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None that, in thy domestic snug recess,
To show him in an insect or a flower
To combat atheists with in modern days;
To spread the earth before him, and commend, And too, that, thus estranged, thou canst obtain With designation of the finger's end, By no kind arts his confidence again;
Its various parts to his attentive note, That here begins with most that long complaint Thus bringing home to him the most remote; Of filial frankness lost, and love grown faint, To teach his heart to glow with generous flame, Which, oft neglected, in life's waning years Caught from the deeds of men of ancient fame: A parent pours into regardless ears.
And, more than all, with commendation due, Like caterpillars, dangling under trees
To set some living worthy in his view, By slender threads, and swinging in the breeze,
Whose fair example may at once inspire Which filthily bewray and sore disgrace
A wish to copy what he must admire. The boughs in which are bred th’ unseemly race; Such knowledge gained betimes, and which apWhile every worm industriously weaves
pears And winds his web about the rivelled leaves;
Though solid, not too weighty for his years, So numerous are the follies, that annoy
Sweet in itself, and not forbidding sport, The mind and heart of every sprightly boy;
When health demands it, of athletic sort, Imaginations noxious and perverse,
Would make him—what some lovely boys have Which admonition can alone disperse.
been, Th' encroaching nuisance asks a faithful hand,
And more than one perhaps that I have seen Patient, affectionate, of high command,
An evidence and reprehension both To check the procreation of a breed
Of the mere shool-boy's lean and tardy growth. Sure to exhaust the plant on which they feed." · Art thou a man professionally tied, 'Tis not enough, that Greek or Roman page, With all thy faculties elsewhere applied, At stated hours, his freakish thoughts engage;
Too busy to intend a meaner care, E'en in his pastimes he requires a friend, Than how tenrich thyself, and next thine heir ; To warn, and teach him safely to unbend; Or art thou (as though rich, perhaps thou art) O'er all his pleasures gently to preside,
But poor in knowledge, having none t' impart: Watch his emotions, and control their tide: Behold that figure, neat, though plainly clad; And levying thus, and with an easy sway, His sprightly mingled with a shade of sad; A tax of profit from his very play,
Not of a nimble tongue, though now and then T' impress a value, not to be erased,
Heard to articulate like other men; On moments squandered else, and running all to No jester, and yet lively in discourse, waste.
His phrase well chosen, clear, and full of force; And seems it nothing in a father's eye, And his address, if not quite French in ease, That unimproved those many moments fly? Not English stiff, but frank, and formed to please; And is he well content his son should find Low in the world, because he scorns its arts; No nourishment to feed his growing mind A man of letters, manners, morals, parts; But conjugated verbs, and nouns declined? Unpatronized, and therefore little known; For such is all the mental food purveyed Wise for himself and his few friends aloneBy public hackneys in the schooling trade; In him thy well appointed proxy, see, Who feed a pupil's intellect with store
Armed for a work too difficult for thee; Of syntax, truly, but with little more;
Prepared by taste, by learning, and true worth, Dismiss their cares, when they dismiss their flock, To form thy son, to strike his genius forth; Machines themselves, and governed by a clock. Beneath thy roof, beneath thine eye, to prove Perhaps a father, blest with any brains, The force of discipline, when backed by love; Would deem it no abuse, or waste of pains, To double all thy pleasure in thy child, T' improve this diet, at no great expense, His mind informed, his morals undefiled. With savoury truth and wholesome common sense; Safe under such a wing, the boy shall show To lead his son, for prospects of delight, No spots contractod among grooms below, To some not steep, though philosophic height, Nor taint his speech with meannesses, designed Thence to exhibit to his wondering eyes By footman Tom for witty and refined. Yon circling worlds, their distance, and their There, in his commerce with the liv'ried herd, size;
Lurks the contagion chiefly to be feared; The moons of Jove, and Saturn's belted ball, For since (so fashion dictates) all, who claim And the harmonious order of them all;
A higher than a mere plebeian fame,
Find it expedient, come what mischief may, Or is thine house, though less superb thy rank, To entertain a thief or two in pay,
If not a scene of pleasure, a mere blank, (And they that can afford th' expense of more, And thou at best, and in thy soberest mood, Some half a dozen, and some half a score,) A trifler vain, and empty.of all good; Great cause occurs, to save him from a band Though mercy for thyself thou canst have none, So sure to spoil him, and so near at hand; Hear nature plead, show mercy to thy son. A point secured, if once he be supplied
Saved from his home, where every day brings forth With some such Mentor always at his side. Some mischief fatal to his future worth, Are such men rare ? perhaps they would abound, Find him a better in a distant spot, Were occupation easier to be found,
Within some pious pastor's humble cot, Were education, else so sure to fail,
Where vile example (yours I chiefly mean, Conducted on a manageable scale,
The most seducing, and the oftenest seen,) And schools, that have outlived all just esteem, May never more be stamped upon his breast, Exchanged for the secure domestic scheme.- Nor yet perhaps incurably impressed. But, having found him, be thou duke or earl, Where early rest makes early rising sure, Show thou hast sense enough to prize the pearl, Disease or comes not, or finds easy cure, And, as thou wouldst th’advancement of thine heir Prevented much by diet neat and plain; In all good faculties beneath his care,
