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And, least familiar where he should be most,
Feels all his happiest privileges lost.
Alas, poor boy!—the natural effect
Of love by absence chill'd into respect.
Say, what accomplishments, at school *ird,
Brings he, to sweeten fruits so undesir'd :
Thou well deserv'st an alienated son,
Unless thy conscious heart acknowledge—none;
None that, in thy domestic, snug recess, -
He had not made his own with more address,
Though some perhaps, that shock thy feeling mind,
And better never learn'd, or left behind.
Add too, that, thus estrang'd, thou canst obtain
By no kind arts his confidence again;
there begins with most that long complaint
Offilial frankness lost, and love grown faint,
Which, oft neglected, in life's waning years
A parent pours into regardless ears.
ike caterpillars, dangling under trees
By slender threads, and swinging in the breeze,
W. filthily bewray and sore disgrace
The boughs in which are bred th’ unseemly race;
While ev'ry worm industriously weaves
And winds his web about the rivell'd leaves;
So num’rous are the follies, that annoy
The mind and heart of ev'ry sprightly boy;
Imaginations noxious and perverse,
Which admonition can alone disperse.
Th’ encroaching nuisance asks a faithful hand,
Patient, affectionate, of high command,
To check the procreation of a breed
Sure to exhaust the plant on which they feed.
‘Tis not enough, that Greek or Roman page,
At stated hours, his freakish thoughts engage;
E’en in his pastimes he requires a friend,
To warn, and teach him safely to unbend;
O'er all his pleasures gently to preside,
Watch his emotions, and control their tide ;

And levying thus, and with an easy sway, A tax of profit from his very play, To impress a value, not to be eras'd, On moments squander'd else, and running all towaste. And seems it nothing in a father's eye, That unimprov’d those many moments fly 2 And is he well content his son should find No nourishment to feed his growing mind But conjugated verbs, and nouns declin'd? For such is all the mental food purvey’d #. hackneys in the schooling trade; o feed a pupil’s intellect with store Of syntax, truly, but with little more; Dismiss their cares when they dismiss their flock, Machines themselves, and govern'd by a clock. Perhaps a father, blest with any brains, Would deem it no abuse, or waste of pains, To improve this diet, at no i. expense, With sav'ry truth, and wholesome common sense; To lead his son, for prospects of delight To some not steep, though philosophic, height, Thence to exhibit to his wond'ring eyes Yon circling worlds, their distance, and their size; The moons of Jove, and Saturn's belted ball, And the harmonious order of them all; To shew him in an insect, or a flow'r, Such microscopic proof of skill and pow'r, As, hid from ages past, God now displays, To combat theists with in modern days; To spread the earth before him, and commend, W; designation of the finger's end, Its various parts to his attentive note, Thus bringing home to him the most remote; To teach his heart to glow with gen’rous flame, Caught from the deeds of men of ancient fame: And, more than all, with commendation due, To set some living worthy in his view,

Whose fair example may at once inspire
A wish to copy what he must admire.
Such knowledge gain’d betimes, and which appears,
Though solid, not too weighty for his years,
Sweet in itself, and not forbidding sport,
When health demands it, of athletic sort,
Would make him—what some o: have been,
And more than one perhaps, that I have seen—
An evidence and reprehension both s
Of the mere . lean and tardy growth.
Art thou a man professionally tied,
With all thy faculties elsewhere applied,
Too busy to attend a meaner care,
Than how to enrich thyself, and next thine heir;
Qr art thou (as though rich, perhaps thou art)
But poor in knowledge, having none t' impart:—
Behold that figure, neat, though plainly clad;
His sprightly mingled with a shade of sad;
Not of a nimble tongue, though now and then
Heard to articulate like other men;
No jester, and yet lively in discourse
His phrase well chosen, clear, and fil of force ;
And his address, if not quite French in ease,
Not English stiff, but frank, and form'd to please;
Low in the world, because he scorns its arts;
A man of letters, manners, morals, parts;
Unpatroniz'd, and therefore little known;
Wise for himself, and his few friends alone—
In him thy well-appointed proxy see,
Arm'd for a work too difficult for thee;
Prepar'd by taste, by learning, and true worth,
To form thy son, to strike his genius forth;
Beneath thy roof, beneath thine eye, to prove
The force of discipline, when back'd by love;
To double all thy pleasure in thy child,
His mind inform’d, his morals undefil’d.
Safe under such a wing, the boy shall show .
No spots contracted among grooms below,

Nortaint his speech with meannesses design'd
By footman Tom for witty and refin'd.
There, in his commerce with the liv'ried herd,
Lurks the contagion chiefly to be fear'd;
For since (so fashion dictates) all, who claim
A higher than a mere plebeian fame,
Find it expedient, come what mischief may,
To entertain a thief or two in pay
§. they that can afford th’ expense of more,
ome half a dozen, and some half a score),
Great cause occurs, to save him from a band
So sure to spoil him, and so near at hand;
A point secured, if once he be supplied
W. some such Mentor always at his side.
Are such men rare? perhaps they would abound,
Were occupation easier to be found,
Were education, else so sure to fail,
Conducted on a manageable scale,
And schools, that have outliv'd all just esteem,
Exchang'd for the secure, domestic scheme.--
But, having found him, be thou duke or earl,
Show thou hast sense enough to prize the pearl,
And, as thou wouldst th' advancement of thine

heir
In all good faculties beneath thy care,
Respect, as is but rational and just,
A man deem'd worthy of so dear a trust.
Despis’d by thee, what more can he expect
From youthful folly than the same neglect:
A flat and fatal negative obtains
That instant upon all his future pains;
His lessons tire, his mild rebukes offend,
And all th’ instructions of thy son's best friend
Are a stream chok'd, or trickling to no end.
Doom him not then to solitary meals;
But recollect that he has sense and feels;
And that possessor of a soul refin'd,
An upright heart, and cultivated mind.

His post not mean, his talents not unknown,
He deems it hard to vegetate alone.
And, if admitted at thy board he sit,
Account him no just mark for idle wit;
Offend not him, whom modesty restrains,
From repartee, with jokes that he disdains;
Much less transfix his feelings with an oath;
Nor frown, unless he vanish with the cloth.-
And, trust me, his utility may reach
To more than he is hir’d or bound to teach;
Much trash unmutter'd, and some ills undone,
Through rev'rence of the censor of thy son.
But, if thy table be indeed unclean,

Foul with excess, and with discourse obscene,
And thou a wretch, whom, foll'wing her old plan,
The world accounts an honourable man,
Because forsooth thy courage has been tried,
And stood the test, perhaps, on the wrong side;
Though thou hadst never grace enough to prove
That any thing but vice could win thy love;—
Or hast 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;
Not very sober though, nor very chaste;
Or is thine house, though less superb thy rank,
If not a scene of pleasure, a mere blank,
And thou at best, and in thy sob’rest mood,
A trifler vain, and empty of all good;
Though mercy for thyself thou canst have none,
Hear nature plead, . 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 spot,
Within some pious pastor's humble cot,

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