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Then, while such horiors bloonaround his head, l'Of life's mieand'ring path, opon thy head
Shall he sit sadly by the sick man's bed, May shower down every blessing, every joy.
To raise the hope he feels nof, or with zeal Which health, which virtue, and which fame
To conıbat fears that ev'n the pious feel?

can give!

Yet think not I will deign to flatter thee: § 126. The Reason for describing the Fices of The guide, the pilot of thy iender years,

Shall he, the guardian of thy faith and truth, the Village. CRABBE.

Teachi thy young heart to feel a spurious glow Yet why, you ask, these humble crimes relate, At undeserved praise? Perish the slave Why make the poor as guilty as the great? Whose venal breath in youth's unpractis'd ear To show the great, those mightier sons of pride, Pours poison'd Aattery, and corrupts the soul How near in vice the lowest are allied : With vain conceit; whose base ungenerous art Such are their natures, and their passions such, Fawns on the vice, which some with honest hand But these disguise too little, those too much : Have torn for ever from the bleeding breast ! So shall the man of pow'r and pleasure see Say, gentle youth, remember'st thou the day In his own slave as vile a wretch as he; When o'er thý tender shoulders first ! hung In his luxuriant lord the servant find

The golden lyre, and taught thy treinbling hand His own low pleasures and degenerate mind: To touch th' accordant strings ? From that blest And each in all the kindred vices trace I've seen thee panting up the hill of fame; [hour

fa poor, blind, bewilderd, erring race ; Thy litle heart beat high with honest praise, Who, a short time in varied fortune past, Thy cheek was flush'd, ar:d oft thy sparkling ere Die, and are equal in the dust at last, Shot flames of young ambition. Nerer quench And you, ye poor, who still lament your fate, That generous ardor in thy virtuous breast. Forbear to envy those you reckon great; Sweet is the concord of harmonious sounds, And know, and those blessings they possess, When the soft lute or pealing organ strikes They are, like you, the victims of distress ; The well-attemper'd ear; sweet is the breath While Sloth with manyapang torments herslavé, of honest love, when nymph and gentle swaid Fearwaits on guilt, and Danger shakes the brave. Waft sighs alternate to each other's heart :

But not the concord of harmonious sounds,

When the soft lute or pealing otgani strikes $. 127. Apology for Vagrants. Anon.

The well-attemper'd car ; nor the sweet breath For him, who, lost to ev'ry hope of life, Of honest love, when nymph and gentle swain Has long with fortune held unequal strife, Waft sighs alternate to each other's heart, Known to no hunian love, no human care, So charm with ravishment the taptur'd sense, The friendless, homeless object of despair ; As does the voice of well-deserv'd report For the poor vagrant feel, while he complains, Strike with sweet melody the corscious-soul. Nor from sad freedom send to sadder chains.

On ev'ry object thro' the giddy world Alike, if folly or misfortune brought

Which fashion to the dazzled eye presents, Those last of woes his evil days have wrought ; Fresh is the gloss of newness ; look', Jear youth, Relieve with social mercy, and, with mc, O look, but not adınire : let not these Folly's misfortune iir the first degree,

Rase from thy noble heart the fair records Perhaps on some in hospitable

shore Which youth and education planted there : The houseless wretch a widow'd parent bore ; Let not affection's full, impetuonis tide, Who, then no more by golden prospects led, Which riots in thy generous breast, be check Of the poor Indian begg'd a leafy bed. By selfish cares ; iior let the idle jcers Cold, on Canadian hills, or Minden's plain, Of laughing fools make thee forget thyself. Perhaps that parent mournd her soldier slain ; When

didst thou hear a tender tale of woe,
Bent o'er her bahe, her eye dissolv'd in dew, And feel thy heart at rest? Have I not seen
The big drops mingling with the niilk he drew, In thy swoln cyc the tear of sympathy,
Gave the sad presage of his future years, Thewilk of human kindness? When didst thou,
The child of misery, baptiz'd in tcars!

With envy rankling, hear a rival prais'd?
When didst thou slight the wretched? whendes.

The modest humble suit of poverty ? $ 128. Epistle to a young Gentleman, on his These virtues still be thine ; nor ever learn

(pise leaving Eton School. By Dr. Roberts.

To look with cold eye on the charities Since now a nobler scenc awakes thy care, Of brother, or of parents; think on those Since manhood dawning, to fair Granta's tow'rs, Whoseanxiouscarethro' childhood's slippery park Where once in life's gay spring I lovid to roam, Sustain'd thy feeble steps ; whose every wishi Invites thy willing steps ; accept, dear youth, Is wasted still w thee; remember those, This parting strain ; accept the fervent pray'r Even in thy heart, while memory holds her seat. Of him who loves thee with a passion pure And oft as to thy mind thou shalt recal As ever friendship dropp'd in human heart ; The sweet companions of thy earliest years, The pray’r, That he who guides the hand of youth Mates of thy sport, and rivals in the strife Thro' all the puzzled and perplexed round Of every generous art, remember me.

