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1 Tis strange to think how female wit A thousand beauties rush to sight,
So oft should make a lucky hit;
To deeper judgement, sonnder sense,
Will err, and measures false pursue Suspended o'er the darling shade, .
'Tis very strange, I own, but true, ma Here only fixes to admire,
Mamma observ'd the rising lass . . And centres ev'ry fond desire. .
By stealth retiring to the glass, | To practise little airs unseen,
In the true genius of thirteen ; $296. The Young Lady and Looking-Glass. 10. The Young Lady and Looking-Glass. On this a deep design she laid
Wilkie. To tame the humor of the Maid;. Ve deep philosophers, who can
Contriving, like a prudent mother, Explain that various creature, Man,
To make one folly cure another. Say, is there any point so nice
Upon the wall, against the seat As that of off'ring an advice?
Which Jessy usd for her retrcat, To bid your friend his errors mend,
Whene'er by accident offended, Is almost certain to offend :
A looking-glass was straight suspended, Tho' you in softest terms advise,
That it might show her how deform'd Confess him good, admit him wise,
She look'd, and frightful, when she storm'd; In vain you sweeten the discourse,
| And warn her, as she priz'd her beauty, He thinks you call hin fool, or worse.
To bend her humor to her duty. You paint his character, and try
All this the looking-glass achiey'd ; If he will own it, and apply;
Its threats were minded and believ'd. Without a name reprove and warn;
The Maid, who spurn'd at all advice, . Here none are hurt, and all may learn;
Grew tame and gentle in a trice : This 100 must fail; the picture shown,
So, when all other means had failid, No man will take it for his own.
The silent monitor prevail'd. In moral lectures treat the case,
Thus, Fable to the human kind Say this is honest, that is base; .
Presents an image of the mind; In conversation none will bear it;
It is a mirror, where we spy And for the pupil, few come near'it.
At large our own deforinity; And is there then no other way .
And learn of course those faults to mend,
Which but to mention would offend.
$ 297. The Boy and the Rainbow. Wilkie Yes, there is one, an antient art,
DECLARE, ye sages, if ye find By sages found to reach the heart,
Mongst aniinals of ev'ry kind, Ere science, with distinctions nice,
Of each condition, sort, and size, Had fix'd what virtue is, and vice.
From whales and elephants to flies, Inventing all the various names
A creature that mistakes his plan, On which the inoralist declaiing:
And errs, so constantly as Man. They would by simple tales advise,
Each kind pursues his proper good, Which took the hearer by surprise ;
And seeks for pleasure, rest, and food, Alarin'd his conscience, unprepar'd,
As nature points, and never errs Ere pride had put it on its guard;
In what it chooses and prefers ;
Man only blunders, though possest
| Descend to instances, and try; And gain its end when others fail,
An ox will scarce attempt to fly, If any shall pretend to doubt,
Or leave his pasture in the wood, The tale which follows makes it out.
With fishes to explore the flood. There was a little stubborn dame,
Man only acts, of ev'ry creature, Whom no authority could tame;
In opposition to his nature. Restive, by long indulgence, growi),
The happiness of human kind No will she minded but her own:
Consists in rectitude of mind; At trities oft she'd scold and fret,
A will subdu'd to reason's sway, Then in a corner take a scat,
And passions practis'd to obey ; . And, sourly moping all the day, .
An open and a gen'rous heari, Disdain alike to work or play.
Refin'd from selfishness and art; Papa all softer arts had tried,
Patience, which mocks at fortune's pow's, And sharper remedies applied ;
And wisdom never sad nor sour: .. But both were rain; for ev'ry course , In these consists our proper bliss; He took, still made her worse and worse. :? Else Plato reasons much amiss :
Du foolish inortals still pursue
At which our trailler, as he sat, False happiness in place of true;
By intervals began to chat.Ambition serves us for a guide,
'Tis odd, quosh he, to think what strains Or lust, or ararice, or pride; While Reason no assent can gain,
What inakes you choose this wild abole! And Revelation warns in vain.
You 'll say, "lis 10 converse witu God. llence through our lives, in ev'ry stage,
Alas, I fear, 'tis all a whini; From infancy itself to age,
You never saw or spoke with him. A happiness we toil to find,
They talk of Providence's pow'r, Which still avoids' us like the wind;
And say, it rules us ( 'ry hour: Ev'u when we think the prize our own,
|To me all nature seems coufision, Al once 'tis vanish'd, lost and gone.
And such weak fancies mere delusion. You'll ask me why I thus rehearse
Say, if it ruld and govern'il right; All Epictetus in my verse?
Could there be such a thing as night; And if I fondly hope to please, ,
Which, when the sun has left the skies, With dry reflections, such as these,
Puts all things in a deep disguise? So irite, so hackney'd, and so stale ?