Or, if it enter, soon starved out again: Respect, as is but rational and just,
Where all th' attention of his faithful host,
Where, stillness aiding study, and his mind
In settled habit and decided taste.-
Th' incorrigibly young, the deaf, the dead,
Whom care and cool deliberation suit
Who, if their sons some slight tuition share,
Deem it of no great moment whose, or where; Account him no just mark for idle wit;
Too proud t' adopt the thoughts of one unknown, Offend not him, whom modesty restrains And much too gay t' have any of their own. From repartee, with jokes that he disdains; But courage, man! -methought the muse replied, Much less transfix his feelings with an oath; Mankind are various, and the world is wide: Nor frown, unless he vanish with the cloth. The ostrich, silliest of the feathered kind, And, trust me, his utility may reach
And formed of God without a parent's mind, To
'o more than he is hired or bound to teach; Commits her eggs incautious to the dust,
Not knowing, and too oft not caring, why,
Though thou hadst never grace enough to prove Yet make their progeny their dearest care,
Whose character, yet undebauched, retains Thou canst not! Nature, pulling at thine heart Two thirds of all the virtue that remains, Condemns th' unfatherly, th' imprudent part. Who, wise yourselves, desire your son should learn Thou wouldst not, deaf to Nature's tenderest plea, Your wisdom and your ways—to you I turn,
Turn him adrift upon a rolling sea, Look round you on a world perversely blind; Nor say, Go thither, conscious that there lay See what contempt is fallen on human kind; A brood of asps, or quicksands in his way; See wealth abused, and dignities misplaced, Then, only governed by the self-same rule Great titles, offices, and trusts disgraced, Of natural pity, send him not to school. Long lines of ancestry, renowned of old, No-guard him better. Is he not thine own, Their noble qualities all quenched and cold; Thyself in miniature, thy flesh, thy bone ? See Bedlam's closeted and hand-cuffed charge And hop'st thou not ('tis every father's hope) Sur passed in frenzy by the mad at large; That, since thy strength must with thy years elope, See great commanders making war a trade, And thou wilt need some comfort, to assuage Great lawyers, lawyers without study made; Health's last farewell, a staff of thine old age, Churchmen, in whose esteem their best employ That then, in recompense of all thy cares, Is odious, and their wages all their joy, Thy child shall show respect to thy gray hairs, Who, far enough from furnishing their shelves Befriend thee, of all other friends bereft, With Gospel lore, turn infidels themselves; And give thy life its only cordial left ? See womanhood despised, and manhood shamed Aware then how much danger intervenes, With infamy too nauseous to be named, To compass that good end, forecast the means. Fops at all corners, lady-like in mien,
His heart, now passive, yields to thy command, Civeted fellows, smelt ere they are seen, Secure it thine, its key is in thine hand. Else coarse and rude in manners, and their tongue If thou desert thy charge, and throw it wide, On fire with curses, and with nonsense hung, Nor heed what guests there enter and abide, Now flushed with drunkenness, now with whore- Complain not if attachments lewd and base dom pale,
Supplant thee in it, and usurp thy place. Their breath a sample of last night's regale; But, if thou guard its sacred chambers sure See volunteers in all the vilest arts,
From vicious inmates, and delights impure, Men well endowed, of honourable parts,
Either his gratitude shall hold him fast, Designed by Nature wise, but self-made fools; And keep him warm and filial to the last; All these, and more like these, were bred at Or, if he prove unkind (as who can say schools:
But, being man, and therefore frail, he may ?) And if it chance, as sometimes chance it will, One comfort yet shall cheer thine aged heart, That though school-bred, the boy be virtuous still, Howe'er he slight thee, thou hast done thy part. Such rare exceptions, shining in the dark, Oh, barbarous! wouldst thou with a Gothic hand, Prove, rather than impeach, the just remark: Pull down the schools—what!-all the schools i' As here and there a twinkling star descried,
th' land; Serves but to show how black is all beside. Or throw them up to livery-nags and grooms, Now look on him, whose very voice in tone Or turn them into shops and auction-rooms ? Just echoes thine, whose features are thine own, A captious question, sir (and yours is one,) And stroke his polished cheek of purest red, Deserves an answer similar, or none. And lay thine hand upon his flaxen head, Wouldst thou, possessor of a flock, employ And say, My boy, th’ unwelcome hour is come, (Apprised that he is such) a careless boy, When thou, transplanted from thy genial home, And feed him well, and give him handsome pay Must find a colder soil and bleaker air,
Merely to sleep, and let him run astray? And trust for safety to a stranger's care; Survey our schools and colleges, and see What character, what turn thou wilt assume A sight not much unlike my simile. From constant converse with I know not whom; From education, as the leading cause, Who there will court thy friendship, with what The public character its colour draws; views,
Thence the prevailing manners take their cast, And, artless as thou art, whom thou wilt choose; Extravagant or sober, loose or chaste. Though much depends on what thy choice shall be, And, though I would not advertise them yet, Is all chance-medley, and unknown to me, Nor write on each- This building to be let, Canst thou, the tear just trembling on thy lids, Unless the world were all prepared t’. embrace And while the dreadful risk foreseen forbids, A plan well worthy to supply their place; Free too, and under no constraining force, Yet
, backward as they are, and long have been, Unless the sway of custom warp thy course, To cultivate and keep the morals clean, Lay such a stake upon the losing side,
(Forgive the crime) I wish them, I confess, Merely to gratify so blind a guide ?