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Some pleasing bank where verdant osiers play,

Some peaceful vale with nature's painting gay, $ 129. London. A Poem. Whcre once the harass'd Briton found repose, By Dr. JOHNSON. And safe in poverty defy'd his foes ;

Some secret cell, ye pow’rs indulgent, give, in Imitation of the third Satire of Juvenal,

Let live here, for one bas learn'd to live. 1733.

Hert let those reign whom pensions can incite

To vote a patriot black, a courtier white;
Quis inepta

Explain their country's dear-bought rights “ Tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus ut teneat se ?"

Juv. And plead for pirates in the face of day;

With slavish tenets taint our poison d youth,
Tupuru grief and fondness in my breast rebel and lend a lie the confidence of truth.
When injurd Thales bids the town farewel, Let such raise palaces, and manors buy,
Yet still my calmer thoughts his choice com- Collect a tax, or farm a lottery ;

With warbling eunuchs fill a licens'd stage, I praise the hermit, but regret the friend; And lull to servitude a thoughtless age. Who now resolves, from vice and London far, Heroes, proceed! what bounds your pride shall To breathe in distant ficlds a purer air;

hold ? And fix'd on Cambria’s solitary shore, What check restrain your thirst of power and Give to St. David one true Briton more.

gold ? For who would leave, unbrib'd, Hibernia's Behold rebellious virtue quite o'erthrowa, land,

Behold our fame, our wealth, our lives your Or change the rocks of Scotland for the Strand? There none are swept by sudden fate away, To such a groaning nation's spoils are given, But all whom hunger spares, with age decay; When public crimes inflame'the wrath of hea. Here malice, rapine, accident, conspire,

[me, And now a rabble rages, now a fire;

But what, my friend, what hope remains for Their ambush here relentless russians lay, Who start at theft, and blush at perjury? And here the fell attorney prowls for prey; Who scarce forbear, though Britain's court he Here falling houses thunder on your head,

sing, And here a female atheist talks you dead. To pluck a titled poet's borrow'd wing; While Thales waits the wherry that contains A siatesman's logic unconvin'd can hear, Of dissipated wealth the small remains, And dare to slumber o'er the Gazetteer ; On Thames's banks in silent thought we Despise a fool in half his pension dress d, stood,

And strive in vain to laugh at H--y's jest. Where Greenwich smiles upon the silver Others, with softer siniles, and subtler art,

Cau sap the principles, or taint the heart; Struck with the seal that gave Eliza * birth, With more address a lover's note convey, We kneel and kiss the consecrated earth; Or bribe a virgin's innocence away. In pleasing dreams the blissful age renew, Well may they rise, while I, whose rustic And call Britannia's glories back to view ;

tongue Behold her cross triumphant on the main, Ne'er knew to puzzle right, or varnish wrong i The guard of commerce, and the dread of Spurn’d as a beggar, dreaded as a spy, Spain;

Live unregarded, unlamented die. Ere masquerades debauch’d, excise oppressid, For what but social guilt the friend endears ? Or English honor grew a standing jest. Who shares Orgelio's crimes, his fortune shares.

A transient calm the happy scenes bestow, But thou, should tempting villany present And for a moment lull the sense of wce. All Marlborough hoarded, or all Villiers spent, At length awaking, with contemptuous frown, Turn from the glitt'ring bribe thy scornful eye, Indignant Thales eyes the neighbouring town. Nor sell for gold what gold could never buy; Since worth, he cries, in these degenerate days, The peaceful slumber, self-approving day, Wants e'cn the cheap reward of empty praise; Unsullied fame, and conscience erer gay. In those curs’d walls, devote to vice and gain, The cheated nation's happy fav’rites see! Since unrewarded science toils in vain ; Mark whom the great caress, who frown on Since hope but sooths to double my distress,

me! And ev'ry inoinent leaves my little less ; London, the needy villain's gen'ral home While

yet my steady steps no staff sustains, The common-sewer of Paris and of Rome; And life, still vig'ióus, revels in any veins ; With eager thirst, by folly or hy fate, Grant me, kind heaven, to find some happier Sucks in the dress of each corrupted state. place,

Forgive my transports on a theme like this, Where hønesty and sense are no disgrace ; I cannot bear a French inetropolis.

