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Endu'd with reason only to descry

Points, which, unless the Scripture made them plair His crimes and follies with an aching eye; The wisest heads might agitaie in vain. With passions, just that he may prove, with pain, O thou, whom, borne on fancy's eager wing The force he spends against their fury vain; Back to the season of life's happy spring, And if, soon after having burnt, by turns,

I pleas'd remember, and, while Mem'ry yet
With ev'ry lust, with which frail Nature burns, Holds fast her office here, can ne'er forget;
His being end, where death dissolves the bond, Ingenious dreamer, in whose well-lold tale
The tomb take all, and all be blank beyond ; Sweet fiction and sweet truth alike prevail;
Then he, of all that Nature has brought forth, Whose hum'rous vein, strong sense, and simple style,
Stands self-impeach'd the creature of least worth, May teach the gayest, make the gravest smile ;
And useless while he lives and when he dies, Witty, and well-employ'd, and, like thy Lord,
Brings into doubt the wisdom of the skies. Speaking in parables his slighted word;

Truths, that the learn'd pursue with eager thought, I name thee not, lest so despis’d a name
Are not important always as dear bought, Should move a sneer at thy deserved fame;
Proving at last, though told in pompous strains, Yet evin in transitory life's late day,
A childish waste of philosophic pains;

That mingles all my brown with suber grey,
But truths, on which depends our main concern, Revere the man, whose Pilgrim marks the road,
That 'tis our shame and mis’ry not to learn, And guides the PROGRESS of the soul to God.
Shine by the side of ev'ry path we tread

"T' were well with most, if books, that could engage With such a lustre, he that runs may read. Their childhood, pleas'd them at a riper age; "Tis true that, if to trifle lise away

The man, approving what had charm'd the boy, Down to the sun-set of their latest day,

Would die at last in comfort, peace, and joy; Then perish on futurity's wide shore

And not with curses on his heart, who stole
Like fleeting exhalations, found no more,

The gem of truth from his unguarded soul.
Were all that Heav'n requir'd of human-kind, The stamp of artless piety impress'd
And all the plan their destiny design'd,

By kind tuition on his yielding breast,
What none could rev'rence all might justly blame, The youth now bearded, and yet pert and raw,
And man would breathe but for his Maker's Regards with scorn, though once receiv'd with awe;
shame.

And, warp'd into the labyrinth of lies, But reason heard, and Nature well perus'd, That babblers, call'd philosophers, devise, At once the dreaming mind is disabus d.

Blasphemes his creed, as founded on a plan, If all we find possessing earth, sea, air,

Replete with dreams, unworthy of a man. Reflect his attributes, who plac'd them there, Touch but his nature in its ailing part, Fulfil the purpose, and appear design'd

Assert the native evil of his heart, Proofs of the wisdom of th' all-seeing mind, His pride resents the charge, although the proof "Tis plain the creature, whom he chose t’invest Rise in his forehead, and seem rank enough: With kingship and dominion o'er the rest,

Point to the cure, describe a Savior's cross Received his nobler nature, and was made

As God's expedient to retrieve his loss, Fit for the power, in which he stands array'd; The young apostate sickens at the view, That first, or last, hereafier, if not here,

And hates it with the malice of a Jew. He, too, might make his author's wisdom clear, How weak the barrier of mere Nature proves, Praise him on Earth, or, obstinately dumb,

Oppos'd against the pleasures Nature loves !
Suffer his justice in a world to come.

While self-betray'd, and wilfully undone,
This once believ'd, 'twere logic misapplied, She longs to yield, no sooner woo'd than won
To prove a consequence by none denied,

Try now the merits of this blest exchange
That we are bound to cast the minds of youth

of modest truth for wit's eccentric range. Betimes into the mould of heav'nly truth,

Time was, he clos'd as he began the day,
That taught of God they may indeed be wise, With decent duty, not asham'd 10 pray:
Nor, ignorantly wand'ring, miss the skies.

