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With shaven crown in a sequester'd cell
A lazy lubbard there was seen to lay;
And indolently snore the hours away.
As crimes of foulest stain, and deepest dye: No social hopes hath he, no social fears, But spends in lethargy devout the lingering years.
Gnashing his teeth in mood of furious ire
Fierce Persecution sat, and with strong breath Wakes into living flame large heaps of fire,
And feasts on murders, massacres, and death. Near him was placed Procrustes’ iron bed
To stretch or mangle to a certain size ; To see their writhing pains each heart must bleed,
To hear their doleful shrieks and piercing cries; Yet he beholds them with unmoisten'd eye, Their writhing pains his sport, their moans his
A gradual light diffusing o'er the gloom,
And slow approaching with majestick pace; A lovely maid appears in Beauty's bloom,
With native charms, and unaffected grace:
Her hand a clear reflecting mirror shows,
In which all objects their true pictures wear, And on her cheek a blush indignant glows - To see the horrid sorceries practised there ; She snatch'd the volume from the tyrant's rage, Unlock'd its iron clasps, and ope'd the heavenly page.
“ My name is Truth, and you, each holy seer,
“ That all my steps with ardent gaze pursue, “ Unveil, she said, the sacred mysteries here,
“ Give the celestial boon to public view. “ Tho' blatant Obloquy with leperous mouth « Shall blot your fame, and blast the generous
deed, " Yet in revolving years some generous youth
“ Shall crown your virtuous act with glory's meed. “ Your names adorn'd in *Gilpin's polish'd page, w With each historick grace, shall shine thro' every
“ Exert of torment all her horrid skill ;
* The Rev. Mr. William Gilpin, author of the lives of Bernard Gilpin, Bishop Latimer, Vick!iff, and in principal of his follo.vers.
“ Yet when the Dragon in the deep abyss
“ Shall lie, fast bound in adamantine chain, “ Ye with the Lamb shall rise to ceaseless bliss,
“ First-fruits of death, and partners of his reign; " Then shall repay the momentary tear “ The great sabbatick rest, the millenary year:
Dodd's was a life of thoughtlessness and extravagance, and
he paid dearly for all his faults in the conclusion of it. Courage at an earlier period, to have met the evils hę brought upon himself, might have saved him from the last and most terrible one. Had he lived an economist he might have died honourably. Yet, let him have his due; and his claim is not sinall - Many were reclaimed from vice and many relieved from wretchedness by his labours. Who derived advantage from his death? When one reads his pathetick appeals for mercy, at his trial, and in the Prison-thoughts, one is tempted to ask if the hearts to which they were made were human,
or ever knew what it was to err ? But it was an appeal to Avarice under the name of Justice :
and at a tribunal, where property is of more value than the life of man, such an appeal is not likely to he heard. The advertisement prefixed to the MS. of the Prison-thoughts,
concludes with a remarkable break, more impressive than
the most finished rhetorick. « The thinking will easily pardon all inaccuracies, as I am
neither able nor willing to read over these melancholy lines with a curious and critical eye. They are imperfect, but the language of the heart; and had I time and inclination, might and should be improved.
Thoughts in Prison.
Yer, oh ye sons of Justice !--ere we quit