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Illustrious Edward, from the realms of day, The sober trader at a tatter'd cloak,
The land of heroes and of saints survey ;

Wakes from his dream, and labors for a joke ; Nor hope the british lineamients to trace, With brisker air the silken courtiers gaze, The rustic grandeur or the surly grace,

And turn the varicd taunt a thousand ways. But lost in thoughtless ease and empty show, Of all the griefs that harass the distress'd, Behold the warrior dwindled to a beau; Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest ; Sense, freedom, piery, rehn'd away, Faie nerer wounds more deep the gen'rous of France the mimic, and of Spain the prey:

heart, All that at home no inore can beg or steal, Than when a block head's insult points the dart. Or like a gibbet better than a wheel;

Has Heaven reservd, in pity to the poor,
Hiss'd from the stage, or hootced from the court, No pathless waste or undiscover'd shore?
Their air, their dress, their politics import; No secret island in the boundless main?
Obsequious, artful, voluble, and gay,

No peaceful desert yet unclaim'd by Spain ?
On Britain's fond credulity they prey. Quick let us rise, the happy seats explore,
No gainful trade their industry can 'scape. And bear oppression's insolence no more.
They sing, they dance, clean shoes, or cure a This mournful truth is every where confessid,

Slow rises worth, by poverty depress'd :
All sciences a fasting Monsieur knows, But here more slow, where all are slaves to gold,
And bid him go to hell, to hell he goes.

Where looks are merchandise, and smiles are Ah! what avails it, that from slav'ry far, I drew the breath of life in English air; Where won by bribes, by Aatteries implor'd, Was early taught a Briton's right to prize, The groom retails the favors of his lord. And lisp the tale of Henry's victories; But hark! the affrighted crowd's tumultuous If the gull’d conqueror receives the chain,


[kies: And Aattery subdues when arms are rain? Roll through the streets, and thunder to the

Studious to please, and ready to subnit, Rais'd from some pleasing dream of wealth and The subtlc Gaul was born a parasite :

pow'r, Still to his int'rest true where'er he goes, Some pompous palace, or some blissful bow'r, Wit, brav'ry, worth, his lavish tongue bestows; Aghasi you start, and scarce with aching sight In ev'ry face a thousand graces shine, Sustain the approaching fire's treinendous light; From ev'ry tongue flows harınony divine. Swift from pursuing horrors take your way, These arts in vain our rugged natives try, And leave your little all to flames a prey; Strain out, with falt'ring ditfidence, a lie, Then through the world a wretched vagrant And gain a kick for awkward flattery.

roam, Besides, with justice, this discerning age For where can starving merit find a home? Admires their wond'rous taleuts for the stage : In vain your mournful narrative disclose, Well may thèy venture on the mimic's art, While all neglect, and most insult your woes, What play from morn to night a borrow'd part; Should Heaven's just bolts, Orgilio's wealth Practis'd their master's notions to embrace;

confound, Repeat his maxims, and reflect his face; And spread his flaming palace on the ground, With ev'ry wild absurdity comply,

Swift o'er the land the dismal rumor flies, And view its object with another's eye; And public mournings pacify the skics, To shake with laughter e'er the jest they hear, The laureat tribe in servile verse relate, To pour at will the counterfeited tear; How virtne wars with persecuting fate ; And as their patron hints the cold or heat, With well-feign'd gratitude the pension'd band To shake in dog-days, in December sweat. Refund the plunder of the beggar'd land.

How, when conipetitors like these contend, See! while he builds, the gaudy vassals come, Can surly virtue hope to fis a friend? And crowd with sudden wealth the rising dome; Slaves that with serious impudence beguile, The price of boroughs and of souls restore ; And lie without a blusli, without a smile; And raise his treasure higher than before ; Exalt each trifle, ev'ry vice adore,

Now bless'd with all the baubles of the great, Your taste in snuff, your judgement in a whore; The polish'd marble, and the shining plate, Can Balbo's eloquence applaud, and swear Orgilio sees the golden pile aspire, He gropes his breeches with a monarch's air. And hopes from Angry Hear'n another fire. For arts like these preferr’d, admir'd, caress’d, Could'st thou resign the park and play conThey first invade your table, then your breast; tent, Explore your secrets with insidious art, For the fair banks of Serern or of Trent; Watch the weak hour, and ransack all the heart; There might'st thou find some elegant retreat, Then soon your ill-plac'd confidence repay, Some hireling Senator's deserted seat; Commence your lords, and govern or betray. And stretch the prospects o'er the smiling land,

By, numbers here from shame and censure free, For less than reni the dungeons of the strand; All crimes are safe but hated poverty. There prune thy walks, support thy drooping This, only this, the rigid law pursues,

