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Unless it forces, call it as you will, Fame he desired, and talents he possess'd, It is but wish, and proneness to the ill. But loved not labour, though he could not Art thou not tempted? Do I fall? said Shore.
rest, The pure have fallen.—Then are pure no Nor firmly fix the vacillating mind,
That, ever working, could no centre find. While reason guides me, I shall walk aright, 'Tis thus a sanguinc render loves to trace Nor need a steadier hand, or stronger light; The Nile forth rushing on his glorious race; Nor this in dread of awful threats, design'a Calm and secure the fancied traveller goes For the weak spirit and the grov'ling mind; Through sterile deserts and by threat'ning But that, engaged by thoughts and views
foes ; sublime,
He thinks not then of Afric's scorching I wage free war with grossness and with
Th’ Arabian sea, the Abyssinian bands; Thus look'd he proudly on the vulgar crew, Fasils and Michaels, and the robbers all, Whom statutes govern, and whom fears Whom we politely chiefs and heroes call :
He of success alone delights to think,
brink, Faith, with his virtue, he indeed profess'd, And drinks a fancied draught, exulting so But doubts deprived his ardent mind of
to drink. rest;
In his own room, and with his books around, Reason, his sovereign mistress, fail'd to show His lively mind its chief employment found; Light through the mazes of the world below; Then idly busy, quietly employ’d, Questions arose, and they surpass'd the skill And, lost to life, his visions were enjoy'd: Of his sole aid, and would be dubious still; Yet still he took a keen inquiring view These to discuss he sought no common guide, Of all that crowds neglect, desire, pursue; But to the doubters in his doubts applied; And thus abstracted, curious, still, serene, When all together might in freedom speak, He, unemploy'd, beheld life's shifting scene; And their loved truth with mutual ardour Still more averse from vulgar joys and cares,
Still more unfitted for the world's affairs. Alas! though men who feel thcir eyes decay Take more than common pains to find their
There was a house where Edward oftYet, when for this they ask each other's aid,
times went, Their mutual purpose is the more delay'd: And social hours in pleasant trifling spent; Of all their doubts, their reasoning clear'a He read, conversed and reason'd, sang and not one,
play'd, Still the same spots were present in the sun; And all were happy while the idler stay'd; Still the same scruples haunted Edward's Too happy one, for thence arose the pain,
Till this engaging trifler came again. Who found no rest, nor took the means to But did he love? We answer, day by day,
The loving feet would take th' accustom'd But though with shaken faith, and slave to
The amorous eye would rove as if in quest Vain and aspiring on the world he came; Of something rare, and on the mansion rest; Yet was he studious, serious, moral, grave, The same soft passion touch'd the gentle No passion's victim, and no kystem's slave;
tongne, Vice he opposed, indulgence he disdain’d, And Anna's charms in tender notes were And o’er each sense in conscious triumph
sung; reign'd. The ear too seem'd to feel the cominon
Soothed and delighted with the fair one's Who often reads, will sometimes wish to
And thus as love each other part possessid, And Shore would yield instruction and The heart, no doubt, its sovereign power delight:
confess'd. A serious drama he design'd, but found Pleased in her sight, the youth required sa 'Twas tedious travelling in that gloomy
Not rich himself, he saw the damsel poor; A deep and solemn story he would try, And he too wisely, nay, too kindly loved. But grew ashamed of ghosts, and laid it by; To pain the being whom his soul approved. Sermons he wrote, but they who knew his
creed, Or knew it not, were ill disposed to read; A serious friend our cautious youth posAnd he would lastly be the nation's guide,
sessid, But, studying, fail'd to fix upon a side; And at his table sat a welcome guest;
Both unemploy'd, it was their chief delight | If mild the evening, in the fields they stray'd,
Resumed his book, and bade them walk alone.
song, His fortune easy, and his air serene; What insects flutter, as you walk along; Deist and atheist call’d; for few agreed Teach her to fix the roving thoughts, to bind What were his notions, principles, or creed ; Thc wandering sense, and methodize the His mind reposed not, for he hated rest,
mind. But all things made a query or a jest; This was obey'd; and oft when this was done, Perplex’d himself, he ever sought to prove They calmly gazed on the declining sun; That man is doom'd in endless doubt to rove; In silence saw the glowing landscape fade, Himself in darkness hc profess'd to be, Or, sitting, sang beneath the arbour's shade: And would maintain that not a man could see. Till rose the moon and on each youthful face The youthful friend, dissentient, reason’d Shed a soft beauty and a dangerous grace.