The practice was a bond upon his heart,
In early days the conscience has in most A pledge he gave for a consistent part ;
A quickness, which in later life is lost:

Nor could he dare presumptuously displease
Preserv'd from guilt by salutary fears,

A pow'r, confessd so lately on his knees. Or, guilty, soon relenting into lears.

But now, farewell all legendary tales, Too careless ofien, as our years proceed,

The shadows sy, philosophy prevails; What friends we sort with, or what books we read, Pray'r to the winds, and caution to the waves; Our parents yet exert a prudent care,

Religion makes the free by nature slaves. To feed our infant minds with proper fare ;

Priests have invenied, and the World admir'd
And wisely store the nurs'ry by degrees

What knavish priests promulgate as inspird ;
With wholesome learning, yet acquird with ease. Till Reason, now no longer overaw'd,
Nearly secur'd from being soild or torn

Resumes her pow'rs, and spurns the clumsy fraud Beneath a pane of thin translucent horn,

And, common-sense diffusing real day, A book (to please us al a tender age

The meieor of the Gospel dies away. "Tis call'd a book, though but a single page) Such rhapsodies our shrewd discerning youih Presents the pray'r the Savior deign'd to teach, Learn froin expert inquirers after truth; Which children use, and parsons when they Whose only care, might Truth presume to speal, preach.

Is not to find what they profess to seek. Lisping our syllables, we scramble next

And thus, well-tutor d only while we share
Through moral narrative, or sacred text;

A mother's lectures and a nurse's care ;
And learn with wonder how this world began, And taught at schools much mythologic stuff,
Who made, who marr'd, and who has ransom'd, man. But sound religion sparingly enough;

Our early notices of truth, disgrac'd,

Elisha's eye, that, when Gehazi stray'd, Soon lose their credit, and are all effac'd.

Went with him, and saw all the game he play'd ? Would you your son should be a sot or dunce, Yes-ye are conscious; and on all the shelves Lascivious, headstrong, or all these at once ; Your pupils strike upon, have struck yourselves. That in good time the stripling's finish'd taste Or if, by nature sober, ye had then, For loose expense, and fashionable waste, Boys as ye were, the gravity of men; Should prove your ruin, and his own at last ; Ye knew at least, by constant proofs address'd Train him in public with a mob of boys,

To ears and eyes, the vices of the rest. Childish in mischief only and in noise,

But ye connive at what ye cannot cure, Else of a mannish growth, and five in ten

And evils, not to be endur'd, endure, In infidelity and lewdness men.

Lest pow'r exerted, but without success, There shall he learn, ere sixteen winters old, Should make the little ye retain still less. That authors are most useful pawn'd or sold; Ye once were justly fam'd for bringing forth That pedantry is all that schools impart,

Undoubted scholarship and genuine worth; But taverns teach the knowledge of the heart; And in the firmament of fame still shines There waiter Dick, with Bacchanalian lays, A glory, bright as that of all the signs, Shall win his heart, and have his drunken praise, of poets rais'd by you, and statesmen, and divines. His counsellor and bosom-friend shall prove, Peace to them all! those brilliant times are fled, And some street-pacing harlot his first love. And no such lights are kindling in their stead ; Schools, unless discipline were doubly strong, Our striplings shine indeed, but with such rays Detain their adolescent charge too long;

As set the midnight riot in a blaze; The management of tyroes of eighteen

And seem, if judg’d by their expressive looks, Is difficult, their punishment obscene.

Deeper in none than in their surgeons' books. The stout tall captain, whose superior size

Say, Muse, (for education made the song, The minor heroes view with envious eyes, No Muse can hesitate, or linger long.) Becomes their pattern, upon whom they fix What causes move us, knowing as we must, Their whole attention, and ape all his tricks. That these menageries all fail their trust, His pride, that scorns t'obey or to submit, To send our sons to scout and scamper there, With them is courage; his effrontry, wit.