This, only this, prorokes the snarling Muse. - Direct thy rivulets, and twine thy bow's ;


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And, while thy grounds a cheap repast afford, Yet not in cities oft ; 'in proud and gay,
Despise the dainties of a venal lord :

And gain-devoted cities. Thither flow,
There ev'ry bush with nature's music rings, As to a conimon and most noisome sewer,
There ev'ry breeze bears health upon its wings; The dregs and seculence of ev'ry land.
On all thy hours security shall smile,

In cities, foul example on most minds And bless thine evening walk and morning toil, Begets its likeness. 'Rank abundance breeds

Prepare for death if here at night you roam, In gross and pamper'd cities sloth and lust, And sign your will before you eup from home. And wantonness, and gluttonous excess. Some fiery fop, with new commission vain, In citics, vice is hidden with most case, Who sleeps on brambles til! he kills his man ; Or seen with least reproach; and virtue, taught Some frolic drunkard, reeling from a feast, By frequent lapse, can hope no triumph there Provokes a broil, and stabs you for a jest. Beyond th' achievement of successful fight. Yet e'en these heroes, mischievously gay,

I do confess them nurs'ries of the arts, Lords of the street, and terrors of the

way; In which they flourish most; where, in the Flush'd as they are with folly, youth, and wine,

beams Their prudent insults to the poor confine ; Of warm encouragement, and in th' eye After they mark the flambeaux's bright ap- of public note, they reach their perfect size. proach,

Such London is, by taste and wealth proAnd shun the shining train, and golden coach.

claim'd In vain, these dangers past, your doors you The fairest capital of all the world, close,

By riot and incontinence the worst. And hope the balmy blessings of repose : There, touch'd by Reynolds, a dull blank beCruel with guilt, and daring with despair,

comes The midnight murd'rer bursts the faithless bar; A lucid mirror, in which Nature sees Invades the sacred hour of silent rest,

All her reflected features. Bacon there And plants, unsecn, a dagger in your breast. Gives more than female beauty to a stone, Scarce can our fields, such crowds at Tyburn And Chatham's eloquence to marble lips. die,

Nor does the chisel occupy alone With hemp the gallows and the fleet supply. The pow'rs of sculpture, but the style as much; Propose your schemes, ye senatorian band, Each province of her art her equal care. Whose ways and means support the sinking With nice incision of her guided steel

She ploughs a brazen field, and clothes a soil Lest ropes he wanting in the tempting spring, So sterile with what charnis soe'er she will, To rig another convoy for the king

The richest scenery, and the loveliest forms. A single gaol in Alfred's golden reign,

Where finds Philosophy her eagle eye, Could halt ihe nation's criminals contain ; With which she gazes at yon burning disk Fair justice then, without constraint ador'd,

Undazzled, and detects and counts his spots ? Held high the steady scale, but sheath'd the In London. Where her implements exact,

With which she calculates, compuies, and No spies were paid, no special juries known, Blest age!. but ah! how diff'rent from our All distance, motion, magnitude; and now own!

Measures an atom, and now girds a world ? Much could I add but see the boat at hand, In London. Where has commerce such a The tide retiring, calls me from the land :

mart, Farewell! When youth, and health, and for- So rich, so ihxong’d, so drain d, and so supplied tune spent,

As London, opulent, enlarg’d, and still Thou Ay'st for refuge to the wilds of Kent; Increasing London: Babylon of old And tir'd like me with follies and with crimes, Not inore the glory of the earth, than she In angry numbers warn’st succeeding times, A more accomplish'd world's chief glory now. Then shall thy friend, nor thou refuse his aid, She has her praise. Now mark a spot or two Still foe to vice, forsake his Cambrian shade; That so much beauty would do well io purge; In virtue's cause once more exert his rage,

And show this queen of cities, that'so fair, Thy satire point, and animate thy page.

May yet be foul, so witty, yet not wise.
It is not seemly, nor of good report,

That she is slack in discipline; more prompt $ 130. Great Cities, and London in particular, T'avenge than to prevent the breach of law. allowed their due Praise. CowPER. That she is rigid in denouncing death

On petiy.robbers, and indulges life But tho' true worth and virtue in the mild And liberty, and oft-times honor too, Aud genial soil of cultivated life

To peculators of the public gold. Thrive nost, and may perhaps thrive only That thièves at home must hang; but he that there,



sword ;


The gation was discontented at the visits made by George II. to Hanover.