When the young wife beheld in long debate Of the soul's prowess, and the subject will; The friends, all careless as she seeming ente; of virtue's beauty, and of honour's force, It soon appear'd, there was in one combined And a warm zeal gave life to his discourse: The nobler person and the richer minid: Since from his feelings all his fire arose, He wore no wig, no grisly beard was seen, And he had interest in the themes he chose. And none beheld him careless or unclean; The friend, indulging a sarcastic smile, Or watch'd him sleeping :-we indeed have Said-Dear enthusiast! thou wilt change
heard thy style,
Of sleeping beauty, and it has appear'd; When man's delusions, errors, crimes, deceit, 'Tis seen in infants—there indeed we find No more distress thee, and no longer cheat. The features soften'd by the slumbering mind, Yet lo! this cautious man, so coolly wise, But other beauties, when disposed to sleep, On a young beauty fix'd unguarded eyes; Should from the eye of keen inspector keep: And her he married: Edward at the view The lovely nymph who would her swain Bade to his cheerful visits long adien;
surprise, Bat haply err'd, for this engaging bride May close her month, but not conceal her No mirth suppress'd, but rather cause
eyes ; supplied :
Sleep from the fairest face some beauty And when she saw the friends, by reasoning
And all the homely features homelier makes; Confused if right, and positive if wrong, So thought our wife, beholding with a sigh With playful speech and smile, that spoke Her sleeping spouse, and Edward smiling by.
A sick relation for the husband sent, She made them careless both of wrong and Without delay the friendly sceptic went ;
Nor fear’d the youthful pair, for he had seen This gentle damsel gave consent to wed, Th. wife antroubled and the friend serene: With school and school-day-dinners in her No selfish purpose in his roving eyes,
No vile deception in her fond replies: She now was promised choice of daintiest So judged the husband, and with judgment food,
true, And costly dress, that made her sovereign For neither yet the guilt or danger knew.
What now reinain':? but they again should With walks on hilly heath to banish spleen,
play And sunmer-visits when the roads were Th’accustom’d game, and walk th' accusclean.
tom'd way; All these she loved, to these she gave consent, With careless freedom should converse or And she was married to her heart's content.
read, Their manner this—the friends together read, And the friend's absence neither fear nor Till books a cause for disputation bred ;
heed: Debate then follow'd, and the vapour’d child But rather now they scem'd confused, conDeclared they argued till her head was wild;
strain'd; And strange to her it was that mortal brain Within their room still restless they remain'd, Could seek the trial, or endure the pain. And painfully they felt, and knew each other Then as the friend reposed, the younger pair
paind.Sat down to cards, and play'd beside his Ah! foolish men! how could ye thus depend,
One on himself, the other on his friend? Till he awaking, to his books applied, The youth with troubled eye the lady saw, Or heard the music of th' obedient bride: Yet felt too brave, too daring, to withdraw; While she, with tuneless hand the jarring For faith he had not. or a faith too weak
To gain the help that humbled sinners seek; Touching, was not one moment at her ease: Else had he pray'd—to an offended God Now would she walk, and call her friendly His tears had flown a penitential food;
Though far astray, he would have heard Now speak of rain, and cast her cloke aside;
the call Seize on a book, unconscious what she read, of mercy-Come! return, thou prodigal; And restless still to new resources fled; Then, though confused, distress'd, ashamed, Then laugh'd aloud, then tried to look serene,