While colts and puppies cost us so much care? His wild excursions, window-breaking feats,

Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, Robb’ry of gardens, quarrels in the streets, We love the play-place of our early days; His hairbreadth 'scapes, and all his daring schemes, The scene is touching, and the heart is stone, Transport them, and are made their fav’rite themes. That feels not at that sight, and feels at none. In little bosoms such achievements strike The wall on which we tried our graving skill, A kindred spark: they burn to do the like. The very name we carv'd subsisting still; Thus, balf-accomplish'd ere he yet begin

The bench on which we sat while deep employ'd, To show the peeping down upon his chin; Though mangled, hack’d, and hew'd, not yet destroy'd And, as maturity of years comes on,

The little ones, unbutton'd, glowing hot,
Made just th' adept that you design'd your son; Playing our games, and on the very spot;
T' insure the perseverance of his course,

As happy as we once, to kneel and draw
And give your monstrous project all its force, The chalky ring, and knuckle down at taw;
Send him to college. If he there be tam'd, To pitch the ball into the grounded hat,
Or in one article of vice reclaim'd,

Or drive it devious with a dextrous pat;
Where no regard of ord'nances is shown

The pleasing spectacle at once excites
Or look'd for now, the fault must be his own. Such recollection of our own delights,
Some sneaking virtue lurks in him, no doubt, That, viewing it, we seem almost t'obtain
Where neither strumpets' charms, nor drinking. Our innocent sweet simple years again.
bout,

This fond attachment to the well-known place Nor gambling practices, can find it out.

Whence first we started into life's long race, Such youths of spirit, and that spirit too, Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway, Ye nurs’ries of our boys, we owe to you:

We feel it ev'n in age, and at our latest day. Though from ourselves the mischief more proceeds, Hark! how the sire of chits, whose future share For public schools 'tis public folly feeds.

of classic food begins to be his care, The slaves of custom and establish'd mode, With his own likeness plac'd on either knee, With pack-horse constancy we keep the road, Indulges all a father's heart-felt glee; Crooked or straight, through quags or thorny dells, And tells them, as he strokes their silver locks, True to the jingling of our leader's bells.

That they must soon learn Latin, and to box; To follow foolish precedents, and wink

Then turning he regales his list'ning wife With both our eyes, is easier than to think : With all th' adventures of his early life: And such an age as ours balks no expense, His skill in coachmanship, or driving chaise, Except of caution, and of common sense; In bilking tavern-bills, and spouting plays; Else, sure, notorious fact, and proof so plain, What shifts he us'd, detected in a scrape, Would turn our steps into a wiser train.

How he was flogg'd, or had the luck i' escape;
I blame not those, who, with what care they can, What sums he lost at play, and how he sold
O’erwatch the num'rous and anruly clan; Watch, seals, and all—till all his pranks are told.
Or, if I blame, 'tis only that they dare

Retracing thus his frolics, ('tis a name
Promise a work, of which they must despair. That palliates deeds of folly and of shame,)
Have ye, ye sage intendants of the whole, He gives the local bias all its sway;
A ubiquarian presence and control,

Resolves that, where he play'd, his sons shall play,

And destines their bright genius to be shown Pressid on his part by means, that would disgrace
Just in the scene, where he display'd his own. A scriv'ner's clerk, or foolman out of place,
The meek and bashful boy will soon be taught, And ending, if at last its end be gain'd,
To be as bold and forward as he ought;

In sacrilege, in God's own house profan'd.
The rude will scuffle through with ease enough, It may succeed; and, if his sins should call
Great schools suit best the sturdy and the rough. For more than common punishment, it shall;
Ah happy designation, prudent choice,

The wretch shall rise, and be the thing on Earth Th’event is sure; expect it, and rejoice!