Into his overzorg'd and bloated purse If e'er it chanc'd, as sometimes chance it must,
The wealth of Indian provinces, escapes. That one, among so many, overleap'd
Nor is it well, nor can it coine to good, The limits of control, his gentle eye
That, through profane and infidel conteropt Grew stern, and darted a severe rebuke;
of holy writ, she has perfum'd t'annul His frown was full of terror, and his voice
And abrogate, as roundly as she may, Shook the delinquent with such fits of awe
The total ordinance and will of God;

As left him not, till penitence had won Advancing fashion to the post of truth, Lost favor back again, and clos'd the breach. And cent'ring all authority in morles

But Discipline, a faithful servant long, And customs of her own, till Sabbath rites Decliu'd at length into the vale of years : Have dwindled into unrespected forms, A palsy struck his arm; his sparkling, eye. And knees and hassocks are well-nigh divorc'd. Was quench'd in rheums of age ; his voice God made the country, and man made the unstrung, town.

[gifts Grew tremulous, ard mox'a derision more What wonder then that health and virtue, The rev'rence in perverse rebellious youth. That can alone make sweet the bitter draught So colleges and halls neglected much That life holds out to all should most abound, Their good old friend ; and Discipline at length, And least be threaten'd, in the fields and groves? | O'erlook'd and unemployd, fell sick, and died. Possess ye therefore, ye who, borne about, Then Study languish'd, Emulation slept, In chariots and sedans, know no fatigue And Virtue fled. The schools became a scene But that of idleness, and taste no scenes Of solemn farce, where Ignorance in stilts, But such as art contrives, possess ye still His cap well lind with logic not his own, Your element; there only ye can shine, With parroi tongue performd the scholar's part, There only minds like yours can do no harm. Proceeding soon a graduated Dunce. Our groves were planted to console at noon Then Compromise had place, and Scrutiny The pensive wand'rer in their shades. At eve Became stone blind, Precedence went in truck, The moon-beam, sliding softly in between And he was competent whose purse was so. The sleeping leaves, is all the sight they wish; A dissolution of all bonds ensued : Birds warbling, all the music. We can spare The curbs invented for the mulish mouth The splendor of your lamps ; they but eclipse Of headstrong youth were broken; bars and bolts Our softer satellite. Your songs confound Grew rusty by disuse ; and massy gates Our more harmonious notes. The tbrush de- Forgot their office, op'ning with a touch;

Till gowns at length are found mere masquerade; Scar'd, and th' offended nightingale is mute. The tassel'd cap and the spruce band a jest, There is a public mischief in your mirth ; A inock'ry of the world. 'What need of these It plagues your country. Folly such as yours, For gamester's, jockies, brothellers impure, Grac'd with a sword, and worthier of a fan, Spendthrifts, and booted sportsmen, oft'ner seen Has made, which enemies could ne'er hare With belted waist, and pointers at their heels, done,

Than in the bounds of duty? What was learn d,
Our arch of empire, steadfast but for you, If aught was learn'd in childhood, is forgot;
A mutilated structure, soon to fall.

And such expence as pinches parents blue,
And mortifies the lib'ral hand of love,

Is squander'd in pursuit of idle sports $ 131. The Want of Discipline in the English And vicious pleasures, buys the boy a name University. Cowper.

That sits a stigma to his father's house, In colleges and halls, in antient days, And cleaves through life inseparably close When learning, virtue, piety, and iruth

To him that wears it. Whai can after-games Were precious, and inculcated with care, Of riper joys, and commerce with the world, There lwelt a sage, called Discipline. His head, The lewd vain world that must receive him sooa, Not yet by time completely silver'd o'er, Add to such endition thus acquir'd, Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth, Where science and where virtue are profess'd? But strong for service still, and unimpair'd. They may confirm his habits, rivet fast His eye was meek and gentle, and a smile His folly'; but to spoil him is a task Play'd on his lips, and in his speech was heard That bids dchance to th' united pow'rs Paternal sweetness, dignity, and love. Of fashion, dissipation, taverns, stews. The occupation dearest to his heart

Now, blame we inost the nurslings of the nurse! Was to encourage goodness. He would stroke The children, crook'd, and twisted, and deformd The head of modest and ingenuous worth Through want of care, or her, whose winking eye That blush'd at its own praise, and press the And slumb'ring oscitaney mars the brood ? youth

(grew, The nurse, no doubt. Regardless of her charge, Close to his side that pleas'd him. Learning She needs herself correction ; needs to learn, Beneath his care, a thriving vigorous plant; That it is Jang'rous sporting with the world, The mind was well inforın'l, the passions held With things so sacred as a nation's trust, Subordinate, and diligenee wps ehoiec, The nurture of her youth, her deareat pledge.


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