"Where once I went to church, I'll now go twice"And am fo clear too of all other vice." The Tempter faw his time; the work he ply'd ;' Stocks and Subfcriptions pour on ev'ry fide, Till all the dæmon makes his full defcent, In one abundant fhow'r of Cent. per Cent. Sinks deep within him, and poffefs the whole, Behold Sir Balaam, now a man of spirit, But duly fent his family and wife. There (fo the devil ordain'd) one Christmas tide A nymph of quality admires our Knight, POPE. CHAP. CHAP. XV. EDWIN AND EMMA FAR in the windings of a vale, Faft by a fhelt'ring wood, The fafe retreat of Health and Peace, There beauteous EMMA flourish'd fair The fofteft blafh that Nature spreads, Such orient colour fmiles thro' heaven Nor let the pride of great ones fcorn That fun which bids their di'mond blaze, To deck our lily deigns. Long had the fir'd each youth with love, Each maiden with despair; And tho' by all a wonder own'd, Yet knew not fhe was fair. Till EDWIN came, the pride of fwains, A foul that knew no art, And from whofe eyes ferenely mild, Shone forth the feeling heart. A mutual A mutual flame was quickly caught, Nor neither bofom ledg'd a wish What happy hours of heart-felt bliss But blifs too mighty long to last, His fifter, who like Envy form'd, To work them harm, with wicked skill The father too, a fordid man, Was all unfeeling as the rock Long had he feen their mutual flame, In EDWIN's gentle heart a war Deny'd her fight, he oft behind To His cheeks, where love with beauty glow'd, A deadly pale o'ercaft; So fades the fresh rose in its prime, Before the northern blaft. The parents now, with late remorse, And weary'd Heav'n with fruitless pray'rs, 'Tis paft, he cry'd, but if your fouls Sweet mercy yet can move, She came; his cold hand foftly touch'd, But oh his fifter's jealous care, (A cruel fifter fhe!) Forbad what EMMA came to say, Now homeward as the hopeless went, The churchyard path along, The blast blew cold, the dark owl scream'd When, lo! the death-bell smote her ear, Just then she reach'd with trembling steps, I feel, I feel this breaking heart Beat high against my side: From her white arm down funk her head, She fhiver'd, fighed, and died! MALLET. CHAP. XVI. CELADON AND AMELIA. "TIS lift'ning fear, and dumb amazement all: When to the startled e eye the fudden glance E. And |