Revere the man, whose PILGRIM marks the road, And guides the PROGRESS of the soul to God, ' - 'Twere well with most, if books that could engage!. Their childhood, pleased them at a riper age; :; The man, çapproving what had charmed the boy, ! Would die at last in comfort, peace and joy; : And not with curses on his heart, who stole , The gem of truth from his unguarded soul... ' The stamp of artless piety impressed? ; By kind tuition on his yielding breast, in'. Fina's The youth now bearded, and yet pert and raw, Regards with scorn, though oncereceived with a we; And, warped into the labyrinth of lies, 1 . That babblers, called philosophers, devise, . ' Blasphemes his creed, as founded on a plan i Replete with dreams, unworthy of a ran. : ? Touch but his nature in its ailing part, t Assert the native evil of his heart, !!,"wi His pride resents the charge, although the proof* Rise in his forehead, and seem rank enbügb:52 1 Point to thč cure, describe a Saviour's cross o As God's expedient to retrieve his loss, i The young apostate sickens at the view, nii And hates it with the malice of a Jew. Jadi How weak the barrier of mere nature protes, ?? Opposed against the pleasurés nature loveis . While self betrayed, and wilfully undone, ...., She longs to yield, no-sooner wooed than wớn. . Try now the merits of this blest exchange te . * The author begs leave to explain..Sensible that, without such knowledge, neither the ancient poets nor historians can be tasted, or indeed understood, he docs not mean to ceaure VOL, 11. .. K '. ** Our early notices of truth, disgraced, Would you your sou should be a sot or dunce, Lascivious, headstrong, or all these at once; That in good time the stripling's finished taste For loose expepse, and fashionable waste, Should prove your ruin, and his own at last; Train him in public with a mob of buys, Childish in mischief only and in poise, i Else of a mannish growth, and five in teni In infidelity and lewdness men. : : There shall be learn, ere sixteen winters old, That authors are most useful pawned or sold; T'hat pedantry is all that schools impart, But taverns teach the knowledge of the heart; There waiter Dick, with Bacchanalian lays, Shall win his heart, and have his drunken praise, His counsellor and bosom-friend shall prove, And some street-pacing barlot his first love. Schools, unless discipline were doubly strong, Detain their adolescent charge too long; The management of tiros of eighteen Is difficult, their punishment obscene. The stout tall captain, whose superior size The miŋor heroes view with envious cyes, Becomes their pattern, upon whom they fix Their whole attention, and ape all his tricks. the pains that are taken to instruct a school-boy in the religion of the heathen, but merely that neglect of Christian culture which leaves hina shamefully ignorant of his own. His pride, that scorns to obey or to submit, i bout, OR, A To follow foolish precedents, and wink in With both our eyes, is easier than to think: And such an age as our's baulks no expense, Except of caution and of common-sense; Else sure notorious fact and proof so plain Would turn our steps into a wiser train. . I blame not those, who with what care they can O'erwatch the numerous and unruly clan; Or, if I blame, 'tis only that they dare Promise a work, of which they must despair. Have ye, ye sage intendants of the whole, An ubiquarian presence and controul; Elisha's eye, that when Gehazi strayed, Went with him, and saw all the game he played? Yes ye are conscious; and on all the shelves Your pupils strike upon, have struck yourselves. Or if by nature sober, ye had then, Boys as ye were, the gravity of men; : Ye knew at least, by constant proofs addressed To ears and eyes, the vices of the rest. , But ye connive at what ye cannot cure, And evils, not to be endured, endure, Lest power exerted, but without success, ... Should make the little ye retain still less. . Ye once were justly famed for bringing forth, Undoubted scholarship and genuine worth; , :. And in the firmament of fame still shines A glory, bright as that of all the signs, Of poets raised by you, and statesmen, and di vines, wisi. |