THE PACK-HORSE AND THE CARRIER.

To a young Nobleman.

BEGIN, my Lord, in early youth
To suffer, nay, encourage truth;
And blame me not for disrespect,
If I the flatterer's style reject;
With that, by menial tongues supplied,
You're daily cocker'd up in pride.

The tree's distinguish'd by the fruit:
Be virtue then your first pursuit.
Set your great ancestors in view:
Like them deserve the title too;
Like them ignoble actions scorn;
Let virtue prove you greatly born.

Though with less plate their sideboard shone, Their conscience always was their own;

They ne'er at levees meanly fawn'd,
Nor was their honour yearly pawn'd;
Their hands by no corruption stain'd,
The ministerial bribes disdain'd;
They served the crown with loyal zeal,
Yet, jealous of the public weal,
They stood the bulwark of our laws,
And wore at heart their country's cause;
By neither place nor pension bought,
They spoke and voted as they thought:
Thus did your sires adorn their seat;
And such alone are truly great.

If you the paths of learning slight,
You're but a dunce in stronger light.
In foremost rank the coward placed,
Is more conspicously disgraced.

If

you,

to serve a paltry end,

To knavish jobs can condescend,

We pay you the contempt that's due;
In that you have precedence too.
Whence had this illustrious name?
you

From virtue and unblemish'd fame?
By birth alone the name descends,
Your honour on yourself depends:
Think not your coronet can hide
Assuming ignorance and pride.
Learning by study must be won;
'Twas ne'er entailed from son to son.

Superior worth your rank requires ;
For that mankind reveres your sires:
If you degenerate from your race,
Their merits heighten your disgrace.

A Carrier, every night and morn,
Would see his horses eat their corn:
This sunk the hostler's vails, 'tis true;
But then his horses had their due.
Were we so cautions in all cases,
Small gain would rise from greater places.
The manger now had all its measure;
He heard the grinding teeth with pleasure;
When all at once confusion rung;

They snorted, jostled, bit and flung.

A Pack-horse turn'd his head aside,
Foaming, his eyeballs swell'd with pride.

"Good gods!" says he, "how hard's my lot!
Is then my high descent forgot?
Reduced to drudgery and disgrace
(A life unworthy of my race),
Must I, too, bear the vile attacks
Of ragged scrubs and vulgar hacks ?
See scurvy Roan, that brute ill bred,
Dare from the manger thrust my head!
Shall I, who boast a noble line,
On offals of these creatures dine!

Kick'd by old Ball! so mean a foe!
My honour suffers by the blow.
Newmarket speaks my grandsire's fame,
All jockeys still revere his name:

There, yearly are his triumphs told,
There all his massy plates enroll'd.
Whene'er led forth upon the plain,
You saw him with a livery train :
Returning too, with laurels crown'd,
You heard the drums and trumpets sound.
Let it then, Sir, be understood,
Respect's my due, for I have blood."

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'Vainglorious fool!" the Carrier cried, Respect was never paid to pride. Know, twas thy giddy wilful heart Reduced thee to this slavish part. Did not thy headstrong youth disdain To learn the conduct of the rein ? Thus coxcombs, blind to real merit, In vicious frolics fancy spirit. What is't to me by whom begot? Thou restive, pert, conceited sot. Your sires I reverence; 'tis their due: But, worthless fool, what's that to you? Ask all the Carriers on the road, They'll say thy keeping's ill bestow'd: Then vaunt no more thy noble race, That neither mends thy strength or pace. What profits me thy boast of blood? An ass hath more intrinsic good. By outward show let's not be cheated! An ass should like an ass be treated."

SOON as your Father's death was known
(As if the estate had been their own),
The gamesters outwardly express'd
The decent joy within your breast:
So lavish in your praise they grew,
As spoke their certain hopes in you.
One counts your income of the year;
How much in ready money clear.

"No house," says he, "is more complete;

The garden's elegant and great.

How fine the park around it lies!

The timber's of a noble size!