Are such men rare! perhaps they would abound, 700 710 715 His lessons tire, his mild rebuke otfend, And all th' instructions, of thy son's best friend Are a stream chok'd, or trickling to no end. Doom him not then to solitary meals; But recollect that he has sense, and feels; 720 And that, possessor of a soul refin’d, An upright heart and cultivated mind, His post not mean, his talents not unknown, He deems it hard to vegetate alone. And, if admitted at thy board he sit, 726 Account him no just mark for idle wit; Offend not him, whom modesty restrains From repartee, with jokes that he disdains; Much less transfix his feelings with an oath; Nor frown, unless he vanish with the cloth. And, trust me, his utility may reach To more than he is hir'd or bound to teach: Much trash unutter'd, and some ills undone, Through rev’rence of the censor of thy son., But, if thy table be indeed unclean, 735 Foul with excess, and with discourse obscene, 130 And thou a wretch, whom, foll'wing her own plan 745 The most seducing, and the oft'nest seen,) 770 Not occupied in day-dreams, as at home, 795 No few, that would seem wise, resemble her. But all are not alike. Thy warning voice May here and there prevent erroneous choice; And some perhaps, who busy, as they are, Yet make their progeny their dearest care, 800 (Whose hearts will ache, once told what ills may reach Their offspring, left upon so wild a beach,) Will need no stress of argument to enforce Th' expedience of a less advent'rous course; The rest will slight thy counsel or condemn; 805 But they have human feelings--turn to them. To you then, tenants of life's middle state, Securely plac'd between the small and great, Whose character, yet undebauch'd, retains Two thirds of all the virtue that remains, Who, wise yourselves, desire your son should learn 830 pale, Their breath a sample of last night's regale; See volunteers in all the vilest arts, 835 Man well endow'd of honourable parts, Design'd by Nature wise, but self-made fools, All these, and more like these, were bred at schools, And if it chance, as sometimes chance it will, That though school-bred the boy be virtuous still; 840 Such rare exceptions, shining in the dark Prove, rather than impeach, the just remark: As here and there a twinkling star descried, Serves but to show how black is all beside. Now look on him, whose very voice in tone 846 Just echoes thine, whose features are thine own, And stroke bis polish'd cheek of purest red, And lay thine hand upon his flaxen head, And say, My boy, th' unwelcome hour is come, When thou, transplanted from thy genial home, 850 Must find a colder soil and bleaker air, And trust for safety to a stranger's care; What character, what turn thou wilt assume . From constant converse with I know not whom; Who there will court thy friendship, with what views, And, artless as thou art, whom thou wilt choose; 856 Though much depends on what thy choice shall be, Is all chance-medley, and unknown to me. Canst thou, the tear just trembling on thy lids, And while the dreadful risk foreseen forbids; 860 Free too, and under no constraining force, Unless the sway of custom warp thy course; Lay such a stake upon the losing side. Merely to gratify so blind a guide? Thou canst not! Nature, pulling at thine heart, 865 Condemns th' unfatherly, th' imprudent part, Thou wouldst not, deaf to Nature's tend'rest plea, Turn him adrift upon a rolling sea, Nor say, Go thither, conscious that there lay A brood of asps or quicksands in his way; Then only govern'd by the self-same rule Of nat’ral pity, send him not to school. No-guard him þetter. Is he not thine own, Thyself in miniature, thy flesh, thy bone? And hop'st thou not, ('tis ev'ry father's hope,) 875 That since thy strength must with thy years elope, And thou wilt need some comfort to assuage Health's last farewell, a staff in thine old age, That then, in récompense of all thy cares, Thy child shall show respect to thy gray hairs, 880 Befriend thee, of all other friends bereft, And give thy life its only cordial left! Aware then how much danger intervenes, To compass that good end forecast the means, |