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Is there a Variance ? enter but his Door, Balk'd are the Courts, and Contest is no more.. Despairing Quacks with Curfes fled the Place, And vile Attornies, now an useless Race. “ Thrice happy Man ! enabled to pursue • What all so wish, but want the Pow'r to do. " Oh say, what Sums that gen’rous Hand supply ?"

. " What Mines to swell that boundless Charity ? Of Debts and Taxes, Wife and Children clear, This Man pofleft-five hundred Pounds a Year. Blush Grandeur, blush ! proud Courts withdraw your Ye little Stars ! hide your diminish'd Rays. [Blaze!

" And what ? : Monument, Inscription, Stone? « His Race, his Form, his Name almost unknown? Who builds a Church to God, and not to Fame, Will never mark the Marble with his Name : Go search it there*, where to be born and die, Of Rich and Poor makes all the History; Enough, that Virtue fills the Space between ; Prov'd, by the Ends of Being, to have been

It may be plainly perceiv'd that Mr. Pope preferr'd the Man of Rofs to the great Man mention'd immediately after, which was no less then George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham, who died, after a whimsical and chimerical Life exceeding poor, in the worst Room of a very bad Inn.

Riches are doubtless very great Blessings, if made: fo, and it must be an extreine pleasing Thought to. have it one's Power to do good, to relieve the Sick and Hungry, and cloath the Naked, to relieve the Orphan and the Widow, and set the Prisoner at Liberty; to have the necessary Comforts of Life always at Command, and the Power of saving a Friend


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from Bankruptcy, perhaps from quitting his Country, or being forc'd' into a Confinement for Life, these Things are all exceeding great pleasures to Minds well season'd with Humanity, and the generous Delight of doing and communicating Good; it is not fufficient to love or praise Society, and Actions of Benevolence and Beneficence, but to do them too, and there are very few, if any, in such distres'd Circumstances, but they might find frequent Occafions to exercise their Talent, and the Power which they at Times may have to do Good: But on the contrary, Riches are the spoiling of many People, who without them were safe enough, fome they make imperious, some covetous, some extravagant, and others only make use of them to obtain and purchase that very Iniquity that they ought to be glad to be depriv'd of all their Riches to avoid ; it is in these Cases that Riches are dangerous and a Snare; but, on the other Hand, they bring Safety, and certain Peace; They are, as they are employ'd, may be a Bribe, or a Reward, may purchase Necessaries or Prodigalities, pay Harlots, or give Portions to Virgins, buy Criminals from Punishment, or hire Arfallins to murder the Innocent; they are like most other Things (if not all with which Man has to do) in his Power, to be made to become to him very useful, or very hurtful.

An Instance of the total Destruction of a Man by becoming very rich, Mr. Pope concludes this Epistle to the Lord Bathurst with :

Where * London's Column pointing at the Skies Like a tall -Bully, lifts the Head, and lyes :


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The Monument built in memory of the Fire of Lon. don, tvith an Inscription importing that City to have been burnt by the Papills, which Mr. Pope, as a Papist, is loth

There dwelt a Citizen of fober Faine,
A plain good Man, and Balaam was his Name.
Religious, punctual, frugal, and so forth;
His Word would pass for more than he was wortho
One folid Dish his Week-day Meal affords,
An added Pudding folemniz'd the Lord's.
Constant at Church, and Change; his Gains were

Givings rare, fave Farthings to the Poor. [sure,

The Dev'l was piqu’d, such Saintship to behold, And long’d to tempt him like good Job of old: But Satan now is wifer than of Yore, And tempts by making rich, not making poor.

Rouz'd by the Prince of Air, the Whirlwinds. The Surge, and plunge his Father in the Deep; [sweep Then full against his Cornish Lands they roar, And two rich Ship-wrecks bless the lucky Shore.

Sir Balaam now, he lives like other Folks, He takes his chirping Pint, he cracks his Jokes: “ Live like Yourself,” was soon my Lady's Word ; And lo! two Puddings fmoak'd upon the Board.

Aleep and naked as an Indian lày, An honest Factor ftole a Gem away : He pledg'd it to the Knight; the Knight had Wit, So kept the Diamond and the Rogue was bit. Some Scruple rose, but thus he eas'd his Thought, « I'll now give Six-pence where I gave a Groat, " Where once I went to Church, I'll now go twice * And am so clear too of all other Vice."

The Tempter saw his Time; the Work he ply'd ; Stocks and Subscriptions pour on ev'ry Side, Till all the Dæmon makes his full Descent, In one abundant Shower of Cent.per Cent.


to affent to ; but if it was not set on Fire by Papists, it is not doubted but it was done on set Purpose, and that there wasa secret Hand of Power at the Bottom.

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