And play his brilliant parts before my eyes, 425 430 Heard at conventicle, where worthy men, 440 Forth comes the pocket mirror.-First we stroke 445 An eye-brow; next, compose a straggling lock; With handkerchief in hand depending low : 450 The better hand, more busy, gives the nose Its bergamot, or aids the indebted eye With opera glass, to watch the moving scene, And recognize the slow-retiring fair. But how a body so phantastic, trim, 460 And quaint, in its deportment and attire,` Can lodge an heavenly mind-demands a doubt. He that negociates between God and man, 465 The skittish fancy with facetious tales, 470 When sent with God's commission to the heart! Or merry turn in all he ever wrote, Your only one, till sides and benches fail. 375 No: he was serious in a serious cause, And understood too well the weighty terms That he had ta'en in charge. He would not stoop To conquer those by jocular exploits, Whom truth and soberness assail'd in vain. 480 Oh, popular applause! what heart of man But, swell'd into a gust-who then, alas! 485 With all his canvass set, and inexpert, And therefore heedless, can withstand thy power? Praise from the shrivel'd lips of toothless, bald Decripitude; and in the looks of lean And craving poverty; and in the bow 490 Is oft too welcome, and may much disturb 495 All truth is from the sempiternal source 500 505 But falsely. Sages after sages strove In vain to filtre off a crystal draught Pure from the lees, which often more enhanc'd The thirst than slak'd it, and not seldom bred Intoxication and delirium wild. 510 In vain they push'd inquiry to the birth And spring-time of the world; ask'd, Whence is man? Where must he find his Maker? with what rites Adore him? Will he hear, accept, and bless! 515 His ashes, where? and in what weal or woe? $20 A deity could solve. Their answers, vague, And all at random, fabulous, and dark, Left them as dark themselves. Their rules of life, Defective and unsanction'd, prov'd too weak To bind the roving appetite, and lead 525 Blind nature to a God not yet reveal'd. That fools discover it, and stray no more. 530 535 Grace, knowledge, comfort-an unfathom'd store? How oft, when Paul has serv'd us with a text, Has Epictetus, Plato, Tully, preach'd! 540 Men that, if now alive, would sit content And humble learners of a Saviour's worth, Preach it who might. Such was their love of truth, Their thirst of knowledge, and their candour too! 545 And thus it is.—The pastor, either vain 550 The brightest truths that man has ever seen. 555 Below the exigence, or be not back'd With show of love, at least with hopeful proof 560 Of some sincerity on the giver's part; The pulpit to the level of the stage; Drops from the lips a disregarded thing. 563 The weak perhaps are mov'd, but are not taught, While prejudice in men of stronger minds Takes deeper root, confirm'd by what they see. Upon the roving and untutor❜d heart 570 Soon follows, and the curb of conscience snapt, The laity run wild-But do they now? Note their extravagance, and be convinc'd. As nations ignorant of God, contrive $75 580 Of whom I needs must augur better things, Since heaven would sure grow weary of a world Productive only of a race like our's, A monitor is wood-plank shaven thin. 685 We wear it at our backs. There, closely brac'd And neatly fitted, it compresses hard The prominent and most unsightly bones, And binds the shoulders flat. We prove its use 590 A form not now gymnastic as of yore, From rickets and distortion, else our lot. But, thus admonish'd, we can walk erect One proof at least of manhood! while the friend Sticks close, a Mentor worthy of his charge. 595 Our habits, costlier than Lucullus wore, And by caprice as multiplied as his, Just please us while the fashion is at full, But change with every moon, The sycophant, 600 This fits not nicely, that is ill conceiv'd; And, making prize of all that he condemns, 605 That gives it all its flavour. We have run Through every change that fancy, at the loom And, studious of mutation still, discard 610 A real elegance, a little us'd, For monstrous novelty and strange disguise. We sacrifice to dress, till household joys And comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry, And keeps our larder lean; puts out our fires; 615 And introduces hunger, frost, and wo, Where peace and hospitality might reign. What man that lives, and that knows how to live, Would fail to exhibit at the public shows A form as splendid as the proudest there, 620 625 He picks clean teeth, and, busy as he seems 630 Unless by heaven's peculiar grace, escape; There we grow early gray, but never wise; There form connexions, but acquire no friend; Solicit pleasure, hopeless of success; 635 Waste youth in occupations only fit For second childhood, and devote old age To sports which only childhood could excuse. 640 645 R |