Or better managed, or encouraged less.
THE YEARLY DISTRESS,
TITHING TIME AT STOCK, IN ESSEX. Verses addressed to a country clergy man, complaining of the
disagreeableness of the day annually appointed for receiving the dues at the parsonage. Come, ponder well, for 'tis no jest,
To laugh it would be wrong
The burthen of my song.
Three quarters of a year,
When tithing time draws near.
As one at point to die,
He heaves up many a sigh.
Along the miry road,
To make their payments good.
Is not to be expressed,
Are both alike distressed.
One wipes his nose upon his sleeve,
One spits upon the floor,
Hold up the cloth before.
And lumpish still as ever;
They only weigh the heavier.
“Come, neighbours, we must wag" The money chinks, down drop their chins,
Each lugging out his bag.
And one of storms of hail,
By maggots at the tail.
In pulpit none shall hear :
You sell it plaguy dear."
Or clergy made so fine?
May kill a sound divine.
Then let the boobies stay at home;
'Twould cost him, I dare say, Less trouble taking twice the sum,
Without the clowns that pay.
ADDRESSED TO HENRY COWPER, ESQ.
Now all unwelcome at his gates
The clumsy swains alight,
He trembles at the sight.
Each bumpkin of the clan,
Will cheat him if he can.
And flings his head before,
And not to quit a score. “And how does miss and madam do,
The little boy and all ?" · "All tight and well. And how do you,
Good Mr. What-d'ye-call ?”. The dinner comes, and down they sit:
Were e'er such hungry folks ? There's little talking, and no wit:
It is no time to joke.
On his emphatical and interesting Delivery of the Defence
of Warren Hastings, Esq., in the House of Lords. COWPER, whose silver voice, tasked sometimes
hard, Legends prolix delivers in the ears (Attentive when thou read'st) of England's
peers, Let verse at length yield thee thy just reward.
Thou wast not heard with drowsy disregard,
Expending late on all that length of plea
Thou art not voice alone, but hast beside
Where rises, and where sets the day, Both heart and head; and couldst with music Whate'er they boast of rich and gay, sweet
Contribute to the gorgeous plan, Of Attic phrase and senatorial tone,
Proud to advance it all they can. Like thy renowned forefathers, far and wide
This plumage neither dashing shower, Thy fame diffuse, praised not for utterance meet Nor blasts that shake the dripping bower, Of others' speech, but magic of thy own. Shall drench again or discompose,
But, screened from every storm that blows,
It boasts a splendour ever new,
Safe with protecting Montagu.
To the same patroness resort,
Secure of favour at her court,
Strong Genius, from whose forge of thought
Forms rise, to quick perfection wrought, Two Poets* (poets, by report,
Which, though new-born, with vigour move, Not oft so well agree,)
Like Pallas springing armed from Jovem
Imagination scattering round
Wild roses over furrowed ground,
Which Labour of his frown beguile,
And teach Philosophy a smile-
Wit flashing on Religion's side, · By labours of their own.
Whose fires, to sacred Truth applied,
The gem, though luminous before,
Obtrudes on human notice more,
Like sunbeams on the golden height
Of some tall temple playing bright-
Well-tutored Learning, from his books
Dismissed with grave, not haughty, looks.
Their order on his shelves exact,
Not more harmonious or compact
Than that, to which he keeps confined
The various treasures of his mind
All these to Montagu's repair,
Ambitious of a shelter there.
There Genius, Learning, Fancy, Wit,
Their ruffled plumage calm refit,
(For stormy troubles loudest roar And deem the Bard, whoe'er he be,
Around their flight who highest soar)
And in her eye, and by her aid,
She thus maintains divided sway
And she the works of Phæbus aiding,
Supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk, during his
solitary abode in the island of Juan Fernandez. The Pheasant plumes, which round infold
I am monarch of all I survey, His mantling neck with downy gold;
My right there is none to dispute ; The Cock his arched tail's azure show;
From the centre all round to the sea, And, 'river-blanched, the Swan his snow.
I am lord of the fowl and the brute. All tribes beside of Indian name,
O solitude! where are the charms That glossy shine, or vivid flame,
That sages have seen in thy face?
Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Alluding to the poem by Mr. Hayley, which accompanied these lines,
Than reign in this horrible place.