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Alighting, turns the key in her own door,
And, at the watchman's lantern borrwing light,
Finds a cold bed her only comfort left,
Wives beggar husbands,husbands starve their wives
On Fortune's velvet altar off ring up
Their last poor pittance-Fortune, most severe
Of goddesses yet known, and costlier far
Than all, that held their routs in Juno’s heav'n..
So fare we in this prison-house the World;
And 'tis a fearful spectacle to see
So many maniacs dancing in their chains.
They gaze upon the links that hold them fast,
eyes of anguish, execrate their lot,
Then shake them in despair, and dance again!
Now basket up the family of plagues,
That waste our vitals; peculation, sale
Of honour, perjury, corruption, frauds
By forgery, by subterfuge of law,
By tricks and lies as num'rous and as keen
As the necessities their authors feel;
Then cast them, closely bundled, ev'ry brat
At the right door. Profusion is the sire.
Profusion unrestrain'd, with all that's base
In character, has litter'd all the land,
And bred, within the mem'ry of no few,
A priesthood, such as Baal's was of old,
A people, such as never was till now.
It is a hungry vice :-it eats up all
That gives society its beauty, strength,
Convenience, and security, and use;
Makes men mere vermin, worthy to be trapp'd
And gibbeted, as fast as catchpole claws
Can seize the slipp'rý prey: unties the knot
Of union, and converts the sacred band,
That holds mankind together, to a scourge.
Profusion, deluging a state with lusts
Of grossest nature and of worst effects,
Prepares it for its ruin: hardens, blinds,
And warps, the consciences of public men,
Till they can laugh at Virtue ; mock the fools,
That trust them; and in th' end disclose a face,
That would have shock'd Credulity herself,
Unmask'd, vouchsafing this their sole excuse
Since all alike are selfish, why not they ?
This does Profusion, and th' accursed cause
Of such deep mischief has itself a cause.
In colleges and halls in ancient days,
When learning, virtue, piety, and truth,
Were precious, and inculcated with care,
There dwelt a sage call'd Discipline. His head,
Not yet by time completely silver'd o'er,
Bespoke him past the bonds of freakish youth,
But strong for service still, and unimpair'd.
His eye was meek and gentle, and a smile
Play'd on his lips; and in his speech was heard
Paternal sweetness, dignity, and love,
The occupation dearest to his heart
Was to encourage goodness. He would stroke
The head of modest
and ingenuous worth.
That blush'd at its own praise; and press the youth
Close to his side, that pleas’d him. Learning grew
Beneath his care a thriving, vig'rous plant;
The mind was well inform’d, the passions held
Subordinate, and diligence was choice.
If e'er it chanc'd, as sometimes chance it must,
That one among so many overleap'd
The limits of control, his gentle eye
Grew stern, and darted a severe rebuke:
His frown was full of terror, and his voice
Shook the delinquent with such fits of awe,
As left bim not, till penitence had won
Lost favour back again, and clos’d the breach.
But Discipline, a faithful servant long,
Declin'd at length into the vale of years :
A palsy struck
his arm ; his sparkling eye Was quench'd in rheums of age; his voice unstrung
Grew tremulous, and drew derision more
Than rev'rence in perverse, rebellious youth,
So colleges and halls neglected much
Their good old friend; and Discipline at length,
O’erlook'd and unemploy’d, fell sick and died.
Then Study languish’d, Emulation slept,
And Virtue fled. The schools became a scene
Of solemn farce, where ignorance in stilts,
well lin'd with logic not his own,
With parrot tongue perform’d the scholar's part,
Proceeding soon a graduated dunce.
Then Compromise had place, and Scrutiny
Became stone blind; Precedence went in truck,
And he was competent whose purse was so.
A dissolution of all bonds ensued;
The curbs invented for the mulish mouth
Of headstrong youth were broken ; bars and bolts
Grew rusty by disuse; and massy gates
Forgot their office, op’ning with a touch ;
Till gowns at length are found mere masquerade,
The tassel'd cap, and the spruce band a jest,
A mock’ry of the world! What need of these
For gamesters, jockeys, brothellers impure,
Spendthrifts, and booted sportsmen, oft'ner seen
With belted waist and pointers at their heels,
Than in the bounds of duty ? What was learn'd,
If aught was learn'd in childhood, is forgot;
And such expense, as pinches parents blue,
And mortifies the liberal hand of love,
Is squander'd in pursuit of idle sports
And vicious pleasures; buys the boy a name,
That sits a stigma on his father's house,
And cleaves through life inseparably close
To him that wears it. What can after-games
Of riper joys, and commerce with the world,
The lewd vain world, that must receive him soon,
Add to such erudition, thus acquir'd,
Where science and where virtue are profess’d?....
They may confirm his habits, rivet fast
His folly, but to spoil him is a task,
That bids defiance to th’ united pow'rs
Of fashion, dissipation, taverns, stews.
Now blame we most the nurslings or the nurse ?
The children crook'd, and twisted, and deform’d,
Through want of care; or her, whose winking eye'
And slumbʼring oscitancy mars the brood ?
The nurse no doubt. Regardless of her charge,
She needs herself correction; needs to learn,
That it is dang’rous sporting with the world,
With things so sacred as a nation's trust,
The nurture of her youth, her dearest pledge.
All are not such. I had a brother once-
Peace to the mem’ry of a man of worth,
A man of letters, and of manners too!
Of manners sweet as Virtue always wears,
When gay Good-nature dresses her in smiles.
He grac'd a college,* in which order yet
Was sacred; and was honour'd, lov'd, and wept,
By more than one, themselves conspicuous there.
Some minds are temper'd happily, and mix'd
With such ingredients of good sense, and taste
Of what is excellent in man, they thirst
With such a zeal to be what they approve,
That no restraints can circumscribe them more
Than they themselves by choice, for wisdom's sake.'
Nor can example hurt them: what they see
Of vice in others but enhancing more
The charms of virtue in their just esteem.
If such escape contagion, and emerge
Pure from so foul a pool to shine abroad,
And give the world their talents and themselves,
Small thanks to those whose negligence or sloth
Expos'd their inexperience to the snare,
And left them to an undirected choice.
See then the quiver broken and decay'd,
* Bene't Coll. Cambridge.
In which are kept our arrows ? Rusting there
In wild disorder, and unfit for use,
What wonder if, discharg'd into the world,
They shame their shooters with a random flight,
Their points obtuse, and feathers drunk with wine!
Well may the church wage unsuccessful war
With such artill’ry arm’d. Vice parries wide
Th’undreaded volley with a sword of straw,
And stands an impudent and fearless mark.
Have we not track'd the felon home, and found
His birth-place and his dam? The country mourns,
Mourns because ev'ry plague, that can infest
Society, and that saps and worms the base
Of thedifice, that Policy has rais'd,
Swarms in all quarters : meets the eye, the ear,
And suffocates the breath at ev'ry turn.
Profusion breeds them; and the cause itself
Of that calamitous mischief has been found;
Found too where most offensive, in the skirts
Of the rob'd pedagogue! Else let th' arraignd
Stand up unconscious, and refute the charge.
So when the Jewish leader stretch'd his arm,
And wav'd his rod divine, a race obscene,
Spawn’d in the muddy beds of Nile, came forth,
Polluting Egypt; gardens, fields, and plains,
Were cover'd with the pest; the streets were fill’d;
The crooking nuisance Jurk'd in
every Nor palaces, nor even chambers, 'scap'd; And the land stanko num'rous was the fry.