Least qualified in honor, learning, worth, Soon see your wish fulfill'd in either child,

To occupy a sacred, awful post, The pert made perter, and the tame made wild. In which the best and worthiest tremble most.

The great, indeed, by titles, riches, birth, The royal letters are a thing of course,
Excus'd th' encumbrance of more solid worth, A king, that would, might recommend his horse ;
Are best dispos’d of where, with most success And deans, no doubt, and chapters, with one voice
They may acquire that confident address,

As bound in duty, would confirm the choice.
Those habits of profuse and lewd expense, Behold your bishop! well he plays his part,
That scorn of all delights but those of sense, Christian in name, and intidel in heart,
Which, though in plain plebeians we condemn, Ghostly in office, earthly in his plan,
With so much reason all expect from them

A slave at court, elsewhere a lady's man;
But families of less illustrious fame,

Dumb as a senator, and as a priest
Whose chief distinction is their spotless name, A piece of mere church-furniture at best;
Whose heirs, their honors none, their income small, To live estrang'd from God his total scope,
Must shine by true desert, or not at all,

And his end sure, without one gliinpse of hope.
What dream they of, that with so little care But fair although and feasible it seem,
They risk their hopes, their dearest treasure, there ? Depend not much upon your golden dream;
They dream of little Charles or William grac'd For Providence, that seems concern'd t'exempt
With wig prolix, down flowing to his waist; The hallow'd bench from absolute contempt,
They see th' attentive crowds his talents draw, In spite of all the wrigglers into place,
They hear him speak—the oracle of law.

Still keeps a seat or two for worth and grace; The father, who designs his babe a priest,

And therefore 'tis, that, though the sight be rare, Dreams him episcopally such at least ;

We sometimes see a Lowth or Bagot there. And, while the playful jockey scours the room Besides, school-friendships are not always found, Briskly, astride upon the parlor broom,

Though fair in promise, permanent and sound; In fancy sees him more superbly ride

The most disint'rested and virtuous minds, In coach with purple lin'd, and mitres on its side. In early years connected, time unbinds; Events improbable and strange as these,

New situations give a diff'rent cast Which only a parental eye foresees,

Of habit, inclination, temper, taste; A public school shall bring to pass with ease.

And he, that seem'd our counterpart at first, But how? resides such virtue in that air,

Soon shows the strong similitude revers'd. As must create an appetite for pray'r ?

Young heads are giddy, and young hearts are warm And will it breathe into him all the zeal,

And make mistakes for manhood to reform. That candidates for such a prize should feel, Boys are at best but pretty buds unblown, To take the lead and be the foremost still

Whose scent and hues are rather guess'd than known In all true worth and literary skill ?

Each dreams that each is just what he appears, " Ah blind to bright futurity, untaught

But learns his error in maturer years,
The knowledge of the world, and dull of thought! When disposition, like a sail unfurld,
Church-ladders are not always mounted best Shows all its rents and patches to the world.
By learned clerks, and Latinists profess'd.

If, therefore, ev'n when honest in design,
The exalted prize demands an upward look, A boyish friendship may so soon decline,
Not to be found by poring on a book :

"Twere wiser, sure, t'inspire a little heart Small skill in Latin, and still less in Greek, With just abhorrence of so mean a part, Is more than adequate to all I seek.

Than set your son to work at a vile trade, Let erudition grace him, or not grace,

For wages so unlikely to be paid.
I give the bauble but the second place;

Our public hives of puerile resort,
His wealth, fame, honors, all that I intend, That are of chief and most approv'd report,
Subsist and centre in one point-a friend. To such base hopes, in many a sordid soul,
A friend, whate'er he studies or neglects,

Owe their repute in part, but not the whole.
Shall give him consequence, heal all defects. A principle, whose proud pretensions pass
His intercourse with peers and sons of peers, Unquestion'd, though the jewel be but glass-
There dawns the splendor of his future years : That with a world, not ofien over-nice,
In that bright quarter his propitious skies

Ranks as a virtue, and is yet a vice;
Shall blush betimes, and there his glory rise. Or rather a gross compound, justly tried,
Your Lordship, and Your Grace! what school can teach Of envy, batred, jealousy, and pride-
A rhet'ric equal to those parts of speech?

