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As quickly rang'd in order bright,

'Tis strange to think how female wit Alliousand beauties rush to sight,

So oft should make a lucky hit ;
A world of charms, till now unknown, When man, with all his high pretence
A world reveal'd to her alone ;

To decper judgement, sounder sense,
Enraptur'd stands the love-sick maid,

Will err, and measures false pursue -Suspended o'er the darling shade,

"Tis very strange, I own, but irue. Here only fixes to admire,

Mamma observ'd the rising lass
And centres ev'ry fond desire.

By stealth retiring to the glass,
To practise little airs unseen,

In the true genius of thirteen ; $296. The Young Lady and Looking-Class.

Da this a deep design she laid

To tame the hunior of the Maid;
Ye deep philosophers, who can

Contriving, like a prudent mother, Explain that various creature, Man,

To make one folly cure another. Say, is there any point so nice

Upon the wall, against the scat As that of off'ring an advice?

Which Jessy us'd for her retrcat, To bid your friend his errors mend,

Whene'er by accident offended, Is almost certain to offend :

A looking-glass was straight suspended, Tho' you in softest terms advise,

That it might show her how delorm'd Confess him good, admit him wise,

She look'd, and frightful, when she storm'd; In vain you sweeten the discourse,

And waru her, as she priz'd her beanty, He thinks you call him fool, or worse.

To bend her humor to her duty. You paint his character, and try

All this the looking-glass achiev'd ; If he will own it, and apply;

Its threats were minded and believid. Without a name reprove and warn;

The Maid, who spurn'd at all advice, Here none are hurt, and all may learn;

Grew tame and gentle in a trice : This too must fail; the picture shown,

So, when all other means had fail'd, No man will take it for his own.

The silent monitor prevail'd. In moral lectures treat the case,

Thus, Fable to the human kind Say this is honest, that is base;

Presents an image of the mind; In conversation none will bear it;

It is a mirror, where we spy And for the pupil, few come near it.

At large our own deforinity; And is there then no other way

And learn of course those faults to mend, A moral lessoni to convey ?

Which but to mention would offend.
Must all that shall attempt to teach,
Admonish, satirize, or preach?

§ 297. The Boy and the Rainbow. Wilkie Yes, there is one, an antient art,

DECLARE, ye sages,

if ye find By sages found to reach the heart,

'Mongst animals of ev'ry kind, Ere science, with distinctions nice,

Of each condition, sort, and size, Had fix'd what virtue is, and vice.

From whales and elephants to flies, Inventing all the various names

A creature that mistakes his plan, On which the inoralist declains :

And errs, so constantly as Man. They would by simple tales advise,

Each kind pursues his proper good, Which took the hearer by surprise ;

And seeks for pleasure, rest, and food, Alarm'd his conscience, unprepar’d,

As nature points, and never errs Ere pride had put it on its guard;

In what it chooses and preters;
And made him from himself receive

Man only blunders, though possest
The lessons which they meant to give. Of talents far above the rest.
That this device will oft prevail,

Descend to instances, and try;
And gain its end when others fail,

An ox will scarce attenript to Hy; If any shall pretend to doubt,

Or leave his pasture in the wood, The tale which follows makes it out. With fishes to explore the flood. There was a little stubborn dame,

Man only acts, of ev'ry creature, Whom no authority could tame ;

In opposition to his nature. Restive, by long indulgence, growi),

The happiness of human kind No will she minded but her own:

Consists in rectitude of mind; At trifles oft she'd scold and fret,

A will subdu'd to reason's sway, Then in a corner take a scat,

And passions practis'd to obey; And, sourly moping all the day,


open and a gen'rous heart, Disdain alike to work or play.

Refin'd from selfishuess and art;' Papa all softer arts had tried,

Patience, which mocks at fortune's pow's, And sharper remedies applied ;

And wisdom never sad nor sour : But both were vain ; for ev'ry course

In these consists our proper bliss ; He took, still made her work and worse. Else Plato reasonis much amiss :


But foolishi mortals still pursue

At which our trav'ller, as he sat, l'alse happiness in place of true;

By intervals began to chat.Anbition server us for a guide,

"T'is odd, quoth he, to think whar strains Or lust, or ararice, or pride;

Of folly governs some folks' brains : While Reason no assent can gain,

What inakes you choose this wild abode! And Revelation warns in vain.

