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Zimri ask'd wealth, and wealth o'erturn'd his | By his own art th'artificer was try'd, parts.
[hearts. And lawyers beat him on the quibbling side. Parents for children pray, which break their Now hasten, poet, to begin thy song: Contractors, agio-men, for villas sigh;
“A tale,' says Prior, “ne'er should be too To day they purchase, and to morrow die.
long." Six cubic feet of earth are all their lot 3; Ill-judging is the bard, who slacks his pace Mourn’d wi-h hypocrisy, with ease forgot. And seeks for flow'rs, when be should run the Their Christian-heirs the pagan-rites employ,
race; And give the fun’ral ilicet with joy.
Or, wand'ring to enchanted castles, sleeps Lelio 4 would be th' Angelics of a school; On beds of down : or Cupid's vigils keeps; Kneels down a wit, and rises up a fool.
Whilst the main action is by pleasures crost, Weak hands affect to hold the statesman's scale; And the first purport of th' adventure lost. As well the shrimp might emulate a whale.- Great wits may scorn the dry poetic law; Clamb'ring, with stars averse, to fortune's Nor from the critic, but from Naturt", draw: beight
Each seeming trip, and each digressive start, Ambitious Omri rose, and dropp'd down-right-Displays their ease the more, and deep-plaon'd His paunch too heavy, and his head too light.
art: Like fall’n Salıoneus, he perceiv'), at length, (All study'd blandishments t'allure the heart.) The mean hypocrisy of boasted strength: Like Santueii's " stream, sliding thro’ flox'ry To deal like Dennis bis vain thunder round,
plains, And imitate inimitable sound.
Th’ effects are seen; the source unknown reBoth ways deceitful is the wine of pow'r,
mains. When new, 'tis heady, and, when old, 'tis sour. Janthe' pray'd for beauty; luckless maid !-
In ancient times, scarce talk'd of, and less An idjot mind th' angelic form betray'd.
known, Nature profusely deck'd the out-side pile,
When pious Justin 'fill'd the eastern throne, But staiv'd the poor inhabitant the while. D'Avenant implor'd the Muses for a tongue:
In a small dorp 2 till then for nothing fam’d, The Muses lent him theirs. He sweetly sung;
And by the neighb'ring swains Thebais nam'd, And—but for Milton“) bad inore sweetly) Eulogius liv’d: an humble mason he;
In nothing rich, but virtuous porerty. swung.
(all , " Learn hence,” he cry'd, “ my merry brethren From noise and riot he devoutly kept, Tyburn's agáric stanches wit, and gall.”
Sigh'el with the sick, and with the mourner wept;
Half his earn'd pittance to poor neighbours went; Others mount Pegasus, but lose their seat: And break their necks, before they end the heat. They had his a!ms, and he had his content. Libanius try'd the streams of eloquence, (sense. Still from his little he could something spare But plummet deep he sunk, unbuoy'd with To feed the hungry, and to clothe the bare. Soncinas 9 ask'd the “hnack of plotting treason
He gave whilst aught he had, and knew no
bounds; Against the crown and dignity of reason 10."
(pounds. The poor man's drachma stood for rich men's
He learnt with patience, and with meekness 3 Hic tibi mortis erunt metæ: domus alta
taught; sub ida,
His life was but the comment of his thought. Lyrnessi domus alta :-Solo Laurente se
Whether they nearer liv'd to the blest times tains both rich and poor. Nature produceth us When man's Redeemer bled for human erimes; all alike, and makes no distinction at death. Whether i he berunits of the desert fraught Open the grave, view the dead bodies; move
With living practice, by example taught; the ashes, you will find no difference between Or whether, with transmissive virtues fir'd, the patrician and the peasant, except thus far; (Which Chrysostoms all-eloquent inspir’d,) that by the magnificence of the tomb of the They caught the sacred flame- I spare tu say. former you may perceive he had much more to Religion's sun still shut an ev’ning ray: resigu and lose than the latter."
On the south aspect of a sloping hill,
Whose skirts meand'ring Peneus wasbes still, 4 Late lord B***. 5 Doctor Angelicus. 6 Milton interceded, and saved D'Avenant, In peace and charity, in pray’r and praise.