Contributes most, perhaps, t'enhance their fame
What need of Homer's verse, or Tully's prose, And emulation is its specious name.
Sweet interjections ! if he learn but those ? Boys, once on fire with that contentious zeal,
Let rev'rend churls his ignorance rebuke,

Feel all the rage, that female rivals feel; Who starve upon a dog's-ear'd Pentateuch, The prize of beauty in a woman's eyes The parson knows enough, who knows a duke." Not brighter than in theirs, the scholar's prize Egregious purpose! worthily begun

The spirit of that competition burns In barb'rous prostitution of your son;

With all varieties of ill by turns ;

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Each vainly magnifies his own success,

How! turn again to tales long since forgot, Resents his fellow's, wishes it were less,

Æsop, and Phaedrus, and the rest ?—Why not! Exults in his miscarriage, if he fail,

He will not blush, that has a father's heart, Deems his reward too great, if he prevail, To take in childish plays a childish part; And labors to surpass him day and night,

But bends his sturdy back to any toy Less for improvement than to tickle spite. That youth takes pleasure in, to please his boy ; The spur is pow'rful, and I grant its force ; Then why resign into a stranger's hand It pricks the genius forward in its course,

A task as much within your own command, Allows short time for play, and none for sloth ; That God and Nature, and your int’rest too, And, felt alike by each, advances both :

Seem with one voice to delegate to you?
But judge, where so much evil intervenes, Why hire a lodging in a house unknown
The end, though plausible, not worth the means. For one, whose tend'rest thoughts all hover round
Weigh, for a moment, classical desert

your own ?
Against a heart deprav'd and temper hurt; This second weaning, needless as it is,
Hurt too, perhaps, for life ; for early wrong, How does it lac'rate both your heart and his !
Done to the nobler part, affects it long ;

Th’indented stick, that loses day by day
And you are staunch, indeed, in learning's cause, Notch after notch, till all are smooth'd away,
If you can crown a discipline, that draws Bears witness, long ere his dismission come,
Such mischiefs after it, with much applause. With what intense desire he wants his home.

Connexions formd for intrest, and endear'd But though the joys he hopes beneath your roof
By selfish views, thus censur'd and cashier'd ; Bid fair enough to answer in the proof,
And emulation, as engend'ring hate,

Harmless, and safe, and nat'ral as they are, Doom'd to a no less ignominious fate :

A disappointment waits him even there : The props of such proud seminaries fall,

Arriv'd, he feels an unexpected change, The Jachin and the Boaz of them all.

He blushes, hangs his head, is shy and strange, Great schools rejected then, as those that swell No longer takes, as once, with fearless ease, Beyond the size that can be manag'd well, His fav’rite stand between his father's knees, Shall royal institutions miss the bays,

But seeks the corner of some distant seat, And small academies win all the praise !

And eyes the door, and watches a retreat, Force not my drift beyond its just intent,

And, least familiar where he should be most, I praise a school as Pope a government;

Feels all his happiest privileges lost. So take my judgment in his language dress'd, Alas, poor boy! the natural effect “Whate'er is best administer'd is best.”

Of love by absence chill'd into respect. Few boys are born with talents that excel, Say, what accomplishments, at school acquir'd, But all are capable of living well;

Brings he, to sweeten fruits so undesir'd ? Then ask noi, Whether limited or large;

Thou well deserv'st an alienated son, But, Watch they strictly, or neglect their charge ? Unless thy conscious heart acknowledge--none; If anxious only, that their boys may learn, None that, in thy domestic snug recess, While morals languish, a despis'd concern, He had not made his own with more address, The great and small deserve one eommon blame, Though some, perhaps, that shock thy feeling mind Diff'rent in size, but in effect the same.

