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tort duties of the sacred day?
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al mais vete exact, that then!
Dan to be wen of bea;

en bis pride; and that cac vice

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a vaptious pharisee is be!
laudeams temaşa hìn to unfold
tplaries, caurs, green, and gold:

istene solemn outie neat,
esde up were govern'd by his car
en la may-Te meaner fowl, give place,
e leadenn, dignity, and grace!

ute pleasant on his charms presumes,
ke tar las a glory in his plomes.

Delika, retreats with modest mien to pthsat desiring to be seen.

And shines without desiring to be seen.


Peusantar trutina. Hor. Lib. ii. Epist

. L.

YAN, on the dubious waves of errcar tased,
His ship hali founder'd, and his compass last,
Sees, far as human opties may command,
A sleeping fog, and fancies it dry laad:
Spreads all his canvass, ev'ry sinew plies;
Pants for 't, aims at it, enters it, and dies!
Then farewell all self-satisfying scheines,
His well-built systems, philosophic dreams ;
Deceitful views of future bliss farewell!
He reads his sentence at the flames of Hell.

Hard lot of man-to toil for the regard
Of virtue, and yet lose it! Wherefore hard!
He that would win the race must guide his tag?
Obedient to the customs of the course;
Else, though unequall'd to the goal be fies,
A meaner than bimself shall gain the prize.
Grace leads the right way: if you choose the sto,
Take it and perish; but restrain your tongue;
Charge not, with light sufficient, and left free,
Your wilful suicide on God's decree.

O how unlike the complex works of man,
Hear'n's easy, artless, unincumber'd plan!
No meretricious graces to beguile,
No clust'riog oroaments to clog the pile ;
From ostentation as from weakness free,
It stands like the cerulean arch we see,
Majestic in it's own simplicity.
Inscrib'd above the portal, from afar
Conspicuous as the brightness of a star,

He, christianlike, retreats with modest mien
To the close copse, or far sequester'd green,

legible only by the light they give,
Stand the soul-quick'ning words - Believe and live.
Too many, shoek'd at what should charm them inost,
Despise the plain direction, and are lost.
Hear'a on such terms! (they cry with proud disdain)
lacredible, impossible, and vain! -
Rebel, because 'tis easy to obey;
And score, for it's own sake, the gracious way.
These are the sober, in whose cooler brains
Scme thought of immortality remains ;
The rest too busy or too gay to wait
On the sad theme, their everlasting state,
Sport for a day, and perish in a night,
The foan upon the waters not so light.
Who judg’d the pharisee? What odious cause
Expos'd him to the vengeance of the laws ?
Had he seduc'd a virgin, wrong'd a friend,
Or stabb'd a man to serve some private end!
Was blasphemy his sin? Or did he stray
From the strict duties of the sacred day?
Sit long and late at the carousing board ?
(Beeh were the sins with which he charg‘d his Lord.)
No-the man's morals were exact, what then?
'Twas his ambition to be seen of men ;
His virtues were his pride; and that one vice
Made all his virtues gewgaws of no price;
He wore them as fine trappings for a show,
A praying, synagogue-frequenting, beau.
The self-applauding bird, the peacock see-
Mark what a sumptuous pharisee is he!
Meridian sun-beams tempt him to unfold
His radiant glories, azure, green, and gold:
He treads as if, some solemn music near,
His measur'd step were govern'd by his ear;
And seems to say-Ye meaner fowl, give place,
I am all splendoar, dignity, and grace!
Not so the pheasant on his charms presumes,
Though he too has a glory in his plomes.

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Hier ese-brows arch'd, her eyes both gone astray

with slipshod heels, and dewdrop at his nose;

Which future pages yet are doom'd to share,

And hides his hands to keep his fingers warm.

Doubts not hereafter with the saints to mount,

The plea of works, as arrogant and rein,
Hear'a turns froin with abhorrence and distan
Not more affronted by afox'd beglect

Than by the inete dissembler's feagu'd respect
What is all righteousness that men derisa
What-but a sordid barpan for the shoes
But Christ as soon would abdicate ha evi,
As stoop from Heard to sell the pred a tee

His dwelling a recess ia some rude rai.
Book, beads, and maple disti, his mieagte sich,
In shirt of hair and weeds of canvass dress ,
Girt with a bell-rope that the pope bas biesst,
Adust with stripes told out for ev'ry erial
And sore tormented long before his time;
His pray's preterrd to saints that cannot ast;
His praise postpon'd, and nerer to be paid;
See the sage hermit, by mankind admir'd,
With ali that bigotry adopts jaspir'd,
Wearing out life in his religious whin,
Till his religious whimsy wears out hin.
His works, his abstineace, his zeal allor'd,
You think him humble-God accounts hiD MET
High in deinand, though lowly in preteace,
Of all his conduct this the genuine sease-
My penitential stripes, my streaming blood,
Have purchas'd llcaw'n, and prare title face

Tura eastward pow, and Fancy shall apris
To your weak sig it her telescopic eye.
The bramia kindles on his own bare head
The sacred fire, self-torturing his trade,
His voluntary pains, severe and long,
Would give a barb'rous air to British song;
No grand inquisitor could worse invent,
Than he coutrives to suffer well content

Which is the saintlier worthy of the two?
Past all dispute, yon anchorite, say you.
Your sentence and inine differ. Wbat's a use
I say the bramin has the fairer claim.
If sutfrings, Scripture no where recommends,
Devis'd by sell to answer selfish ends,

Give saintship, then all Europe must agree
Tea staro’ling hermits suffer less than he.

The truth is (if the truth may suit your ear,
Aad prejudice have left a passage clear),
Pride has attain'd its most luxuriant growth,
And poison'd ev'ry virtue in them both.
Anide may be pamper'd while the flesh grows lean ;
Famility may clothe an English dean;
That grace was Cowper's-his, confess'd by all-
nasugh plac'd in golden Durham's second stall.
Sot all the plenty of a bishop's board,
His palace, and his lacqueys, and “My Lord,"
Note tourish pride, that condescending vice,
Tran abstinence, and beggary, and lice;
I trives in mis'ry, and abundant grows:
lo nis'ry fools upon themselves impose.
Bat why before us protestants produce
Aaledian mystic, or a French recluse?
Tbeir sin is plain ; but what have we to fear,
Reform'd and well instructed ? You shall hear.
Fon ancient prude, whose wither’d features show
Soe might be young some forty years ago,
Hier elbows pinion'd close opon her hips,
Her head erect, her fan upon her lips,
Is watch yon am'rous couple in their play,

ta bony and unkerchief d neck defies
Tse rade inclemency of wintry skies,
had sails with lappet-bead and mincing aics
Dals at chink of bell to morning pray'rs.

Io thrist and parsimony much inclin'd,
be set allows herself that boy behind;

de skiv'ring urchin, bending as he goes,
His predecessor's coat advanc'd to wear,
Carries her Bible tuck'd beneath his arm,
She, half an angel in her own account,

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