You 'll say, "lis 10 converse with God. Hence through our lives, in ev'ry stage,

Alas, I fear, 'tis all a whini; From infancy itself to age,

ou never saw or spoke with him. A happiness we toil to find,

They talk of Providence's pow'r, Which still avoids' us like the wind;

And say, it rules us ev'ry hour : Ex'o when we think the prize our own,

To me all nature seeins confusion, Al once 'tis vanish'd, lost and gone.

And such weak fancies mere delusion. You'll ask me why I thus rehearse

Say, if it rul'd and govern'il right, All Epictetus in my verse?

Could there be such a thing as night; And if I fondly hope to please,

Which, when the sun has left the skies, With dry reflections, such as these,

Puts all things in a deep disguise ? So trite, so hackney'd, and so stale?

If then a trav'ller chance to stray, I'll take the hint, and tell a tale.

The least step trom the public way, One evening, as a simple swain

He's soon in endless mazes lost, His fleck attended on the plain,

As I have found it to my cost.
The shining bow he chanc'd to spy,

Besides, the gloom which nature wears
Which warns us when a show'r is nigh. Assists imaginary fears,
With brightest rays it seem'd to glow: Of ghosts and goblins from the waves
Its distance eighty yards or so.

Of sulph'rous lakes and yawning graves;
This bumpkin had, it seems, been told All sprung from supersitious seed,
The story of the cup of gold,

Like other maxiins of the crecd. Which faine reports is to be found

For my part, I reject the tales Just where the Rainbow meets the ground;

Which faith suggests when reason fails; Ile therefore felt a sudden itch

And reason nothing understands, To seise the goblet, and be rich;

Unwarranted by cyes and hands. Hoping, yet hopes are oft but vain,

These subtle essences, like wind, No more to toil thro' wind and rain,

Which some have dreamt of, and call mind, But sit indulging by the fire,

It ne'er admits ; nor joins the lie, Midst ease and plenty, like a 'squire.

Which says men rot, but never die. He mark'd the very spot of land

It holds all future things in doubt, On which the Rainbow seem'd to stand, And therefore wisely leaves them out ; And, stepping forwards at his leisure,

Suggesting what is worth our care, Expected to have found the treasure.

To take things present as they are,
But as he mov'd, the color'd ray

Our wisest course : the rest is folls,
Still chang'd its place, and slipp'd away, The fruit of spleen and nielanchols.
As seeming
his approach to shun.

Sir, quoth ihe Hermit, I agree
From walking he began to run;

That Reason still our guide should be ; But all in vain, it still withdrew

And will admit her as the test As nimbly as he could pursue.

Of what is true, and what is best;,
At last, through many à bog and lake,

But Reason sure would blush for shadie
Rough craggy road, and thorny brake, At what you mention in her name;
It led the easy fool, till night

Her dictates are subline and holy;
Approach'd, then vanish'd in his sight, Impiety's the child of Folly;
And left him to compute his gains,

Reason with measur'd steps and slow,
With nought but labor for his pains.

To things above to things below

Ascends, and guides us thro' ler sphere $ 298. The Rake and the liermit, Wilkie. With caution, vigilance, and care, A YOUTH, a pupil of the town,

Faith in the utmost frontier stands, Philosopher and atheist grown,

And Reason puts us in her hands; Benighted once upon the roadl,

But not till her commission giv'n Found out a hermit's lone abode,

Is found authentic, and from Heav'n. Whose hospitality in need

"Tis strange that man, a reas'ning creature, Reliev'd the trav'ller and his steed;

Should miss a God, in viewing nature ; For both sufficiently were tir'd,

Whose high perfections are display'd Well drevch'd in ditches, and bemir'd. In ev'ry thing his hands liave made : Ilungėr the first attention claims;

Ey'n when we think their traces lost, Upon the coals a rasher flames.

When found again, we see them most e Dry crusts, and liquor something stale, The night itself, which you would blame Were added to make up a moal;

As something wrong in nature's frame,

1 Is but a curtain to invest

Would often boast his matchless skill
Her wrary children when at rest :

To curb the steed, and guide the wheel;
Like that which mothers draw to keep And as he pass'd the gazing throng
The light off from a child asleep.

