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PRUDENTI0. Why nothing --- let the children have their way. Our grave remarks will never make them wiser, And sad experience is their best adviser. But, hark! the palace clock is striking three, So even go home and eat your beef with me..
An imitator of Pope, whose talents were so far successful
that they raised him from obscurity to affluence.
the Lord Donnerayle called The Grove, in Hert-
By Ovid, among other wonders we're told
The lord of the mansion most rightly conceiting,
And possess'd by the devil, as some folks will tell
ye, What was meant for the soul, he assign'd to the
The word was scarce given when down dropp'd
the clock, And straight was seen fixed, in the form of a jack; And shameful to tell ! pulpits, benches, and pews, Form’d cupboards, and shelves for plates, sauce
pans, and stews.
Prayer-books turnid into platters ; nor think it a
fable, A dresser sprung out of the communion-table; Which instead of the usual repast, bread and wine, Is stored with rich soups, and good English sirloin.
No fire but what pure devotion could raise,
For a Jew many people the master mistook,
And thought he design'd our religion to alter, When they saw the burnt-offering smoke at the
The bell's solemn sound, that was heard far and
near, And oft roused the chaplain unwilling to prayer, No more to good sermons now summons the sinner, But blasphemous rings in the country to dinner.
When my good lord the bishop had heard the
strange story, How the place was profaned that was built to G-'s
glory ; Full of zeal he cried out, Oh how impious the
deed, " To cram Christians with pudding, instead of the
o creed !"
Then away to the grove hied the church's protec
Resolving to give his lay brother a lecture; .
“ Truth !" quoth he, “ I find no great sin in the
plan, “ What was useless to G-d to make useful to
man : * Besides, 'tis a true Christian duty, we read, “ The poor and the hungry with good things to
Then again on the walls he bestow'd consecration, But reserved the full rights of a free visitation : Thus, 'tis still the Lord's house-only varied the
treat, Now, there's meat without grace where was
grace without meat.