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Had he the real likeness shown,
Would any man the picture owo ?
But when thus happily he wrought,
Each found the likeness in his thought.

VI.--Diversity in the Human Character. VIRTUOUS and vicious every man must be, Few in th' extreme, but all in the degree; The rogue and fool by fits are fair and wise, And e'en the best, by fits what they despise. 'Tis but by part we follow good or ill, / For, Vice or Virtue, Self directs it still ; Each individual seeks a sev'ral goal; But Heaven's great view is one, and that the whiole. That counterworks each folly and caprice; That disappoints th' effect of ev'ry vice; That happy frailties to all ranks apply'd Shame to the virgin, to the matron pride, Fear to the statesman, rashness to the chief, To kings presumption, and to crowds belief. That Virtue's end from vanity can raise, Which seeks no interest, no reward but praise; And build on wants, and op defects of mind, The joy, the peace, the glory of mankind,

Heaven, forming each on other to depend, A master, or a servant, or a friend, Bids each on other for assistance call, Till one man's weakness grows the strength of all. Wants, frailties, passions, closer still ally The common intrest or endear the tie. To those we owe true friendship, love sincere, Each homefelt joy that life inherits here; Yet from the same, we learn, in its decline, Those joys, those loves, those int'rests to resign. Taught, half by reason, half by mere decay, To welcome death, and calmly pass away.

Whate'er the passion, knowledge, fame or pelf, Not one would change his neighbour with himself. The learn’d is happy, nature to explore, The fool is happy that he knows no more"; The rich is happy in the plenty given, The poor contents him with the care of heaven:

See the blind beggar dance, the cripple sing,
The sot a hero, lunatic a king;
The starving chymist in his golden views
Supremely blest, the poet in his muse.

See some strange comfort ev'ry state attend,
And pride, bestow'd on all, a common friend;
See some fit passion ev'ry age supply,
Hope travels through, nor quits us wiren we die

Behold the child, by nature's kindly law, Pleas'd with a rattle, tickled with a straw; Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite ; Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, And cards and counters are the toys of age : Pleas'd with this bauble still, as that before; Till tir'd he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.

Mean wbile opinion gilds, with varying rays, Those painted clouds that beautify our days; Each want of happiness by hope supply'd And each vacuity of sense by pride. These build as fast as knowledge can destroy: Iu folly's cup still lauglis the bubble, joy; One prospect lost, another still we gain, And not a vanity is given in vain : E’en mean selflove becomes, by force divine, The scale to measure other's wants by thine. See ! and confess, one comfort still must rises 'Tis this : Though man's a fool, yet God is wise.

VII. The Toilet. AND now, unveil'd, the toilet stands display'd, Each silver vase in mystic order laid. First, rob'd in white, the nymph intent adores, With head uncover'd, the cosmetic powers. A heavenly image in the glass appears; To that she bends, to that her eye she rears. Th’inferiour priestess, at the altar's side, Trembling, begins the sacred rites of pride. Unnumber'd treasures ope at once, and here The various offerings of the world appear; From each she nicely culls, with curious toil, And decks the goddess with the glittering spoil.

This casket India's glowing gems unlocks,
And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.
The tortoise, here, and elephant unite,
Transform'd to combs, the speckled and the white;
Here files of pins extend their shining rows,
Puffs, powders, patches, bibles, billetdoux.
Now awful beauty puts on all its arms,
The fair, each moment, rises in her charms,
Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace,
And calls forth all the wonders of her face.

VIII.-The Hermit.
FAR in a wild, unknown to public view,
From youth to age a rev'rend hermit grew.
The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell,
His food the fruit, his drink the chrystal well:
Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days,
Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.

A life so sacred, such serene repose,
Seem'd heaven itself, till one suggestion rose :
That vice should triumph, virtue vice obey ;
Thus sprung some doubt of Providence's sway.
His hopes no more a certain prospect boast,
And all the tenor of his soul is lost.
So, when a smooth expanse receives, imprest
Calm nature's image on its wat'ry breast,
Down bend the banks; the trees depending grow }
And skies beneath with answ'ring colours glow :
But if a stone the gentle sea divide,
Swift ruffling circles curl on ev'ry side :
And glimm'ring fragments of a broken sun,
Banks, trees and skies in thick disorder run.