With graceful ease, and smack'd the thong, Besides, the fears which darkness breeds The idiot wonder they express'd (At least augments) in vulgar heads,

Was praise and transport to his breast, Are far from useless, when the mind

At length, quite vain, he needs would show Is narrow, and to earth confin'd;

His master what his art could do ;
They make the worldling think with pain And bade his slaves the chariot lead
On Irauds, and oaths, and ill-gol gain;

To Acadeinus' sacred shade.
Force from the ruffian's hand the knifa The trembling grove confess'd its fright,
Just rais'd against his neighbour's life; The wood-nymphs started at the sight;
And in defence of virtue's cause,

The Muses drop the learned lyre,
Assist each sanction of the laws.

And to their inmost shades retire.
But souls serene, where wisdom dwells, Howe'er the youth, with forward air,
And superstitious dread expels,

Bows to the sage, and mounts the car;
The silent majesty of night

The lash resounds, the coursers spring, Excites to take a nobler fight;

The chariot marks the rolling ring; With saints and angels to explore

And gathering crowds, with eager eyes, The wonders of creating pow'r ;

And shouts, pursue him as he fies. And lifts on contemplation's wings

Triumphant to the goal return'd, Above the sphere of mortal things,

With nobler thirst his bosom buru'd ;
Walk forth, and tread those dewy plains And now along th' indented plain
Where night in awful silence reigns ; The self-sanie track he marks again ;
The sky's serene, the air is still,

Pursuies with care the nice design,
The woods stand listening on each hill, Nor ever deviates from the line.
To catch the sounds that sink and swell,

Amazement seis'd the circling crowd;
Wide-floating from the ev'ning bell,

The youths with ennulation glow'd ; M'hile foxes howl, and beetles hum,

Ev'n bearded sages

hail'd the boy, Sounds which make silence still more dumb: And all but Plato gaz'd with joy. And try if folly, rash and rude,

For he, deep-judging sage, beheld Dare on the sacred hour intrude.

With pain the triumphs of thc field:
Then turn your eyes to heav'n's broad frame, And when the charioteer drew nigh,
Attempt to quote those lights by name And, Aush'd with hope, had caught his ere,
Which shine so thick, and spread so far; Alas! unhappy youth, he cried,
Conceive a sun in ev'ry star,

Expect no praise from me (and sigh d.)
Round which unnumber'd planets roll, With indignation I survey
While comets shoot athwart the whole; Such skill and judgement thrown away.
From system still to system ranging,

The time profiisely squander'd there
Their various benefits exchanging,

On vulgar arts, beneath thy care,
And shaking from their faniing hair

If well employ'd, at less expence,
The things most needed ev'ry where. Had taught thee honor, virtue, sense,
Explore this glorious scene, and say

And rais'd thee from a coachinan's fate
That night discovers less than day;

To govern men, and guide the state.
That 'tis quite useless, and a sign
That chance disposes, not design :

$ 300. The Bee, the Ant, and the Sparross. Whoe'er maintains it, I'll proliounce

Dr. Cotton Him either mad, or else a dunce ; For reason, tho' 'tis far from strong,

Addressed to Phæbe and Kitty C. at Boarding

Will soon find out that nothing's wrong,
From signs and evidences clear

My dears, 'tis said, in days of old
Of wise contrivance ev'ry where.

That beasts could talk, and birds could scold: The Hermit ended, and the youth But now, it seems, the human race Became a convert to the truth;

Alone engross the speaker's place. At least he yielded, and confessid

Yet lately, if report be true,
That all was orderd for the best.

(And much the tale relates to you)
There inet á Sparrow, Ant, and Bee,

Which reason'd and convere'd as we. $ 299. The Youth and the Philosopher.

W. Whitehead. That Phe's the wise industrious Ant;

Who reads my page will doubtless grant A GRECIAN youth, of talents rare,

And all with half an eye may see Whom Plato's philosophic care

That Kitty is the busy Bee. Had form'd for virtue's nobler view,

Here then are two-but where's the third ? By precept and example too,

Go search the school, you'll find the bird.


Your school! I ask your pardon, Fair; That virtue was their fav'rite theme,
I'm sure you 'll find no Sparrow there. And toil and probity their scheine:

Now to my tale --- One suinmer's morn Such talk was hateful to her breast;
A Bee rang’d o'er the verdant lawn ; She thought them arrant prudes at best.
Studious to husband ev'ry hour,

When to display her naughty mind,
And make the most of ev'ry flow'r.

