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Because forfooth thy courage has been tried
And stood the test, perhaps on the wrong side ;
Though thou hadft never grace enough to prove
That any thing but vice could win thy love ;-
Or halt thou a polite, card-playing wife,
Chain’d to the routs that she frequents for life ;
Who, just when industry begins to snore,
Flies, wing'd with joy, to some coach-crowded door ;
And thrice in ev'ry winter throngs thine own
With half the chariots and sedans in town,
Thyself meanwhile e'en shifting as thou may'st;
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sober though, nor very chaste;
Or is thine house, though less suberb thy rank,
If not a scene of pleasure, a mere blank,
And thou at best, and in thy fob'rest mood,
A trifler vain, and empty of all good ;
Though mercy for thyself thou canst have none,
Hear nature plead, show mercy to thy son.
Sav'd from his home, where ev'ry day brings forth
Some mischief fatal to his future worth,
Find him a better in a distant fpot,
Within some pious pastor's humble cot,
Where vile example (yours I chiefly mean,
The most feducing and the oft'neft seen)
May never more be stamp'd upon his breast,
Not yet perhaps incurably impressid:

Where early reft makes early rising fure,
Disease or comes not, or finds eafy cure,
Prevented mich by diet neat and plain ;
Or, if it enter, foon stary'd out again :-
Where all th’ attention of his faithful hoft,
Discreetly limited to two at moft,
May raise fuch fruits as shall reward his care,
And not at last evaporate in air :-
Where, stillness aiding study, and his mind
Serene, and to his duties much inclin'd,
Not occupied in day-dreams, as at home,
Of pleasures past, or follies yet to come,
His virtuous toil may terminate at last
In settled habit and decided taste.
But whom do I advise ? the fashion-led,
Th' incorrigibly wrong, the deaf, the dead!
Whom care and cool diliberation suit.
Not better much than spectacles a brute;
Who, if their fons fome flight tuition share,
Deem it of no great moment, whose, or where;
Too proud t adopt the thoughts of one unknown,
And much too gay e' have any of their own.
But, courage, man! methought the muse replied,
Mankind are various, and the world is wide :.
The ostrich, filliest of the feather'd kind,
And form'd of God without a parent's mind,

Commits her eggs, incautious, to the dust,
Forgetsul that the foot may cruh the trust;
And, while on public nurs’ries they rely,
Not knowing, and too oft not caring, why,
Irrational in what they thus prefer,
No few, that would seem wise, resemble her.
But all are not alike. Thy warning voice
May here and there prevent erroneous choice ;
And some perhaps, who, bufy as they are,
Yet make their progeny their dearest care,
(Whose hearts will ache, once told what ills may reach
Their offspring, left upon so wild a beach)
Will need no stress of argument t enforce
Th' expedience of a less advent'rous course :
The rest will Night thy counsel, or condemn;
But they have human feelings-turn to them.

To you, then, tenants of life's middle state, Securely plac'd between the small and great, Whose character, yet undebauch’d, retains Two-thirds of all the virtue that remains, Who, wise yourselves, desire your fons should learn Your wisdom and your ways-to you

I turn, Look round you on a world perversely blind; See what contempt is fall’n on human kind;

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See wealth abus'd, and dignities misplac'd,
Great titles, offices, and trusts disgrac'd,
Long lines of ancestry, renown's of old,
Their noble qualities all quench'd and cold;
See Bedlam's closetted and hand-cutt'd charge
Surpass’d in frenzy by the mad at large;
See great commanders making war a trade,
Great lawyers, lawyers wichout study made;
Churchmen, in whose esteem their blest employ
Is odious, and their wages all their joy,
Who, far enough from furnishing their shelves
With gospel lore, turn infidels themselves;
See womanhood despis’d, and manhood sham'd
With infamy too nauseous to be nam’d,
Fops at all corners, lady-like in mien,
Civeted fellows, smelt ere they are seen,
Else coarse and rude in manners, and their tongue
On fire with curses, and with nonsense hung,
Now flush'd with drunk’ness, now with whoredom pale,
Their breath a sample of last night's regale ;
See volunteers in all the vilest arts,
Men well endow'd, of honourable parts,
Design'd by nature wise, but self-made fools ;--
All these, and more like these, were bred at schools!
And, if it chance, as sometimes chance it will,

though school-bred, the boy be virtuous still ;

Such rare exceptions, shining in the dark,
Prove, rather than impeach, the just remark :
As here and there a twinkling star defcried
Serves but to show how black is all beside.
Now look on him, whose very voice in tone
Just echoes thine, whose features are thine own,
And stroke his polish'd cheek of purest red,
And lay thine hand upon his flaxen head,
And fay--My boy, th' unwelcome hour is come,
When thou, transplanted from thy genial home,
Must find a colder soil and bleaker air,
And trust for safety to a stranger's care;
What character, what turn thou wilt assume
From constant converse with I know not whom;
Who there will court thy friendship, with what views,
And, artless as thou art, whom thou wilt choose;
Though much depends on what thy choice shall be,
Is all chance-medly, and unknown to me.-
Canst thou, the tear just trembling on thy lids,
And while the dreadful risk foreseen forbids;
Free, too, and under no constraining force,
Unless the sway of custom warp thy course;
Lay such a stake upon the losing side,
Merely to gratify fo bliud a guide?
Thou canst not! Nature, pulling at thine heart,
Condemns th' unfatherly, th' imprudent part,

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