afraid, And ever changed, and every change was seen. Still had the trembling penitent obey'd; Painful it is to dwell on deeds of shame- Though faith had fainted, when asmail'd by The trying day was past, another came;
fear, The third was all remorse, confusion, dread, Hope to the soul had whisper'd, •Persevere!' And (all too late!) the fallen hero fled. Till in his Father's house an humbled guest, Then felt the youth, in that seducing time, He would have found forgiveness, comfort, How feebly honour guards the heart from
But all this joy was to our youth denied Small is his native strength; man needs the By his fierce passions and his daring pride;
And shame and doubt impellid him in a The strength imparted in the trying day;
course, For all that honour brings against the force Once so abhorr’d, with unresisted force. Of headlong passion, aids its rapid course; Prond minds and guilty, whom their crimes Its slight resistance but provokes the fire,
oppress, As wood-work stops the flame, and then Fly to new crimes for comfort and redress;
conveys it higher. So found our fallen youth a short relief The husband came; a wife by guilt made In wine, the opiate guilt applies to grief,
From fleeting mirth that o'er the bottle lives, Had, meeting, soothed him, as in days of old; From the false joy its inspiration gives; But soon this fact transpired; her strong And from associates pleased to find a friend,
With powers to lead them, gladden, and And his friend's absence, left him nought to
In all those scenes where transient ease is Still cool, though grieved, thus prudence
found, bade him write-- For minds whom sins oppress and sorrows I cannot pardon, and I will not fight;
wound. Thou art too poor a culprit for the laws, Wine is like anger; for it makes us strong, And I too faulty to support my cause: Blind and impatient, and it leads us wrong; All must be punish'd ; I must sigh alone. The strength is quickly lost, we feel the At home thy victim for her guilt atone;
error long: And thou, unhappy! virtuous now no more, Thus led, thus strengthend in an evil cause, Must loss of fame, peace, purity deplore; For folly pleading, sought the youth Sinners with praise will pierce thee to the
Sad for a time, then eloquently wild, And saints deriding tell thee what thou art. He gaily spoke as his companions smiled;
Lightly he rose, and with his former grare
Proposed some doubt, and argued on the Such was his fall; and Edward, from that
Fate and fore-knowledge were his favourite Felt in full force the censure and the crime
themes-Despised, ashamed; his noble views before, Hov vain man's purpose, how absurd his And his proud thoughts, degraded him the
Whatever is, was ere our birth decreed ; Should he repent--would that conceal his We think our actions from ourselves proceed,
And idly we lament th' inevitable deed ; Could peace be his? It perish'd with his It seems our own, but there's a power abore
Directs the motion, nay, that makes us move; Himself he scorn'd, nor could his crime Nor good nor evil can you beings name,
Who are but rooks and castles in the game; He fear'd to die, yet felt ashamed to live: Superior natures with their puppets play, Grieved, but not contrite was his heart; Till, bagg’d or buried, all are swept away.
Such were the notions of a mind to ill Not broken; not converted, but distress'd; Now prone, but ardent, and determined still: He wanted will to bend the stubborn knee, of joy now eager, as before of fame, He wanted light the cause of ill to sce, And screen'd by folly when assail'd by shame, To learn how frail is man, how humble Deeply he sank; obey'd each passion's call,
then should be; And used his reason to defend them all.
Shall I proceed, and step by step relate Unnoticed pass'd all time, and not a ray
disdain, (Sure to arrive), when misery waits on crime. And now laugh'd loudly at the clinking chain.