Hunger with cruelty combin'd, Nimble from stalk to stalk she flies,

She view'd the Ant with savage eyes, And loads with yellow wax her thighs; And hopp'd and hopp'd to snatch the prize. With which the artist builds her comb, The Bee, who watch'd her op'ning bil, And keeps all tight and warm at home: And guess'd her fell design to kill, Or from the cowslip's golden bells

Ask'd her from what her anger rose, Sucks honey, to enrich her cells :

And why she treated Ants as foes? Or ev'ry tempting rose pursues,

The Sparrow her reply began, Or sips the líly's fragrant dews;

And thus the conversation ran : Yet never robs the shining bloom

Whenever I'm dispos'd to dine, Or of its beauty or perfume.

I think the whole creation mine; Thus she discharg'd in ev'ry way

That I'm a bird of high degree, The various duties of the day.

And ev'ry insect made for me.
It chanc'd a frugal Ant was near,

Hence oft I search the emmet-brood
Whose brow was wrinkled o'er by care; (For emmets are delicious food),
A great æconomist was she,

And oft, in wantonness and play,
Nor less laborious than the Bee;

I slay ten thonsand in a day. By pensive parents often taught

For truth it is, without disguise, What ills arise from want of thought; That I love mischief as my eyes. That poverty on sloth depends;

Oh! fic! the houest Bee replied, On poverty the loss of friends ;

I fear you make base men your guide;
Hence ev'ry day the Ant is found

Of ev'ry creature sure the worst,
With anxious steps to tread the ground; Though in creation's scale the first!
With curious search to irace the grain, Ungrateful man! 'tis strange he thrives,
And drag the heary load with pain.

Who burns the Bees to rob their hives !
The active Bee with pleasure saw

I hate his vile administration, The Ant fulfil her parent's law.

And so do all the emmet nation. Ah! sister laborer, says she,

What fatal foes to birds are men, How very fortunate are we!

Quite to the Eagle from the Wren! Who, taught in infancy to know

Õh! do not men's example take, The comforts which from labor flow,

Who mischief do for mischief's sake; Are independent of the great,

But spare the Ant - her worth demands Nor know the wants of pride and state. Esteein and friendship at your hands. Why is our food so very sweet?

A mind with ev'ry vistue blest, Because we earn before we eat.

lust raise compassion in your breast. Why are our wants so very

few ?

Virtue! rejoin'd the sneering bird, Because we nature's calls


Where did you learn that Gothic word Whence our complacency of mind?

Since I was hatch'd, I never heard Because we act our parts assign d.

That virtne was at all rever'd. Have we incessant tasks to do?

But say it was the antients' claim, Is not all nature busy too?

Yet moderns disavow the naine ; Doth not the sun, with constant pace, Unless, iny dear, you read romances, Persist to run his annual race?

I cannot reconcile your fancies. Do not the stars, which shine so bright, Virtue in fairy tales is seen Renew their courses ev'ry night?

To play the goddess or the queen ;
Doth not the ox obedient bow

But what's a queen without the pow'r,
His patient neck, and draw the plough? Or beauty, child, without a dow's:
Or when did e'er the gen'rous steed

Yet this is all that virtue brugs,
Withhold his labor or his speed?

At best 'tis only worth in rags: If you all nature's system scan,

Such whims may very heart derides : The only idle thing is man.

Indeed you make me burst my sides A wanton Sparrow long'd to hear

Trust me, Miss Bee to speak the truth,
Theis sage discourse, and straight drew noar. I've copied men from earliest youth;
The bird was talkative and loud,

The same our taste, the same our school,
And very pert and very proud;
As worthless and as vain a thing,

And cali me.bird, or call me'sinner,
Perhaps, as ever wore a wing.

I'll ne'er forego my sport or dinner. She found, as on a spray she sat,

A prowling cat the miscreant spies, The little friends were deep in chat ; And wide expends her amber eyes :


· Suretch'd at his case the beast Iview'd,

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Near and more near Grimalkind draws;

As late with open mouth it lay, She wags her tail, protends her par's;

sunny ray; Then, springing on her thoughtless prey, She bore the vicious bird away.

