That takes not fire at their heroic deeds,

To lure me to the baseness of a lie : Unworthy of the blessings of the brave,

And, of all lies, (be that one poet's boast,) Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.

The lie that flatters I abhor the most. But let eternal infamy pursue

Those arts be theirs, who hate his gentle reign, The wretch to nonght but his ambition true,

But he that loves him bas no need to feign. Who, for the sake of filling with one blast

A. Your smooth euloginm to one crown address’d, The post-horns of all Europe, lays her waste.

Seems to imply a censure on the rest. Think yourself station'd on a tow'ring rock,

B. Quevedo, as he tells his sober tale, To see a people scatter'd like a flock,

Ask’d, when in Hell, to see the royal jail; Some royal mastiff panting at their heels,

Approv'd their method in all other things; With all the savage thirst a tiger feels;

“ But where, good sir, do you confine your kings ?” Then view him self-proclaim'd in a gazette

“ There,” said his guide, “ the group is full in view." Chief monster that has plagu'd the nations yet. “ Indeed !” replied the don, “ there are but few." The globe and sceptre in such hands misplac'd, His black interpreter the charge disdain'dThose ensigns of dominion, how disgrac'd !

“ Few, fellow!-there are all that ever reigu’d.”
The glass, that bids man mark the fleeting hour, Wit, undistinguishing, is apt to strike
And Death's own scythe would better speak his pow'r; The guilty and not guilty both alike:
Then grace the bony phantom in their stead

I grant the sarcasm is too severe,
With the king's shoulder-knot and gay cockade; And we can readily refute it here;
Clothe the twin-brethren in each other's dress, While Alfred's name, the father of his age,
The same their occupation and success.

And the Sixth Edward's, grace th' historic page.
A. 'T is your belief the world was made for man; «A. Kings then at last have but the lot of all :
Kings do but reason on the self-same plan :

By their own conduct they must stand or fall. Maintaining yours, you cannot theirs condemn,

B. True. While they live, the courtly laureat pays Who think, or seem to think, man made for them. His quit-rent ode, his pepper-corn of praise; B. Seldom, alas ! the pow'r of logic reigns

And many a dunce, whose fingers itch to write, With much sufficiency in royal brains;

Adds, as he can, his tributary mite : Such reas'ning falls like an inverted con

A subject's faults a subject may proclaim, Wanting it's proper base to stand upon.

A monarch's errours are forbidden game! Man made for kings ! those optics are but dim Thus free from censure, overaw'd by fear, That tell you so-say, rather they for him.

And prais'd for virtues, that they scorn to wear,
That were indeed a king-ennobling thought,

The fleeting forms of majesty engage
Could they, or would they, reason as they ought. Respect, while stalking o'er life's narrow stage;
The diadem, with mighty projects lin'd

Then leave their crimes for history to scan,
To catch renown by ruining mankind,

And ask with busy scorn, “ Was this the man ?”

I pity kings, whom Worship waits apon

Gen'rals, who will not conquer when they may, Obsequious from the cradle to the throne ;

Firm friends to peace, to pleasure, and good pay : Before whose infant eyes the flatt'rer bows,

When Freedom, wounded almost to despair, And binds a wreath about their baby brows;

Though Discontent alone can find out where; Whom Education stiffens into state,

When themes like these employ the poet's tongue, And Death awakens from that dream too late.

I hear as mute as if a syren sung.
Oh! if Servility with supple knees,

Or tell me, if you can, what pow'r maintains
Whose trade it is to smile, to crouch, to please ; A Briton's scorn of arbitrary chains :
If smooth Dissimulation, skill'd to grace

That were a theme might animate the dead,
A devil's purpose with an angel's face;

And move the lips of poets cast in lead. If smiling peeresses, and simp'ring peers,

B. The cause, though worth the search,, may yet Encompassing his throne a few short years ;

elude If the gilt carriage and the pamper'd steed,

Conjecture and remark, however shrewd.
That wants no driving, and disdains the lead ; They take perhaps a well-directed aim,
If guards, mechanically form'd in ranks,

Who seek it in his climate and his frame.
Playing, at beat of drum, their martial pranks, Lib'ral in all things else, yet Nature here
Should'ring and standing as if stuck to stone,

With stern severity deals out the year. While condescending majesty looks on;

Winter invades the spring, and often pours If monarchy consist in such base things,

A chilling flood on summer's drooping flow'rs; Sighing, I say again, “ I pity kings !”

Unwelcome vapoars quench autumnal beams, To be suspected, thwarted, and withstood,

Ungenial blasts attending curl the streams:. Ev'n when he labours for his country's good;

The peasants urge their harvest, ply the fork To see a band, call'd patriot for no cause,

With double toil, and shiver at their work; But that they catch at popular applause,

Thus with a rigour, for his good design'd, Careless of all th' anxiety he feels,

She rears her fav'rite man of all mankind. Hook disappointment on the public wheels;

His form robust and of elastic tone, With all their flippant fluency of tongue,

Proportion'd well, half muscle and half bone, Most confident, when palpably most wrong:

Supplies with warm activity and force If this be kingly, then farewell for me

A mind well-lodg'd, and masculine of course. All kingship ; and may I be poor and free!

