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Our early notices of truth, disgrac'd,

Elisha's eye, that, when Gehazi stray'd, Soon lose their credit, and are all effac'd.

Went with him, and saw all the game he play'd ? Would you your son should be a sot or dunce, Yes ye are conscious; and on all the shelves Lascivious, headstrong, or all these at once ; Your pupils strike upon, have struck yourselves That in good time the stripling's finish'd taste Or if, by nature sober, ye had then, For loose expense, and fashionable waste,

Boys as ye were, the gravity of men ; Should prove your ruin, and his own at last; Ye knew at least, by constant proofs address'd Train him in public with a mob of boys,

To ears and eyes, the vices of the rest. Childish in mischief only and in noise,

But ye connive at what ye cannot cure, Else of a mannish growth, and five in ten

And evils, not to be endur'd, endure, In intidelity and lewdness men.

Lest pow'r exerted, but without success, There shall he learn, ere sixteen winters old, Should make the little ye retain still less. That authors are most useful pawn'd or sold; Ye once were justly fam'd for bringing forth That pedantry is all that schools impart,

Undoubted scholarship and genuine worth; But taverns teach the knowledge of the heart; And in the firmament of fame still shines There waiter Dick, with Bacchanalian lays, A glory, bright as that of all the signs, Shall win his heart, and have his drunken praise, Of poets rais’d by you, and statesmen, and divines His counsellor and bosom-friend, shall prove, Peace to them all those brilliant times are fled, And some street-pacing harlot his first love. And no such lights are kindling in their stead; Schools, unless discipline were doubly strong, Our striplings shine indeed, but with such rays, Detain their adolescent charge too long;

As set the midnight riot in a blaze ; The management of tiroes of eighteen

And seem, if judg'd by their expressive looks, Is difficult, their punishment obscene.

Deeper in none than in their surgeons' books The stout tall captain, whose superior size

Say, Muse, (for education made the song,
The minor heroes view with envious eyes,

No Muse can hesitate, or linger long,)
Becomes their pattern, upon whom they fix What causes move us, knowing as we must,
Their whole attention, and ape all his tricks. That these menageries all fail their trust,
His pride, that scorns t obey or to submit,

To send our sons to scout and scamper there, With them is courage; his effront'ry wit.

While colts and puppies cost us so much care? His wild excursions, window-breaking feats,

Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, Robb’ry of gardens, quarrels in the streets,

We love the play-place of our early days; His hair-breadth 'scapes, and all his daring schemes, The scene is touching, and the heart is stone, Transport them, and are made their fav’rite themes. That feels not at that sight, and feels at none. In little bosoms such achievements strike

The wall on which we tried our graving skill, A kindred spark : they burn to do the like. The very name we carv'd subsisting still ; Thus, half-accomplish'd ere he yet begin

The bench on which we sat while deep employ'd, To show the peeping down upon his chin ; Though mangled, hack'd, and hew'd, not yet de And, as maturity of years comes on,

stroy'd ; Made just th' adept that you design'd your son ; The little ones, unbutton'd, glowing hot, T ensure the perseverance of his course,

Playing our games, and on the very spot; And give your monstrous project all it's force, As happy as we once, to kneel and draw Send him to college. If he there be tam'd, The chalky ring, and knuckle down at taw; Or in one article of vice reclaim'd,

To pitch the ball into the grounded hat, Where no regard of ord'nances is shown

Or drive it devious with a dext'rous pat; Or look'd for now, the fault must be his own. The pleasing spectacle at once excites Some sneaking virtue lurks in him, no doubt, Such recollection of our own delights, Where neither strumpets' charms, nor drinking. That, viewing it, we seem almost t' obtain bout,

Our innocent sweet simple years again. Nor ling practices, can find it out.

This fond attachment to the well-known place, Such youths of spirit, and that spirit too,

Whence first we started into life's long race, Ye nurs'ries of our boys, we owe to you:

Maintains it's hold with such unfailing sway, Though from ourselves the mischief more proceeds, We feel it ev'n in age, and at our latest day. For public schools 't is public folly feeds.