And saw it cat the air for food!' Thus in her cruelty and pride,

" I've seen it, Sir, as well as you, The wicked wanton sparrow died.

" And must again affirin it blue.

“ At leisure I ihe beast survey'd, 301. The Bears and Bees. Merrick. “ Extended in the cooling shade." As two young bears in wanton mood,

• 'Tis green, 'uis green, Sir, I assure ye.'. Forth issuing from a neighb'ring wood, “ Green!" cries the other in a fury. Came where th' industrious Becs had stor'd Why, Sir, d'ye think I've lost my eyes ?" In artful cells their luscious hoard;

• "Twere no great loss,' the friend replies, O'erjor'd they seis'd with eager liaste

• For, if they always serve you thus, Luxurious on the rich repast.

"You'll find them' but of little use.' Alarm'd at this the little crew

So high at last the contest rose, About their ears vindictive few.

From words they almost came to blows: The beasts, unable to sustain

When luckily came by a third-
Th'unequal combat, quit the plain ;

To him the question they referr’d;
Half blind with rage, and mad with pain, And begg'd he'd tell them, if he knew,
Their native shelter the regain ;

Whether the thing was creen or blue.
There sit, and now, discreeter grown,

Sirs," cries the unpira, “ cease your pother, Too late their' rashness they bemoan;

" The creature's neither one nor t other : And this by dear experience gain,

"I caught the animal last night, That pleasure's ever bought with pain.

" And view'd it o'er by candle light: So when the gildled baits of vice

“ I mark'd it well - 'twas black as jet Are plac'd before our longing eyes,

“ You stare - but, Sirs, I've got it yet, With greedy haste we snatch our fill,

“ And can produce it."-- Pray, Sir, do : And swallow down the latent ill;

I'll lay my life, the thing is blue.' But when experience opes our eyes,

" And I'll be sworn that when you've seen Awav the fancied pleasure flies:

" The reptile, you 'll p'r.nounce him green," It dies, but oh! too late we find

· Will then, at onci, to case the doubt,' It leaves a real sting behind.

Replies the man, “I'll turn him out:

And when before your eyes I've set him, $ 302. The Camclion. Merrick.

don't find him black, I 'll eat him.' Oft has it been iny lot to mark

He said ; then full before thcir sight A proud conceited talking spark,

Produc'd the beast, and lo- 'twas white.. With eyes, that hardly serv'd at most

Both star'd; the man look'd wond'rous wisc To guard their master 'gainst a post;

My children," the Camclion cries
Yet round the world the blade has been, (Then first the crea ure found a tongue),
To see whatever could be seen :

“ You all are right, and all are wrong: Returning from his finish'd tour,

« When next you talk of what you view, Grown ten times perter than before ;

" Think others sce as well as you : Whatever word vou chance to drop,

Nor wonder, if you find that none The trarell'd fool

your mouth will stop : “ Prefers your eye-sight to his own." " Sir, if my judgement you 'll allow – I've seen —iud sure I ought to know"

$ 303. The Monkeys. A Tale. Merricka So bege you 'd pay a due subinission, And acquiesce in his decision.

Wuoe'er, with curious eve, has tang'd

Thro' Ovid's tales, has scen
Two travellers of such a cast,
As o'cr Arabia's wilds they pass'd,

How Jove, ineens'd, to Monkeys chang'd

A tribe of worthless men.
And on their way in friendly chat
Now talk'd of this, and then of that,

Repentant soon, th' offending race
Discour'd a while, 'mongst other matter,

Entreat the injur'd pow'r Of the camelion's form and nature.

To give them back the human face, " A stranger animal,” crics one,

And reason's aid re: tore. “ Sure never liv'd beneath the sun;

Jove, sooth'd at length, his car inclin'da " A lizard's body, lean and long,

And granted half their pray'r ; " A fish's head, a serpent's tongue;

But t'other half he bade the wind “Its foot with triple claw disjoin'd ;

Disperse in empty air. " And whiat a length of tail behind! " How slow its pace! and then its hue.

Scarce had the thund'rer giv’n the nod " Who ever saw so fine a blue?"

That shook the vaulted skies, flold there,' the other quick replics,

With haughtier air the creatures strode, 'Tis green, I saw it with these eyes,

And stretch'd their dwindled size.


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