Our pamper'd Pigeons, with malignant eyes, Yet still they grudg'd that modicum, and thought The world was fall'n into an easier way: This age knew better than to fast and pray. Of crowing chanticleers in cloister'd walls. Was hooted hence because she would not pray a-bed.. The way to win the restiff world to God, Was to lay by the disciplining rod, Unnatural fasts, and foreign forms of prayer: Religion frights us with a mien severe. * The Nuns. 'Tis prudence to reform her into ease, And put her in undress, to make her please. And leave the luggage of good works behind. 1 “A cruise of water and an ear of corn."-The ideal monastic regimen! very different from that of monks in general. 2 “The bird that warn'd St. Peter of his fall.”—This verse is from Spenser :— “The bird that warnèd Peter of his fall." Spenser, whom chance had put on the side of the Puritans (for no man would naturally have been more for a gorgeous creed than he), not unwillingly omitted the title of Saint to Peter. The Catholic Dryden as willingly availed himself of the abbreviated past tense to restore it. The reader may remember Sir Roger de Coverley's perplexity at the successive rebukes he received, when a little boy, from a Catholic for asking his way to "Marybone," and from a Puritan for restoring the saint her title. 3 “Beast of a bird."-What a happy anomaly, and vigour of alliteration! How well it comes, too, after the fond pathos of the luxury of the line before it! PHILIPS. BORN, 1676-DIED, 1708. JOHN PHILIPS was a young and lively writer, who, having succeeded in a burlesque, was unfortunately induced to attempt serious poetry, and devoted himself to it with a scholarly dulness which he would probably have seen the folly of in any one else. His serious imitations of Milton are not worth a penny; but his burlesque of the style of Paradise Lost, though it no longer possesses the novelty which made it popular, is still welcome to the lover of wit. The low every-day circumstances, and the lofty classic manner with its nomenclatures, are happily interwoven; the more trivial words are brought in with unlooked-for effect; the motto is particularly felicitous; and the comparison of the rent in the small-clothes with the ship that has sprung a leak at sea, and founders, concludes the poem with a tremendous and calamitous grandeur, only to be equalled by the exclamation of the Spaniard; who said he had torn his "breeches, as if heaven and earth had come together." THE SPLENDID SHILLING. "Sing, heavenly muse, Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme;" Happy the man, who, void of cares and strife, Wisheth her health, and joy, and equal love. But I, whom griping penury surrounds, Sprung from Cadwallador and Arthur, kings Whence flow nectareous wines, that well may vie With Massic, Setin, or renown'd Falern. Thus, while my joyless minutes tedious flow, With vocal heel thrice thundering at my gate, Of wood-hole; straight my bristling hairs erect Entrench'd with many a frown, and conic beard, Grievous to mortal eyes; (ye gods avert Such plagues from righteous men !) Behind him stalks Another monster, not unlike itself, Sullen of aspect, by the vulgar call'd To-wit, his garret. |