Our pious lab'rer pass'd his youthful days when he was a state-prisoner at Cowes castle in the isle of Wight, anno 1650: D'Avenant, in re
" Alluding to his famous inscription: turn, preserved Milton at the Restoration.
Alluding to a passage in Dryden: “A man Quæ dat aquas saxo letet hospita Nympha sub may be capable, as Jack Ketch's wife said of his
imo; servant, of a plain piece of work, bare hanging; Sic tu, cum dederis dora, latere velis. but, to make a malefactor die sweetly, was only
Santol. Poem. belonging to her husband.”
About the year Dxxvi. Dedication to Juvenal. 2 Dorp, a village, or more properly an ham. From an old poem.
Dryden. 9 A Spanish casuist.
It is a German word, and adopted by our best 10 Logic: so defined by our venerable poet writers in the beginning and middle of the last Francis Quarles, 1638.
“ A small spa:e of ground
" after death con. That men had more religion then than no.
No theatres of oaks around him rise,
And that', which on the Baptist's vigil sends Whose roots Earth's centre touch, whose heads To nymphs and swains the vision of their friends the skies:
Else physical and kitchen-plants alone
Each herb he knew, that works or good or ill,
Hill; Such imag'ry of greatness ill became (trees; For great the man, and useful without cloubt, A pameless dwelling, and an unknown name! Who seasons pottage-or expells the gout; Instead of forest-monarchs, and their train, Whose science keeps life in, and keeps death The unambitious rose bedeck'd the plain :
out! Trifoliate cytisus restraiu'd its boughs
No flesh from market-townsour peasant soughts For humble sheep to crop, and goats to browze. He rear'd his frugal meat, but never bought: On skirting heights thick stood the clust'ring A kid sometimes for festivals he slew : vine,
The choicer part was his sick neighbour's due: And here and there the sweet-leav'd eglantine; Two bacon-flitches made his Sunday's cheer; One lilac only, with a statelier grace,
Some the poor had, and some out-liv'd the year: Presum'd to claim the oak's and cedar's place, Por roots and herbage, (rais’d at hours to spare) And, looking round him with a monarch's care, With humble milk, compos'd his usual fare. Spread his exalted boughs to wave in air. (The poor man then was rich, and liv'd with glee;
This spot, for dwelling fit, Eulogius chose, Each barley-head un-taxt, and day-light free :) And in a month a decent home-stall rose, All had a part in all the rest could spare, Something, between a cottage and a cell.- The common water, and the common air 'o. Yet Virtue here could sleep, and Peace could Mean while God's blessings made Eulogius dwell.
thrive, From living stone, (but not of Parian rocks) The happiest, most contented man alive, He chipp’d his pavement, and he squar'd his His conscience cheer'd him with a life well spent, blocks:
His prudence a superfluous something lent, And then, without the aid of neighbours' art, Which made the poor who took, and poor who Perform’d the carpenter's and glazier's part.
Such kindness left men nothing to require,
He sought, not to prolong poor lives, but save: They thank'd their Maker for a pittance sent, And that which others lend, he always gave. Supp'd on a turnip, slept upon content.
Us’ry, a canker in fair virtue's rose, Four rooms, above, below, this mansion grac'd, Corrodes, and blasts the blossom e'er it blows: With white-wash deckt, and river-sand o'er-cast: So fierce, 0 Lucre, and so keen thy edge: The first, (forgive my verse if too diffuse,) Thou tak'st the poor man's mill-stones for a Perforin'd the kitchen's and the parlour's use:
pledge!!! The second, better bolted and immurd,
Eusebius, hermit of a neighb'ring cell, [well: From wolves his out-door family secur'd: His brother Christian mark’d, and knew him (For he had twice three kids, besides their dams; With zeal un-envying, and with transport fird, A cow, a spaniel, and two fav’rite lambs :) Beheld him, prais'd hin, lov'd him, and admir’d. A third, with herbs perfum'd, and rushes spread, Convincd, that noiseless piety might dwell Held, for his mother's use, a feather'd bed : In secular retreats, and flourish well; Two moss-matrasses in the fourth were shown; And that Heav'n's king (so great a inaster Hc) One for himself, for friends and pilgrims one. Had servants ev'ry where, of each degree. A ground-plot square five hives of bees con- " All-gracious Pow'r," he cries, “ for forty years tains;
I've liv'd an anchorcte in pray’rs and tears : Emblems of industry and virtuous gains 4! Pilaster'd jas’mines 'twixt the windows grew, 7 In imitation of Virgii: With lavender beneath, and sage and rue. Pulse of all kinds diffus'd their od'rous pow'rs,
Conon, & quis fuit alter Where Nature pencils butterflies s on flow'rs :
Descripsit radio ? &c." Nor were the cole-worts wanting, nor the root 8 An Arabiau physician, well skilled in boWhich after-ages call Hybernian froit:
tany. There, at a wish, much chamomile was had; 9 Quid prohibietis aquas? Usus communis (The conscience of man's stomach good or bad ;)
Ovid. Met. Spoon-wort 6 was there, scorbutics to supply;
Et cunctis undamque auramque And centaury to clear the jaundic'd eye;
Virg. Æn. vij. 3 See note 12.