Then as its wrath subsided, by degrees
The mind sank slowly to infantine ease;
Speech without aim, and without end,
He drew fantastic figures on the wall,
And now his freedom he attain'd- if free
The playful children of the place he meets, Now seized for debt, and lodged within a Playful with them he rambles through the jail,
streets; He tried his friendships, and he found them in all they need his stronger arm he lends,
And his lost mind to these approving friends. Then fail'd his spirits, and his thoughts Fix'd on his sins, his sufferings, and his fall: That gentle maid, whom once the youth His ruffled mind was pictured in his face,
had loved, Ouce the fair seat of dignity and grace: Is now with mild religious pity moved ; Great was the danger of a man so prone Kindly she chides his boyish flights, while he To think of madness, and to think alone; Will for a moment fix'd and pensive be; Yet pride still lived, and struggled to sustain And as she trembling speaks, his lively eyes The drooping spirit and the roving brain; Explore her looks, he listens to her sighs; But this too faild: a friend his freedom gave, Charm'd by her voice, th’ harmonious sounds And sent him help the threat'ning world to
His clouded mind, and for a time persuade: Gave solid counsel what to seek or flee, Like a pleased infant, who has newly caught But still would stranger to his person be: From the maternal glance a gleam of In vain! the truth determined to explore,
thought; He traced the friend whom he had wrong? He stands enrapt,the half-known voice to hear,
And starts, half-conscious, at the falling tear. This was too much; both aided and advised Rarely from town, nor then unwatch'd, he By one who shunnid him, pitied, and
In darker mood, as if to hide his woes; He bore it not; 'twas a deciding stroke, Returning soon, he with impatience seeks And on his reason like a torrent broke: His youthful friends, and shouts, and sings, In dreadful stillness he appear'd awhile,
and speaks ; With vacant horror and a ghastly smile; Speaks a wild speech with action all as Then rose at once into the frantic rage,
wildThat force controllid not, nor could love The children's leader, and himself a child ;
He spins their top, or, at their bidding, bends Friends now appear’d, but in the man was seen His back, while o'er it leap his laughing The angry maniac, with vindictive mien;
friends; Too late iheir pity gave to care and skill Simple and weak, he acts the boy once more, The hurried mind and ever-wandering will; And heedless children call him silly Shore.
REFLECTIONS ON SOCIAL MEETINGS.
A PEW! but few there are, who in the mind who laugh with us—but will such joy Perpetual source of consolation find;
remain, The weaker many to the world will come, When we lie struggling on the bed of pain? For comforts seldom to be found from home. When our physician tells us with a sigh, When the faint hands no more a brimmer No more on hope and science to rely,
Life's staff is useless then; with labouring When flannel-wreaths the useless limbs
We pray for hope divine--the staff of deathThe breath impeded, and the bosom cold; This is a scene which few companions grace, When half the pillow'd man the palsy And where the heart's first favourites yield chains,
their place. And the blood falters in the bloated veins, -- Here all the aid of man to man must end; Then, as our friends no further aid supply Here mounts the soul to her eternal Friend; Than hope's cold phrase and courtesy's soft The tenderest love must here its tie resign,
And give th' aspiring heart to love divine. We should that comfort for ourselves ensure, Men feel their weakness, and to numbers run, Which friends could not, if we could friends, Themselves to strengthen, or themselves to procure.
shun; Early in life, when we can laugh aloud, But though to this our weakness may be There's something pleasant in a social
Let's learn to live, for we must die, alone.
P R I S O N S.
'Tis well that inan to all the varying states to the vile nuisance of a noisome room Of good and ill his mind accommodates ; Where only insolence and misery come? He not alone progressive grief sustains, (Save that the curious will by chance appear, But soon submits to unexperienced pains: Or some in pity drop a fruitless tear ;) Change after change,all climes his body bears; To a damp prison, where the very sight His mind repeated shocks of changing cares: Of the warm sun is favour and not right; Faith and fair virtue arm the nobler breast; Where all we hear or see the feelings shock. Hope and mere want of feeling aid the rest. The oath and groan, the fetter and the lock? Or who could bear to lose the balmy air Who could bear this and live ?-Oh many Of summer's breath, from all things fresh
All this is borne, and miseries more severe; With all that man admires or loves below; And some there are, familiar with the scene All earth and water, wood and vale bestow, Who live in mirth, though few become serene. Where rosy pleasures smile whence real Far as I might the inward man perceive,
blessings flow; There was a constant effort--not to grieur: With sight and sound of every kind that Not to despair, for better days would come.
And the freed debtor smile again at homr: And crowning all with joy that freedom gives? Subdued bis habits, he may peace regain. Who could from these, in some unhappy day, and bless the woes that were not went in Bear to be drawn by ruthless arms away