If then a travller chance to stray, I'll take the hint, and tell a tale.
The least step from the public way, One evening, as a simple swain
Ile's soon in endless mazes losi, His flock attended on the plain,
As I have found it to my cost. The shining bow he chanc'd to spy,
Besides, the gloom which nature wears Which warns us when a show'r is nigh. Assists imaginary fears, With brightest rars it seem'd to glow :
Of ghosts and goblins from the waves Its distance eighty yards or so.
Of sulph'rous lakes and yawning graves; This bumpkin had, it seems, been told All sprung from supersitious seed, The story of the cup of gold,
Like other maxims of the creed. Which faine reports is to be found
For my past, I reject the tales Just where the Rainbow ineets the ground; Which faith sugvests which reason fails; ile therefore felt a sudden itch
And reason nothing understands, To scise the goblet, and be rich;
Unwarranted ly cres and hands. Hoping, yet hopes are oft but vain,
These subtle essences, like wind, No more to toil thro' wind and rain,
Which some have dreamt of, and call mind, But sit indulging by the fire,
It ne'er admits ; nor joins the lie, Midst ease and plenty, like a 'squire.
Which says men rot, but never die. He mark'd the very spot of land
It holds að future things in doubt, On which the Rainbow seem'd to stand, And therefore wisely leaves them out; And, stepping forwards at his leisure,
Suggesting what is worth our care, Expected to have found the treasure.
To take things present as they are, But as he mov'd, the color'd ray
Our wisest course : the rest is folls, Still chang'd its place, and slipp'd away, The fruit of spleen and melanchols. -As seeming his approach to shun.
Sir, quoth the Hermit, I agree From walking he began to run;
That Reason still our guide should be, But all in vain, it still withdrew
And will adınit her as the test As nimbly as he could pursue. .
Of what is true, and what is best; At last, through many à bog and lake, . But Reason sure would blush for sharic Rough craggy road, and thorny brake,
At what you mention in her name ;
Her dictates are sublime and holy;,
Reason with measur'd steps and slow,-With nought but labor for his pains.
To things above to things below
Ascends, and guides, us thro' hier sphere $ 298. The Rake and the liermit. Wilkie. With caution, vigilance, and care. A YOUTH, a pupil of the town,
Faith in the utmost frontier stands, Philosopher and atheist grown,
And Reason puts us in her hands; Benighted once upon the road,
But not till her commiesion giv'n Found out a hermit's lone abude,
Is found authentic, and from Hcar'n. Whose hospitality in need
'Tis strange that man, a reas'ning creature, Reliev'd the trav'ller and his steed;
Should miss a God, in viewing nature; For both sufficiently were tir'd,
Whose high perfections are display'd Well drench'd in ditches, and bemir'd.
In ev'ry thing his hands have made : Ilunger the first attention claims; . Ey'n when we think their traces lost, * Upon the coals a rasher flameg.
When found again, we see them most! Dry crusts, and liquor something stale,
The night itself, which vou would blame Were added to make up a meal;
As something wrong in nature's frame,
Is but a curtain to invest
Would often boast his matchless skill
To curb the steed, and guide the wheel;
With graceful ease, and smack'd the thong, Besides, the fears which darkness breeds The idiot wonder they expressid (At least augments) in vulgar heads,
Was praise and transport to his breast, Are far from useless, when the mind
At length, quite vain, he needs would show Is narrow, and to earth confin'd;
His master what his art could do; They make the worldling think with pain And bade his slaves the chariot lead On frauds, and oaths, and ill-got gain;
To Acadeinus' sacred shade. Force from the ruffian's hand the knifa
The trembling grove confess'd its fright, Just rais'd against his neighbour's life;
The wood-nymphs started at the sight; And in defence of virtue's cause,
The Muses drop the learned lyre,
And to their inmost shades retire.
Bows to the sage, and mounts the car;
The lash resounds, the coursers spring, Excites to take a nobler Alight;
|The chariot marks the rolling ring; With saints and angels to explore
And gathering crowds, with eager eyes, The wonders of creating pow'r ;
And shouts, pursue him as he Hies. And lifts on contemplation's wings
'Triumphant to the goal return'd, Above the sphere of mortal things.
With nobler thirst his bosom buru'd ; Walk forth, and tread those dewy plains And now along th’indented plain Where night in awful silence reigns;
The solf-sable track he marks again ;
Pursues with care the nice design,
Amazement seis'd the circling crowd;
The youths with ennulation glow'd; While foxes howl, and beetles hum,
Ev'n bearded sages hail'd the boy, Sounds which make silence still more dumb: And all but Plato gaz'd with joy. And try if folly, rash and rude,
For he, deep-judging sage, beheld Dare on the sacred hour intrude.