But Ovid is still more explicite, Met. I. * Nullus, cum per cælum licuit, otio periit
Plin. Hist. Natural, b 1. Communemque prius, ceu lumina solis, & S All leguminous plants are, as the learned say, papilionaceous, or bear butterflied flowers. 11 “ No man shall take the nether or upper
6 Cochlearia. Spoon-wort is the old English mill-stone to pledge; for he taketh a man's life word for scurvy-grass.
Deul.ch. xxiv, v. 6
Yon' spring, which bubbles from the mountain's Give him Bizantium's wealth, which useless • Has all the luxury of thirst supply'd : (side,
shines, The roots of thistles have my hunger fed, Sicilian plenty, and the Indian mines; Two roods 12 of cultur'd barley give me bread. Instead of Peneus, let Pactolus lave A rock my pillow, and green moss my bed, His garden's precincts with a golden ware; The midnight clock attests my fervent pray’rs, Then may his soul its free-born range enjoy, The rising Sun my orisons declares,
Give deed to will, and ev'ry pow'r employ: The live-long day my aspiration knows,
In him the sick a second Luke shall find; And with the setting Sun my vespers close! Orphans and widows, to his care consign’d, Thy truth, my bope: thy Providence, my guard: Shall bless the father, and the husband kind: Thy grace, my strength: thy Heav'n, my last Just steward of the bounty he receir'd, reward!
And dying poorer than the poor relieved!”
And the winds bore the warning sounds away;
When draughts from Cherith's brook Elijah Religion is not theory, but act.
drew 14 : Men, seraphs, all, Eulogius' praise proclaim, And wing'd purveyors bis sharp hunger fed Who lends buth sight and feet to blind and lame: With frugal scraps of flesh, and maslin-bread 's, Who sooths th’asperity of hunger's sighs, On quails the humble prophet's pride might and dissipates the tear from mournful eyes;
swell, Pilgrims or wanı'ring angels entertains; And high fed lux’ry prompt him to rebell. Like pious Abraham on Mamre's plains.
Nor dreamt our anchorete, that, if his friend Ev'n to brute beasts his righteous care extends!3, Should reach, O virtuous Poverty! thy end, He feels their suff’rings, and their wants be- That conscience and religion soon mighi fly friends;
To so.ne forsaken clime and distant sky. From one smail source so many bounties spring, Ign'rant of happiness, and blind to ruin, We lose the peasant, and suppose a king; How oft are our petitions our undoing ! A king of Heav'n's own stamp, not vulgar make; Jephtha, with grateful sense of vict'ry fir'd, Blessed in giving, and averse to take !
Made a rash vow, and thought the vow inspir'd; Not such my pow'r! Half-useless doom'd to In piety the first, his daughter ran, Pray'rs and advice are all I have to give: [live, To hail with duteous voice the conqʼring man: But all, whate'er my means or strength deny, Well meaning, but unconscious of her doom, The virtues of Eulogius can supply.