Hence Liberty, sweet Liberty inspires To be the Table-Talk of clubs up stairs,

And keeps alive his fierce but noble fires. To which th' unwash'd artificer repairs,

Patient of constitutional controul, T' indulge his genius, after long fatigue,

He bears it with meek manliness of soul; By diving into cabinet-intrigue;

But if Authority grow wanton, woe
(For what kings deem a toil, as well they may, To him that treads upon his free-born toe;
To him is relaxation and mere play ;)

One step beyond the bound'ry of the laws
To win no praise when well-wrought plans prevail, Fires him at once in Freedom's glorious cause.
But to be rudely censur'd when they fail ;

Thus proud Prerogative, not much rever'd,
To doubt the love his fav’rites may pretend,

Is seldom felt, though sometimes seen and heard, And in reality to find no friend;

And in his cage, like parrot fine and gay, If he indulge a cultivated taste,

Is kept to strut, look big, and talk away. His gallries with the works of art well grac'd,

Born in a climate softer far than ours, To hear it call'd extravagance and waste ;

Not form'd like us, with such Herculean pow'rs, If these attendants, and if such as these,

The Frenchman, easy, debonair, and brisk, Must follow royalty, then welcome ease ;

Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk, However humble and confin'd the sphere,

Is always happy, reign whoever may,
Happy the state, that has not these to fear. [dwelt And laughs the sense of mis’ry far away.

A. Thus men, whose thoughts contemplative have He drinks his simple bev'rage with a gust;
On situations that they never felt,

And, feasting on an onion and a crust,
Start up sagacious, cover'd with the dust

We never feel the alacrity and joy, Of dreaming study and pedantic rust,

With which he shouts and carols Vive le Roy ! And prate and preach about what others prove, Fill'd with as much true merriment and glee, As if the world and they were hand and glove. As if he heard his king say—“ Slave, be free." Leave kingly backs to cope with kingly cares;

Thus happiness depends, as Nature shows, They have their weight to carry, subjects theirs ; Less on exterior things than most suppose. Poets, of all men, ever least regret

Vigilant over all that he has made, Increasing taxes and the nation's debt.

Kind Providence attends with gracious aid; Could you contrive the payment, and rehearse Bids equity throughout his work prevail, The mighty plan, oracular, in verse,

And weighs the nations in an even scale ; No bard, howe'er majestic, old or new,

He can encourage Slav'ry to a smile, Should claim my fix'd attention more than you. And fill with discontent a British isle. B. Not Brindly nor Bridewater would essay

A. Freemen and slave then, if the case be such, To turn the course of Hellicon that way;

Stand on a level : and you prove too much: Nor would the Nine consent the sacred tide

If all men indiscriminately share Should purl amidst the traffic of Cheapside.

His fost'ring power and tutelary care, Or tinkle in 'Change Alley, to amuse

As well be yok'd by Despotism's band, The leathern ears of stock jobbers and Jews.

As dwell at large in Britain's charter'd land. A. Vouchsafe, at least, to pitch the key of rhyme B. No. Freedom has a thousand charms to show, To themes more pertinent, if less sublime.

That slaves, howe'er contented, never know. When ministers and ministerial arts;

The mind attains beneath her happy reign Patriots, who love good places at their hearts; The growth, that Nature meant she should attain; When admirals, extoll’d for standing still,

The varied fields of science, ever new, Or doing nothing with a deal of skill ;

Op'ning and wider op'ning on her view,

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She ventures onward with a prosp'rons force,

The country's need have scantily applied, While no base fear impedes her in her course.

And the last left the scene, when Chatham died. Religion, richest favour of the skies,

B. Not so--the virtue still adorns our age, Stands most reveal'd before the freemen's eyes;

Though the chief actor died upon the stage. No shades of superstition blot the day,

In him Demosthenes was heard again; Liberty chases all that gloom away;

Liberty taught him her Athenian strain;
The soul emancipated, unoppress'd,

She cloth'd him with authority and awe,
Free to prove all things, and hold fast the best, Spoke from his lips, and in his looks gave law.
Learns much; and to a thousand list’ning minds

His speech, bis form, his action, full of grace,
Communicates with joy the good she finds :

And all his country beaming in his face, Courage in arms, and ever prompt to show

He stood, as some inimitable hand His manly forehead to the fiercest foe;

Would strive to make a Paul or Tully stand. Glorious in war, but for the sake of peace,

No sycophant or slave, that dar'd oppose His spirits rising as his toils increase,

Her sacred cause, but trembled when he rose; Guards well what arts and industry have won,

And ev'ry venal stickler for the yoke And freedom claims him for her first-born son.