And Better never learn'd, or left behind. Much zeal in virtue's cause all teachers boast, Add too, that, thus estrang'd, thou canst obtain Though motives of mere lucre sway the most : By no kind arts his confidence again ; Therefore in towns and cities they abound, That here begins with most that long complaint For there the game they seek is easiest found; Of filial frankness lost, and love grown faint, Though there, in spite of all that care can do, Which, oft neglected, in life's waning years Traps to catch youth are most abundant too. A parent pours into regardless ears. If shrewd, and of a well-constructed brain,

Like caterpillars, dangling under trees Keen in pursuit, and vig'rous to retain,

By slender threads, and swinging in the breeze, Your son come forth a prodigy of skill,

Which filthily be wray and sore disgrace As, wheresoever taught, so form'd, he will ; The boughs, in which are bred th' unseemly race, The pedagogue, with self-complacent air, While ev'ry worm industriously weaves Claims more than half the praise as his due share. And winds his web about the riveld leaves ; But if, with all his genius, he betray,

So num'rous are the follies, that annoy
Not more intelligent than loose and gay,

The mind and heart of ev'ry sprightly boy ;
Such vicious habits, as disgrace his name, Imaginations noxious and perverse,
Threaten his health, his fortune, and his fame; Which admonition can alone disperse.
Though want of due restraint alone have bred Th' encroaching nuisance asks a faithful hand,
The symptoms, that you see with so much dread; Patient, affectionate, of high command,
Unenvied there, he may sustain alone

To check the procreation of a breed
The whole reproach, the fault was all his own. Sure to exhaust the plant on which they feed.
O 'tis a sight to be with joy perus’d,

"Tis not enough that Greek or Roman page, By all whom sentiment has not abus'd;

At stated hours, his freakish thoughts engage,
New-fangled sentiment, the boasted grace Ev’n in his pastimes be requires a friend,
Of those who never feel in the right place; To warn, and teach him safely to unbend;
A sight surpass'd by none that we can show, O'er all his pleasures gently to preside,
Though Vestris on one leg still shine below; Watch his emotions, and control their tide;
A father blest with an ingenuous son,

And levying thus, and with an easy sway,
Father, and friend, and tutor, all in one.

A tax of profit from his very play,

T'impress a value, not to be eras'd,

To double all thy pleasure in thy child, On moments squander'd else, and running all to waste. His mind informd, his morals undefild. And seems it nothing a father's eye,

Safe under such a wing, the boy shall show That unimprov'd those many moments fly? No spots contracted among grooms below, And is he well content his son should find

Nor taint his speech with meannesses, design'd
No nourishment to feed his growing mind, By footman Tom for witty and refind.
But conjugated verbs, and nouns declin'd? There, in his commerce with the liv'ried herd,
For such is all the mental food purvey'd

Lurks the contagion chiefly to be fear'd;
By public hackneys in the schooling trade; For since (so fashion dictates) all, who claim
Who feed a pupil's intellect with store

A higher than a mere plebeian fame,
Of syntax, truly, but with little more ;

Find it expedient, come what mischief may, Dismiss their cares, when they dismiss their flock, To entertain a thief or two in pay, Machines themselves, and governd by a clock. (And they that can afford th' expense of more, Perhaps a father, blest with any brains,

Some half-a-dozen and some half-a-score,)
Would deem it no abuse, or waste of pains, Great cause occurs, to save him from a band
T' improve this diet, at no great expense,

So sure to spoil him, and so near at hand ;
With sav'ry truth and wholesome common sense ; A point secur'd, if once he be supplied
To lead his son, for prospects of delight,

With some such Mentor always at his side.
To some not steep, though philosophic, height, Are such men rare ? perhaps they would abound,
Thence to exhibit to his wond'ring eyes