She sought a blessing, and she found a tomb 16! Each, in the compass of his pow'r, he serves; Nor ever from his geu'rous purpose swerves: 14 1 Kings, ch. xvii, v. 4, &c, Ev'n enemies to his protection run,
15 Maslin bread, i. e. miscellane, or miscellaSure of his light, as of the rising Sun.
neous bread, an ancient English word, given to What pity is it that so great a soul,
a plain sort of household bread. When people An heart so bountiful, should feel control?
in a middling station used it, they generally Warm in itself, by icy fortune dampt,
mixed two gallons of oats and rye with six galAnd in the effort of exertion crampt;
lons of wheat. The poorer people mixed in Beneficent to all men, just, and true :
equal quantities wheat, barley, oats, rye, buckAs Nature bounteous, and impartial too.
wheat, pulse, &c. But such is the luxury of the Thus sometimes have I seen an angel's mind
present age (even amongst the poor) that not only In a weak body wretchedly confin'd;
the thing but the very name is forgotten; and a A mind, o Constantine, which from thy throne preference given to a whiter, but more unwholeCan take no honours, and yet add her own!
some sort of bread, if alum enters into the com“ Then hear me, gracious Heav'n, and grant position; which, indeed, cannot be concealed. my pray'r;
One of the first cares of a prime-minister (who Make yonder man the fav'rite of thy care:
ought also to be considered as proveditor-general Nourish the plant with thy celestial dew, of a kingdom) is to see the people supplied with Like manna let it fall, and still be new :
bread, of an wholesome nature, at as reasonable Expand the blossoms of his gen'rous mind, a price as possible. Till the rich odour reaches half mankind.
Hence the great Gustavus used to say, "That
it required more talents to feed a large army 12 Two roods, i. e. half an acre.
in the field, upon easy terms, in times of war; 13 “ The righteous man regardeth the life of than to conduct the fighting part," his beast.”
Prov. ch. xii, v. 10. 16 Judges, ch. xi, v. 31.
The Pow'r Supreme, (my author so declares) Displaying, like th' illusive fiend of old, Hleard with concern the erring hermit's pray'rs; Thrones deckt with gems, and realms of living Heard disapproving; but at length inclin'd Bad spirits oft intrude upon the good ; [gold 9. 'To give a living lesson to mankind ;
Adonis' grot near Christ's presepio stood ** That men thence-forward should submissive live; Th’artificer of fraud, (tho' here he failul,) And leave omniscience the free pow'r to give. Straight chang'd approaches and the ear assail'd; For wealth or poverty, on man bestow'd, This only chink accessible he finds; Alike are blessings from the hand of God! For fatt'ry's oil pervades ev'n virtuous minds. Blow often is the soul ensnar'd by health? Virtue, like towns well-fortify'd by art, flow poor in virtue is the man of wealth. Has(spite of fore-sight) one deficient part.
The hermit's pray'r permitted, not approv'd; With lenient artifice, and Muent tongue, Soon in an higher sphere Eulogius mov'd : ("or on his lips the dews of Hybla hung) Each sluice of aflluent fortune open'd soon, Libanius like 2, he play'd the sophist's part, And wealth flow'd in at morning, night, and And by soft marches stole upon the heart:
Maintain 'd that station, gave new birth to sense, One day, in turning some uncnltur'd ground, And call'd forth mauners, courage, eloquence: (In hopes a fiee-stone quarry might be found) Then touchi'd with spritely dashes here and there, llis mattck met resistance, and behold
(Correctly strong, yet seeming void of care,) A casket burst, with di’monds fill'd and gold. The master-topic, which may most men move, He cramm'd his pockets with the precious store, The charms of beauty and the joys of love! And ev'ry night review'd it o'er and o'er;
Eulogius faulter'd at the first alarms, Till a gay conscious pride, unknown as yet, And soon the 'waken'd passions buzz'd to arms; Touch'd a vain heart, and taught it to forget :
Nature the clam'rvus bell of discord rung, And, what still more his stagg'ring virtue try'd,
And vices from dark caverns swift up-sprung. Ilis mother, tutress of that virtue, dy'd. So, when Hell's monarch did bis summops make,
A neighb’ring matron, not unknown to fame, The slumb'ring demons started from the lake. (Historians give her Teraminta's name,)
Eulogius saw with pride, or seem' The parent of the needy and distress'd,
(Not yet in act, but in the pow'r to be,) With large demesnes and well-sav'd treasure Great merit lurking dorinant in his mind : blest;
[store He had been negligent--but Nature kind: (For like th’ Egyptian prince 17 she hoarded Till hy degrees the vain, deluded elf, To feed at periodic dearths the poor ;)
Grew out of humour with his former self. This matron, whiten’d with good works and age, He thought his cottage smail, and built in haste; Approach'd the sabbath of her pilgrimage; It had convenience but it wanted taste. Her spirit to himself th' Almighty drew ;--- His mien was awkward; graces he had none; Breath'd on th'alembic, and exhal'd the dew. Provincial were his notions and his tone; In souls prepar'd, the passage is a breath His manners emblems of his own rough stone. From time l'eternity, from life to death 18.