With pain the triumphs of the field:
Expect no praise from me (and sigh'd')
Such skill and judgement thrown away,
The time profusely squander'd there Their various benefits exchanging,
On vulgar arts, beneath thy care, And shaking from their famuing hair
Jf well employ'd, at less expence, The things most needed ev'ry where.
Had taughi thee honor, virtue, sense, Explore this glorious scene, and say
And rais'd thee from a coachinan's fate
To govern men, and guide the state.
I $ 300. The Bce, the Aut, and the Sparross. Whoe'er maintains it, I'll pronounce
Dr. Cotton Him either mad, or etse a dunce ; For reason, tho' 'uis far from strong,
Addressed to Phæbe and Kitty C. at Boarding,
My dears, 'tis said, in days of old
That beasts could talk, and birds could scold: The Hermit ended, and the youth
But now, it seems, the human race Became a convert to the truth;
Alone engross the speaker's place. At least he yielded, and confessid
Yet lately, if report be true, That all was order'd for the best.
|(And much the tale relates to you)
There inet a Sparrow, Ant, and Beo,
Which reason'd and convere'd as we. $ 299. The Youth and the Philosopher.
Who reads ay page will doubtless grant W. Whitehead.
| That Phe's the wise industrious Ant; A GRECIAN youth, of talents rare,
And all with half an eye may see Whom Plato's philosophic care
That Kitty is the busy Bee. Had form'd for virtue's nobler view,
Here then are two-but where's the third ? By precept and example too,
Go search the school, you 'll find the bird.,
Your school! I ask your pardon, Fair; . That virtue was their fáy'rite theme,,
And toil and probity their scheine:
She thought them arrant prudes at best. Studious to husband ev'ry hour,
| When to display her naughty mind, And make the most of ev'ry flow'r.
Hunger with cruelty combin'd, Nimble from stalk to stalk she flies,
She view'd the Ant with savage eyes, And loads with yellow wax her thighs; And hopp'd and hopp'd to snatch the prize. With which the artist builds her comb, The Bee, who watch'd her op'ning bil, And keeps all tight and warın at home : And guess'd her fell design to kill, Or from the cowslip's golden bells
Ask'd her from what her anger rose, Sucks honey, to enrich her cells :
And why she treated Ants as foes? Or ev'ry tempting rose pursues,
The Sparrow her reply began, .. Or sips the líly's fragrant dews;
And thus the conversation ran : Yet never robs the shining blooin
Whenever I'm dispos'd to dine, . Or of its beauty or perfume.
I think the whole creation mine; Thus she discharg'd in ev'ry way
That I'm a bird of high degree, The various duties of the day.
And ev'ry insect made for me.
Hence oit I search the emmet-brood
And oft, in wantonness and play,
I slay ten thonsand in a day. By pensive parents often taught
For truth it is, without disguise, What ills arise from want of thought; " That I love mischief as my eyes. That poverty on sloth depends;
Oh! hic! the houest Bee replied, . On poverty the loss of friends;
I fear you make base men your guide;
Of ev'ry creature sure the worst,
Who burns the Bees to rob their hives !
I hate his vile administration, The Ant fulfil her parent's law.
And so do all the emmet nation. Ah! sister laborer, says she,
What fatal foes to birds are men, How very fortunate are we!
Quite to the Eagle from the Wren! Who, taught in infancy to know
Oh! do not men's example take, The comforts which from labor flow,
Who mischief do for inischief's sake; Are independent of the great,
But spare the Ant-her worth demands, Nor know the wants of pride and state. Esteem and friendship at your hands. Why is our food so very sweet?
A mind with ev'ry virtue blest, Because we earn before we eat.
Must raise compassion in your breast. Why are our wants so very few ?
Virtue! rejoin'd the sneering bird, Because we nature's calls pursue.
Where did you learn that Gothic word Whence our complacency of mind
Since I was latch'd, I never heard Because we act our parts assign'd.
That virtue was at all reverd. Have we incessant tasks to do?
But say it was the antients' claim, Is not all nature busy too?
Yet moderns disavow the naine ; Doth not the sun, with constant pace,
Unless, iny dear, you read romances, Persist to run his annual race?
I cannot reconcile your fancies. Do not the stars, which shine so bright, Virtue in fairy tales is seen Renew their courses ev'ry night?
To play the goddess or the queen ;
But what's a queen without the pow'r,
Yet this is all that virtue brugs,
At best 'tis only worth in rags. If you all nature's system scan,
Such whims may very heart derides : The only idle thing is man.
