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0, thou, whom, borne on fancy's eager wing
Back to the season of life's happy spring, bred
I pleas'd remember, and, while mem'ry yet WH
Holds fast her office here, can ne'er forget; ang
Ingenious dreamer, in whose well-told tale
Sweet fiction, and sweet truth alike prevail;
Whose hum'rous vein,
strong sense, and simple style,
May teach the gayest, make the gravest smile;
Witty, and well employ'd, and, like thy Lord,
Speaking in parables his slighted word;
I name thee not, lest so despis'd a name
Should move a sneer at thy deserved fame;
Yet e'en in transitory life's late day,
That mingles all my brown with sober gray, o
Revere the man, whose pilgrim marks the road,
And guides the progress of the soul to God. dust
"Twere well with most, if books, that could engage
Their childhood, pleas'd them at a riper age;
The man, approving what had charm’d 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. I
The stamp of artless piety impress'den bu
By kind tuition on his yielding breast, som od
The youth now bearded, and yet pert and raw,
Regards with scorn, though once receiv'd with awe;
And, warp'd into the labyrinth of lies,
That babblers, call'd philosophers, devise, soit ek
Blasphemes his creed, as founded on a plante
Replete with dreams, unworthy of a man. A
Touch but his nature in its ailing part, dan
Assert the native evil of his heart, от било на
His pride resents the charge, although the proof *
Rise in his forehead, and seem rank enough: mood
Point to the cure, describe the Saviour's cross
As God's expedient to retrieve his loss,
* See II. Chron, ch. xxvi. ver. 19.
The young apostate sickens at the view,
And hates it with the malice of a Jew.
How weak the barrier of mere Nature proves,
Oppos'd against the pleasures Nature loves!
While self-betray'd, and wilfully undone,
She longs to yield, no sooner woo'd than won.
Try now the merits of this bless'd exchange
Of modest truth for wits eccentric range.
Time was, he clos'd as he began the day assi
With decent duty, not asham'd to pray; izle
The practice was a bond upon his heart,
A pledge he gave for a consistent part; han
Nor could he dare presumptuously displease
A pow'r, confess'd so lately on his knees.net
But now, farewell all legendary tales, a 728
The shadows fly, philosophy prevails;
Pray’r to the winds, and caution to the waves;
Religion makes the free, by nature slaves.
Priests have invented, and the world admir'd
What knavish priests promulgate as inspir'd:
Till Reason, now no longer overaw'd, som bar
Resumes her pow'rs, and spurns the clumsy fraud;
And, common-sense diffusing real day, ale
The meteor of the Gospel dies away.in
Such rhapsodies our shrewd discerning youth
Learn from expert inquirers after truth;
Whose only care, might truth presume to speak,
Is not to find what they profess to seek. da
And thus, well-tutor'd only while we share
A mother's lectures, and a nurse's care ;
And taught at schools much mythologic stuff,*
But sound religion sparingly enough;
Our early notices of truth, disgrac'd,
Soon lose their credit, and are all effac'd.
The author begs leave to explain.---Sensible that, without such knowledge, neither the ancient poets nor historians can be tasted, or indeed understood, he does not mean to censure 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 him shamefully ignorant of bis own.
Would you your son should be a sot or dunce, Lascivious, headstrong, or all these at once; That in good time the stripling's finish'd taste 2 For loose expense, and fashionable waste, o si se Should prove your ruin, and his own at last; Train him in public with a mob of boys, 5 Xool Childish in mischief only and in noise, ante to Else of a mannish growth, and five in ten In infidelity and lewdness men. There shall he learn, ere sixteeen winters old, a That authors are most useful pawn'd or sold I That 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 harlot his first love. Schools, unless discipline were doubly strong, Detain their adolescent charge too long : The management of tiroes of eighteens slave Is difficult: their punishment obscene.no le dos The stout, tall captain, whose superior size The minor heroes view with envious
eyes, blue Becomes their pattern, upon whom they fixnald I Their whole attention, and ape all his
tricks, so His pride, that scorns t' obey
or to submit, With them is courage ; his effrontry wit. His wild excursions, window-breaking feats, valt Robb’ry of gardens, quarrels in the streets, dit His hair-breadth 'scapes, and all his daring schemes, Transport them, and are made their fav’rite themes, In little bosoms, such achievements strike A kindred spark: they burn to do the like. Y Thus, half-accomplish'd ere he yet begin to To show the peeping down upon his chin; And, as maturity of years comes on, Made just th' adept that you design'd your son ;
T ensure the perseverance of your course,
And give your monstrous project all its force,
Send him to college. If he there be tam'd,
Or in one article of vice reclaim'd, Seoul 10
Where no regard of ord’nances is shown
Or look'd for now, the fault must be his own.
Some sneaking virtue lurks in him, no doubt, 3
Where neither strumpets' charms, nor drinking-bout,
Nor gambling practices, can find it out. in
youths of spirit, and that spirit too, da de
Ye nurs’ries of our boys, we owe to you:
Though from ourselves the mischief more proceeds,
For public schools ’tis public folly feeds.
The slaves of custom and establish'd mode,
With packhorse constancy we keep the road,
Crooked or straight, through quags or thorny dells,
True to the jingling of our leader's bells.
To follow foolish precedents, and wink
rol With both our eyes, is easier than to think: And such an age as ours balks no expense, Except of caution, and of common sense ; Else sure notorious fact, and proof so plain, si Would turn our steps into a wiser train. zitto I blame not those, who with what care they can O’erwatch the num'rous 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 control, Elisha's eye, that, when Gehazi stray'd, die Went with him, and saw all the game he play'd ? Yes—ye are conscious; and on all the shelves Your pupils strike upon, have struck yourselves. Or if, by nature sober, ye had then, 5-10sf Boys as ye were, the gravity of men; Wols Ye knew at least, by constant proofs address'd
ears and eyes, the vices of the rest. Ja
But ye connive at what ye cannot cure, iy T
And evils not to be endur'd, endure, 19
Lest pow'r exerted, but without success, but it
Should make the little ye retain still less.
Ye once were justly fam'd for bringing forth is
Undoubted scholarship and genuine worth
And in the firmament of fame still shines
A glory, bright as that of all the signs,
Of poets rais'd by you, and statesmen, and divines.
Peace to them all! those brilliant times are fled,
And no such lights are kindling in their stead.
Our stripplings shine indeed, but with such rays,
As set the midnight riot in a blaze;
And seem, if judg'd by their expressive looks,
Deeper in none than in their surgeons' books. il
Say muse (for education made the song, dat
No muse can hesitate, or linger long),
What causes move us, knowing as we must
W0 That these menageries all fail their trust, To send our sons to scout and scamper there, While colts and puppies cost us so much care?
Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days ; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone, That feels not at that sight, and feels at none. The walls on which we tried our graving skill, ant The very name we carv'd subsisting still; The bench on which we sat while deep employ'd, Tho' mangled, hack’d, and hew'd, not yet de
stroy'd; The little ones, unbutton'd, glowing hot, I'laying our games, and on the very spot; na As happy as we once, to kneel and draw trona The chalky ring, and knuckle down at taw; T To pitch the ball into the grounded hat, Or drive it devious with a dextrous pat; aso The pleasing spectacle at once excites i sed sih Such recollection of our own delights, small