Then, slavish copyist of his copying friend, But first, to make the poor her future care, He ap'd bim without skill, and without end : She left the good Eulogius for her heir.
Larissa's gutturals convuls'd his throat; Who but Eulogius now exults for joy?
He smooth'd his voice to the Bizantine note. New thoughts, new hopes, new views his mind With courtly suppleness unfurld his face; employ.
Or screw'd it to the bonne mine of grimace; Pride push'd forth buds at ev'ry branching shoot, With dignity he sneez'd, and cough'd with grace. And virtue shrunk almost beneath the root. The pious mason once, had time no more High-rais'd on fuitune's bill, new Alps he To mark the wants and mis'ry of the poor ! spies,
Suspicious thoughts bis pensive mind employ, O'ershoots the valley which beneath him lies, A sullen gratitude, and clouded joy. Forgets the depths between, and travels with his In days of poverty his heart was light; eyes.
Hesung his hymns at morning, noon, and night. The tempter saw the danger in a trice, Want sharpens poesy, and grief adorns; (For the man slidder'd upon fortune's ice:) The spiok 22 chants sweetest in a hedge of And, having found a corpse half-dead, half-warm,
thorns ». Reviv'd it, and assam’d a courtier's form: Swift to Thebais urg'd his airy flight;
19 Matth. ch. v, v. 8. And measur'd half the globe in half a night.
99 See Sandys's Travels into the Holy Land, foWith flowing minners exquisitely feigu’d,
lio, p. 138. And accent soft, he soon admission gain'd: Survey'd each out-work well, and mark'd apart
Presepio is an Italian word, taken from the
Latin, and signifies a stable or manger. It is now Each winding avenue that reach'd the heart;
become a term of art, and denotes any picture,
drawing, or print, where Christ is represented as 17 Gen. ch. xli, v. 35, &c.
born in a stable or lying in the manger. 18 “ T'he time in which we now live is borrow- 21 A famous Greek rhetorician in the fourth ed from the space of our existence: what is past century, whose orations are still extant. is dead aud vanished; what remaineth is daily 22 Spink, the old poetical name for finches of made less and less; insomuch that the whole every sort. See Country Farın, by Surflet and time of our life is nothing but a passage to death." Markham, folio, printed in 1616.
St. August. de Civitat. Dei, X, 23 Sic Orig. YOL, XVI,
Tir'd of an house too little for his pride,
Leave the meer country to meer country-strainsi Tir'd of himself, and country friends beside, And dwell where life in all life's glory reigns. He sometimes thought to build a mansion, fit “At six hours' distance from Bizantium's walls, For state, and people it with men of wit ; (Where Bosphorus into the Euxine falls) Knowing (by farne) small poets, small musi- In a gay district, call'd th’ Elysian Vale 25, cians,
A furnish'd villa stands, propos'd for sale : Small painters, and still smaller politicians; Thither, for summer shade, the great resort ; Nor was the fee of ten-score minæ wanting, Each nymph a goddess, and each house a court: To purchase taste in building and in planting. Be master of the happier Lares there,
A critic too he was, and rul’d the stage; And taste life's grandeur in a rural air.''
He spoke. Eulogiuş readily agreed,
And sign’d with eager joy the purchase-deed.
Div'd in the Theban vales an home-spun swain, “Ah, what !” (he cry'd,) are Pindar's flights And rose a tawdry fop in Asia's plain. to me?
Dame Nature gave him comeliness and health, I love soft home-made sing-song, duty free.
