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And paid profusely with the precious bowl,
While hence they walk, the pilgrim's bosom wrought
Now night's dim shades again involve the skyAgain the wanderers want a place to lie.com Again they search, and find a lodging nighThe soil improv'd around the mansion neatAnd neither poorly low, nor idly great : It seein'd to speak its master's turn of mindContent, and not for praise, but virtue, kind. Hither the walkers turn with weary feet'; Then bless the mansion, and the master greet; Their greeting fair, bestow'd with modest guise, The courteous master hears, and thus replies. Without a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, 1 yield a part: From him you come, from him accept it here A nk and sober, inore than costly cheer. He spoke; and bade the welcome table spread? Then talkód of virtue till the time of bed; When the grave household round his hall repair, Warn'd by the bell, and close the hours with prayer.
At length the world renewód by calm repose, Was strong for toil; the dappled morn arose ; Before the pilgrims part, the younger crept Near the closód cradle, where an infant slept, And writh'd his neck; the landlord's little prideO strange return !--grew black, and gaspid and died. Horror of horrors ! what! his only son! How look'd our hermit when the deed was done! Not hell, though hell's black jaws in sunder part, And breath blue fire, could more assault his heart.
Confus'd and struck with silence at the deed,
Wild sparkling rage inflames the father's eyes;
Though loud, at first, the pilgrim's passion grew,
Thy prayer, thy praise, thy life, to vice unknown, In sweet memorial rise before the throne : These charms success in our bright region find, And force an angel down to calm thy mind. For this commission'd, I forsook the sky; Nay, cease to kneel, thy fellow servant I.
Then know the truth of government divine,
The Maker justly claims that world he made;
Tis thus, withdrawn in state from human eye,
What strange events can strike with more surprise,
The great, vain man, who faród on costly food, Whose life was too luxurious to be good ; Who made his ivory stand with goblets shine, And forc'd his guests to morning draughts of wine; Has, with the cup, the graceless custom lost, And still he welcomes, but with less of cost.
The mean suspicious wretch, whose bolted door Ne'er mov'd in pity to the wand'ing poor ; With him I left the cup, to teach his mind, That heaven can bless, if mortals will be kind. Conscious of wanting worth, le views the bowl, And feels compassion touch bis grateful soul. Thus artist's inelt the sullen ore of lead, With heaping coals of fire upon its head : In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow, And loose from dross, the silver runs below.
Long had our pious friend in virtue trod, But now the child half wean-d his heart from God; (Child of his age) for him he lived in pain, and measuród back his steps to earth again, To what excesses had his dotage run? But God, to save the father, took the soit. To all, but thee, in fits, he seem'd to go, And 'twas my ministry to deal the blow. The poor fond parent, humbled in the dust, Now owns, in tears, the punishment was just.
But how had all his fortune felt a wreck, Had that false sei vant sped in safely back! This night his treasur'd heaps he meant to steal, And what a fund of charity would fail !
Thus heaven instructs thy mind. This trial o'er, Depart in peace, resign, and sin no more.
On sounding pinions here the youth withdrew, The sage stood wond'ring as the seraph flew.
Thus look'd Elisha, when to mount on high,
The bending hermit here a prayer begun :
IX.-On the Death of Mrs. Mason.-Mason,
Take that best gift, which heaven so lately gave; To Bristol's fount I bore, with trembling care,
Her faded form. She bow'd to taste the wave, And died. Does youth, does beauty read the line ?
Does sympathetic fear their breast alarm? Speak, dead Maria! breathe a strain divine;
E’en from the grave thou shalt have power to charm. Bid them be chaste, be innocent like thee;
Bid them in duty's sphere, as ineekly move: And if as fair, from vanity as free,
As firm in friendship, and as fond in love; Tell them, though 'tis an awful thing to die,
('Twas een to thee) yet the dread path once trod, Heaven lifts its everlasting portals high,"
And bids the pure in heart behold their God.”
X--Extract from the Temple of Fame-Pope,
poor, the rich, the valiant and the sage,
First, at the shrine, the learned world appear,
We here appeal to thy superiour throne;
Next these, the good and just, an awful train, Thus, on their knees, address the sacred fane: “Since living virtue is with envy curs'd, And the best men are treated as the worst, Do thou, just goddess, call our merits forth, And give each deed th' exact intrinsic worth.” “Not with bare justice shall your acts be crown'd, (Said Fame) but high above desert renowo'd, Let fuller notes th' applauding world amaze, And the loud clarion labour in your praise."
A troop came next, who crowns and armour wore, And proud defiance in their looks they bore. * For thee (they cry'd) amidst alarms and strife, We saild in tempests down the stream of life; For thee, whole nations fill'd with fire and blood, And swam to empire through the purple flood. Those ills we dar'd, thy inspiration own; What virtue seem'd was done for thee alone.” “ Ambitious fools! (the queen reply'd and frown'd) Be all your deeds in dark oblivion drown'd; There sleep forgot, with mighty tyrants gone, Your statues moulder'd, and your names unknown." A sudden cloud straight snatch'd them from my sight, And each majestic phantom sunk in night.
Then came the smallest tribe 1 yet had seen ; Plain was their dress, and modest was their mien : « Great ido: of mankind, we never claim The praise of merit, nor aspire to fame; But, safe in deserts from the applause of men, Would die unhcard of, as we liv'd unseen, 'Tis all we beg thee, to conceal from sight, Those acts of goodness which themselves requite.