Were occupation easier to be found, Yon circling worlds, their distance, and their size, Were education, else so sure to fail, The moons of Jove, and Saturn's belted ball, Conducted on a manageable scale, And the harmonious order of them all;

And schools, that have ouiliv'd all just esteem, To show him in an insect or a flow'r

Exchang'd for the secure domestic scheme. Such microscopic proof of skill and pow'r, But, having found him, be thou duke or earl, As, hid from ages past, God now displays, Show thou hast sense enough to prize the pearl, To combat atheists with in modern days ;

And, as thou wouldst th' advancement of thine heis To spread the Earth before him, and commend, In all good faculties beneath his care, With designation of the finger’s-end,

Respect, as is but rational and just,
Its various parts to his attentive note,

A man deem'd worthy of so dear a trust.
Thus bringing home to him the most remote ; Despis’d by thee, what more can he expect
To teach his heart to glow with gen'rous fame, From youthful folly than the same neglect ?
Caught from the deeds of men of ancient fame : A flat and fatal negative obtains
And, more than all, with commendation due, That instant upon all bis future pains;
To set some living worthy in his view,

His lessons tire, his mild rebukes offend,
Whose fair example may at once inspire

And all th' instruction of thy son's best friend A wish to copy, what he must admire.

Are a stream chok’d, or trickling to no end. Such knowledge gain'd betimes, and which appears, Doom him not then to solitary meals ; Though solid, not too weighty for his years,

But recollect, that he has sense, and feels; Sweet in itself, and not forbidding sport,

And that, possessor of a soul refin'd,
When health demands it, of athletic sort,

An upright heart, and cultivated mind,
Would make him—what some lovely boys have been, His post not mean, his talents not unknown,
And more than one perhaps that I have seen- He deems it hard to vegetate alone.
An evidence and reprehension both

And, if admitted at thy board he sit,
or the mere school-boy's lean and tardy growth. Account him no just mark for idle wit ;
Art thou a man professionally tied,

Offend not him, whom modesty restrains With all thy faculties elsewhere applied,

From repartee, with jokes that he disdains ; Too busy to intend a meaner care,

Much less transfix his feelings with an oath ; Than how t'enrich thyself, and next thine heir ? Nor frown, unless he vanish with the cloth.Or art though (as though rich, perhaps thou art) And, trust me, his utility may reach But poor in knowledge, having none t'impart ? - To more than he is hird or bound to teach ; Behold that figure, neat, though plainly clad ; Much trash unutter'd, and some ills undone, His sprightly mingled with a shade of sad; Through rev’rence of the censor of thy son. Not of a nimble tongue, though now and then But, if thy table be indeed unclean, Heard to articulate like other men:

Foul with excess, and with discourse obscene, No jester, and yet lively in discourse,

And thou a wretch, whom, foll'wing her old plan, His phrase well chosen, clear, and full of force ; The world accounts an honorable man, And his address, if not quite French in ease, Because forsooth thy courage has been tried, Not English stiff, but frank, and form'd to please ; And stood the test, perhaps on the wrong side! Low in the world, because he scorns its arts ; Though thou hadst never grace enough to prove, A man of letters, manners, morals, parts;

That any thing but vice could win thy love ;Unpatroniz'd, and therefore little known;

Or hast thou a polite, card-playing wife, Wise for himself and his few friends alone- Chain'd to the routs that she frequents for life ; In him thy well-appointed proxy see,

Who, just when industry begins to snore, Arm'd for a work too difficult for thee;

Flies, wing’d with joy, to some coach-crowded door Prepar'd by taste, by learning, and true worth, And thrice in ev'ry winter throngs thine own To form thy son, to strike his genius forth; With half the chariots and sedans in town, Beneath thy roof, beneath thine eye, to prove Thyself, meanwhile, e'en shifting as thou may'st ; The force of discipline, when back'd by love; Not very sober though, nor very chaste ; 99

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