To clear this doubt; to know the world by sight; To find if books or swains report it right; (For yet by swains alone the world he knew, Whose feet came wand'ring o'er the nightly dew.) He quits his cell; the pilgriin's staff he bore, And fix'd the scallop in his hat before ; Then, with the sun a rising journey went, Sedate to think, and watching each event.

The morn was wasted in the pathless grass, And long and loathsome was the wild ta paas

But when the southern sun had warm’d the day,
A youth came boasting o'er the crossing way;
His raiment decent, his complexion fair,
And soft in graceful ringlets wav'd his hair.
Then near approaching, Father, hail! he cry'd;
And bail! my son, the rev'rend sire reply'd :
Words follow'd words; from question answer flowd;
And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road;
Till, each with other pleas'd, and loth to part,
While in their age they differ, join'd in heart.
Thus stands an aged elm in ivy bound ;
Thus youthful ivy clasps an elm around.

Now sunk the sun; the closing hour of day
Came onward, mantlid o'er with sober gray ;
Nature, in silence bid the world repose;
When near the road, a stately palace rose :
There, by the moon, through ranks of trees they pass,
Whose verdure crown'd their sloping sides of grass.
It chanc'd the noble master of the dome
Still made his house the wand'ring stranger's home :
Yet stiil, the kindness, from a thirst of praise,
Prov'd the vain flourish of expensive ease.
The pair arrive; the liv'ry'd servants wait,
The lord receives them at the pompous gate ;
A table groans with costly piles of food;
And all is more than hospitably good.
Then led to rest the day's long toil they drown,
Deep sunk in sleep, and silk, and heaps of down.

At length 'tis morn; and at the dawn of day, Along the wide canals the zephyrs play; Fresh o'er the gay parterres, the breezes creep, And shake the neighb'ring wood, to banish sleep. Up rise the guests obedient to the call; . An early banquet deck'd the splendid hall; Rich luscious wine a golden goblet gracd, Which the kind inaster forc'd the guests to tasta Then, pleas'd and thankful from the porch they go ; And, but the landlord, none had cause of

woe; His cup was vanish'd; for in secret guise, The younger guest purloin'd the glittring prize.

As one who sees a serpent in his way, Glist'ning and basking in the summer ray,

Disorder'd stops, to shun the danger near,
Then walks with faintness on, and looks with fear;
So seem'd the sire, when, far upon the road,
The shining spoil his wily partner show'd.
He stopt with silence, walk'd with trembling heart,
And much he wish’d, but durst not ask to part:
Murm'ring he lifts his eyes, and thinks it hard,
That gen'rous actions meet a base reward.

While thus they pass, the sun his glory shrouds : The changing skies hang out their sable clouds

S; A sound in air presag’d approaching rain, And beasts to covert scud across the plain. Warn’d by the signs, the wand'ring pair retreat, To seek for shelter in a neigh'boring seat. 'Twas built with turrets on a rising ground; And strong and large, and unimproved around; Its owner's temper, tim'rous and severe, Unkind and griping, caus’d a desert there. As near the miser's heavy doors they drew, Fierce rising gusts with sudden fury blew; The niinble lightning, mix'd with showers began, And o'er their heads loud rolling thunder ran. Here long they koock; but knock or call in vain, Driven by the wind, und batter'd by the rain. At length, some pity warm'd the master's breast :: ('Twas then his ihreshold first received a guest ;) Slow creaking turns the door, with jealous care, And half he welcomes in the shivering pair. One frugal faggot lights the naked walls, And nature's fervour through their limbs recalls ; Bread of the coarsest sort, with meagre wine, (Each hardly granted) serv'd them both to dine And when the tempest first appearód to cease, A ready warning bid them part in peace. With still remark, the pond'ring hermit viewód, In one so rich, a life so poor and rude : And why should such (within himself he cry'd Lock the lost wealth, a thousand want beside ? But, what new marks of wonder soon took place, In every settling feature of his face, When, from his vest, the young companion bore That cup, the genʻrous landlord own'd before,

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