Indeed you make me burst my sides A wanton Sparrow long'd to hear
Trust me, Miss Bee - to speak the truth, Theis sage discourse, and straight drew noar. I've copied men from earliest youth; .. The bird was talkative and loud,
The same our taste, the same our school, And very pert and very proud ;
| Passion and appetite our rule; As worthless and as vain a thing,
And call me.bird, or call me sinner, Perhaps, as ever wore a wing.
I'll ne'er forego my sport or dinner. She found, as on a spray she sat,
A prowling cat the miscreant spies, The little friends were deep in chat; ... And wide expands her amber eyes :
Near and more near Grimalkind draws; L'Aj late with open mouth it lay,
And warm'd it in the sunny ray;
. And saw it cat the air for food !' Thus in her cruelty and pride,
" I've seen it, Sir, as well as yoni, The wicked wanton sparrow: died.
“ And must again affirm it blue..
• At leisure Iihe beast survey'd, $ 301. The Bears and Bees. Merrick. “ Extended in the cooling shade." ! As two yonng bears in wanton mood,
• 'Tis green, 'uis green, Sir, I assure ye.' Forth issuing from a neighb’ring wood, “ Green?" cries the other in a fury. Came where th' industrious Becs had stor'd
" Why, Sir, d've think I've lost my eyes ?" In artful cells their luscious board;
"Twere no grcát loss,' the friend replies, O'erjov'd they scii'd with eager laste
• For, if they always serve you thus, Luxurious on the rich repast.
• You'll find them but of little use.' Aların'd at this the little crew
So high at last the contest rose, About their ears vindictive Alcw.
From words they almost came to blows: The beasts, unable to sustain
When luckily came by a thirdTh'unequal combat, quit the plain;
To him the question they referr'd ; Half blind with rage, and mad with pain,
And begg'd he'd tell them, if he knew, Their native shelter ther regain;
Whether the thing was creen or blue. There sit, and now, discreeter grown,
“ Sirs," cries the uunpiri',“ cease your pother, Too late their rashness they bemoan ;
" The creature's neither onc nor t other : And this by dear experience gain,
" I caught the animal last night, , That pleasure's ever bought with pain.
" And view'd it o'er by candle light: So when the gilled baits of vice
" I mark'd it well - 'twas black as jet Are plac'd before our longing eyes,
“ You stare - but, Sirs, I've got it yet, With greedy haste we snatch our fill,
" And can produce it." - Pray, Sir, do: And swallow down the latent ill;
I'll lay my life, tue thing is blue.' But when experience opes our eyes,
“ And I'll be sworn that when you've seen Awav the fancied pleasure flics :
The reptile, vou 'l i'ronounce him green," It Aies, but oh! too late we find
Woll then, at onci, to case the doubt,' It leaves a real sting behind.
Replies the man, I'll turn him out:
. And when before your cves I've set him, $ 302. The Camelion. Merrick.
« If you don't find him black, I'll eat him.' . - Oft has it been any lot to mark
He said ; then full before their sight I proud conceited talking spark,
Produc'd the beast, and lo- 'twas white. With eyes, that hardly servd at most
Both star'd; the man look'd wond'rous wisc To guard their master 'gainst a post;
“ My children," the Camelion cries Yet round the world the blade has been, (Then first the crea ure found a tongue), To see whatever could be seen :
“ You all are riglıt, and all are wrong : Returning from his finish'd tour,
" When next you talk of what you view, Grown ten times perler than before;
« Think others sce as well as you : Whatever word vou chance to drop,
" Nor wonder, if vou find that none The trarell'd fool your mouth will stop: “ Prefers your eye-sight to his own." “ Sir, if my judgement vou 'll allow " I've seen Und sure I ought to know" $ 303. The Monkeys. A Tale. Merrick, So bege you'd pay a due subinission, And acquiesce in his decision.
Whoe'er, with curious eye, has tang'd
Thro' Ovid's tales, has scen
How Jove, inorns'd, to Monkeys chang'd
A tribe of worthless men.
Repentant soon, th' offending race
To give them back the human face, “ A stranger animal,” cries one,
And reason's aid re: tore. " Sure never liv'd beneath the sun;
Jove, sooth'd at length, his ear inclin'd. " A lizard's body, lean and long,
And granted half their pray'r; " A fish's head, a serpent's tongue;
But t'other half he bade the wind " Its foot with triple claw disjoin'd;
Disperse in empty air. " And what a length of tail behind ! " How slow its pace! and then its hue
Scarce had the thund'rer giv'n the nod " Who ever saw so fine a blue?"
That shook the vaulted skies, · Tlold there,' the other quick replics,
With haughtier air the creatures strode, Tis green, I saw it with these eyes,
And stretch'd their dwindled size.