Felt himself crush'd at the first word he spoke. Slaves fight for wliat were better cast away

Such men are rais'd to station and command, The chain that binds them, and a tyrant's sway;

When Providence means mercy to a land. But they, that fight for freedom, undertake

He speaks, and they appear; to him they owe The noblest cause mankind can have at stake;

Skill to direct, and strength to strike the blow; Religion, virtue, truth, whate'er we call

To manage with address, to seize with pow'r

The crisis of a dark decisive hour.
A blessing-freedom is the pledge of all.
O Liberty! the pris'ner's pleasing dream,

So Gideon earn'd a victory not bis own;
The poet's muse, his passion, and his theme;

Subservieney his praise, and that alone. Genins is thine, and thou art Fancy's nurse ;

· Poor England! thou art a devoted deer, Lost without thee th' ennobling pow'rs of verse;

Beset with every ill but that of fear. Heroic song from thy free touch acquires

The nations hunt; all mark thee for a prey; It's clearest tone, the rapture it inspires :

They swarm around thee, and thou stand'st at bay, Place me where Winter breathes bis keenest air,

Undaunted still, though wearied and perplex'd, And I will sing, if Liberty be there;

Once Chatham say'd thee: but who saves thee

next? And I will sing at Liberty's dear feet, In Afric's torrid clime, or India's fiercest heat.

Alas! the tide of pleasure sweeps along A. Sing where you please; in such a cause I grant

All that should be the boast of British song. An English poet's privilege to rant:

'T is not the wreath, that once adorn'd thy brow, But is not Freedom--at least is not ours

The prize of bappier times, will serve thee now. Too apt to play the wanton with her pow'rs,

Our ancestry, a gallant, Christian race, Grow freakish, and, o'erleaping ev'ry mound,

Patterns of ev'ry virtue, ev'ry grace, Spread anarchy and terrour all around ?

Confess'd a God: they kneeld before they fought, B. Agreed. But would you sell or slay your horse

And prais'd him in the victories he wrought, For bounding and curvetting in his course?

Now from the dust of ancient days bring forth Or if, when ridden with a careless rein,

Their sober zeal, integrity, and worth ; He break away, and seek the distant plain ?

Courage ungrac'd by these, affronts the skies,
No. His high mettle, under good controul,

Is but the fire without the sacrifice.
Gives him Olympic speed, and shoots him to the goal. The stream, that feeds the well-spring of the heart,
Let Discipline employ her wholesome arts ;

Not more invigorates life's noblest part,
Let magistrates alert perform their parts,

Than Virtue quickens with a warmth divine Not skulk or put on a prudential mask,

The pow'rs, that Sin has brought to a decline. As if their duty were a desp’rate task;

A. Th'inestimable Estimate of Brown Let active Laws apply the needful curb,

Rose like a paper-kite, and charm'd the town; To guard the Peace, that Riot would disturb;

But measures plann'd and executed well, And Liberty, preserv'd from wild excess,

Shifted the wind that rais'd it, and it fell. Shall raise no feuds for armies to snppress.

He trod the very self-same ground you tread, When Tumult lately burst his prison-door,

And Victory refuted all he said. And set plebeian thousands in a roar ;

B. And yet his judgment was not fram'd amiss When he usurp'd Authority's just place,

if it err'd, was merely this And dar'd to look his master in the face ;

He thought the dying hour already come, When the rude rabble's watchword was- Destroy ! And a complete recov'ry struck him dumb. And blazing London seem'd a second Troy;

But that effeminacy, folly, lust, Liberty blush'd, and hung her drooping head,

Enervate and enfeeble, and needs must; Beheld their progress with the deepest dread;

And that a nation shamefully debas'd, Blush'd, that effects like these she should produce,

Will be despis'd, and trampled on at last, Worse than the deeds of galley-slaves broke loose.

Unless sweet Penitence her pow'rs renew, She loses in such storms her very name,

Is truth, if History itself be true. And fierce Licentiousness should bear the blame.

There is a time, and Justice marks the date, Incomparable gem! thy worth untold;

For long-forbearing Clemency to wait; Cheap though blood-bought, and thrown away when

That hour elaps'd, th' incurable revolt sold;

Is punish'd, and down comes the thunderbolt. May no foes ravish thee, and no false friend

If Mercy then put by the threatning blow, Betray thee, while professing to defend !

Must she perform the same kind office now 3 Prize it, ye ministers; ye monarchs, spare;

May shel and, if offended Heav'n be still Ye patriots, guard it with a miser's care.

Accessible, and pray'r prevail, she will. A. Patriots, alas ! the few that have been found, 'T is not, however, insolence and noise, Where most they flourish, apon English ground,

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