And Fortune (for a pass-port) gave him wealth. Write me the style that lords and ladies speak; The beaux extoll?d him, the coquets approv'd; Or give me pastorals in Doric Greek:
For a rich coxcomb is by instinct lov'd. I read not for instruction, but for ease;
Swift Atalanta (as the story's told 7) The opium of the pen is sure to please;
Fet her feet bird-lin'd to the earth with gold : Where limpid streams are clear, and sun-shine The youth 28 had wealth, with no unpleasing bright;
face; Where woos and coos, and loves and doves That, and the golden apples, won the race: Where simply married epithets are seen, Had he been swifter than the swiftest wind, With gentle Hyphen keeping peace between.
And a poor wit,- he still had sigh'd behind.Whipt cream; unfortify'd with wine or sense! Here Satin vanish'd :-he bad fresh comProth'd by the slatten-muse, Inditlerence;
mandsAnd deck'd (as after-ages more shall see)
And knew, bis pupil was in able hands. With poor hedge-flow'rs, y-clept Simplicity!
And now the treasure found, and matron's Pert, and yet dull; tawdry and mean withall;
store, Fools for the future will it Nature call.”
Sought other objects than the tatter'd poor, He learnt his whims, and high-flown notions Part to humiliated Apicius went, too,
A part to gaming confessors was lent, Such as fine men adopt, and fine men rue;
And part, () virtuous Thais, paid thy rent! (Meer singularity the point in view.).
Poor folks have leisure hours to fast and pray, Julian with him was statesman, bard, and wit;
Our rich man's bus'ness lay another way : Julian, who ten times miss'd, and one time hit; No farther intercourse with Heav'n bad he, Who reason'd blindly, and more blindly writ.
But left good works to men of low degree : Julian, who lov'd each sober mind to shock;— Warm as himself pronounc'd each ragged man, Who laugh'd at God, and offer'd to a cock.
And bade distress to prosper as it can : He learn'd no small regard for Arius too:
Till, grown obdurate by meer dint of time, And hinted what-nor he, nor Arius knew.
He deem'd all poor men rogues, and want a But most (as did his pregnant parts become)
crime 29. He lov'd th' old pageantry of l'agan Rome. By chance he ancient amities forgot, Pompous idolatry with him was fashion;
Or else expung'd them with one wilful blot : Nay, he once dream'd of transubstantiation.
Nor knew he God nor man, nor faith nor friends, Now, Muse, return, and tread thy course again; But for by-purposes and worldly ends. I only tell the story of a swain.
No single circumstance his mind dismay'd, Pirasmus (for that name the demon bore
But his low extract, and once humble trade ; Who nurs'd our spark in fashionable lore)
These thoughts he strove to bury in expense, Lik'd well this way-ward vanity of mind,
Rich meat, rich wines, and rain magnificence: But thought a country-stage a niche confin'd;
Weak as the Roman chief, who strove to hide Too cold for lux'ry, nor to folly kind :
His father's cot, (and once his father's pride,) Bizantium's hot-bed better serv'd his use, The soil less stubborn, and more rank the juice.
26 Sic Orig. “ My lord,” he cries, (with looks and tone compos'd,
27 Ovid. Met. l. x, v. (66. Whilst he the mischief of his soul disclos'd)
28 Hippomenes. “ Forgive me, if that title I ailord
29 “ Why dost thou doat on the image of a To one, whom nature meant to be a lord;
king stamped on coin, and despisest the image How ill mean neighbourhood your genius suits ? of God that shines in human nature ? To live like Adam 'midst an herd of brutes !
Minutius Felix addresses himself very pathe. 24 Critics in the reign of Charles II. called tically to great and opulent men devoid of chathemselves judgınents. Hence Dryden says, rity and alms-giving : A brother-judgment spare,
“ A man,” says he,
o asks bread of you. Heis, like you, a very wolf, or bear.
Whilst your horses champ upon bridles whose
bits are gilt with gold, the people die with hun25 Staff, i. e. Stanza. See Shakespeare, Cow
ger :-whereas one of your diamonds might sato ley, and Dryden's Rival Ladies, Act 1, sc. 2.
the lives of an hundred families."