Hark! how the sire of chits, whose future share The slaves of custom and establish'd mode,

Of classic food begins to be his care,
With packhorse constancy we keep the road, With his own likeness plac'd on either knee,
Crooked or straight, through quags or thorny dells, Indulges all a father's heart-felt glee;
True to the jingling of our leader's bells.

And tells them, as he strokes their silver locks, To follow foolish precedents, and wink

That they must soon learn Latin, and to box; With both our eyes, is easier than to think : Then turning he regales his list'ning wife And such an age as ours balks no expense,

With all th' adventures of his early life: Except of caution, and of common sense;

His skill in coachmanship, or driving chaise, Else, sure, notorious fact, and proof so plain, In bilking tavern-bills, and spouting plays; Would turn our steps into a wiser train.

What shifts he us'd, detected in a scrape, I blame not those, who, with what care they can How he was flogg'd, or had the luck t'escape; O'erwatch the num'rous and unruly clan;

What sums he lost at play, and how he sold Or, if I blame, 't is only that they dare

Watch, seals, and all — till all his pranks are told.
Promise a work, of which they must despair. Retracing thus his frolics, ('t is a name
Have ye, ye sage intendants of the whole, That palliates deeds of folly and of shame.)
A ubiquarian presence and control,

He gives the local bias all it's sway;
Resolves that, where he play'd, his sons shall play,

And destines their bright genius to be shown Press'd on his part by means, that would disgrace
Just in the scene, where he display'd his own. A scriv'ner's clerk, or footman out of place,
The meek and bashful boy will soon be taught, And ending, if at last it's end be gain'd,
To be as bold and forward as he ought ;

In sacrilege, in God's own house profan'd.
The rude will scuffle through with ease enough, It may succeed ; and, if his sins should call
Great schools suit best the sturdy and the rough For more than common punishment, it shall;
Ah happy designation, prudent choice,

The wretch shall rise, and be the thing on Earth Th' event is sure ; expect it, and rejoice !

Least qualified in honour, learning, worth,
Soon see your wish fulfill'd in either child,

To occupy a sacred, aweful post,
The pert made perter, and the tame made wild. In which the best and worthiest tremble most.

The great, indeed, by titles, riches, birth, The royal letters are a thing of course,
Excus'd th' incumbrance of more solid worth, A king, that would, might recommend his horse ;
Are best dispos'd of where, with most success And deans, no doubt, and chapters, with one voice,
They may acquire that confident address,

As bound in duty, would confirm the choice.
Those habits of profuse and lewd expeuse, Behold your bishop! well he plays his part,
That scorn of all delights but those of sense, Christian in name, and infidel in heart,
Which, though in plain plebeians we condemn, Ghostly in office, earthly in his plan,
With so much reason all expect from them. A slave at court, elsewhere a lady's man.
But families of less illustrious fame,

Dumb as a senator, and as a priest
Whose chief distinction is their spotless name, A piece of mere church-furniture at best ;
Whose heirs, their honours none, their income small, i To live estrang'd from God his total scope,
Must shine by true desert, or not at all,

And his end sure, without one glimpse of hope,
What dream they of, that with so little care But fair although and feasible it seem,
They risk their hopes, their dearest treasure, there? Depend not much upon your golden dream;
They dream of little Charles or William grac'd For Providence, that seems concern'd t' exempt
With wig prolix, down flowing to his waist; The hallow'd bench from absolute contempt,
They see th' attentive crowds his talents draw, In spite of all the wrigglers into place,
They hear him speak - the oracle of law.

Still keeps a seat or two for worth and grace;
The father, who designs his babe a priest,

And therefore 't is, that, though the sight be rare,
Dreams him episcopally such at least;

We sometimes see a Lowth or Bagot there.
And, while the playful jockey scours the room Besides, school-friendships are not always found,
Briskly, astride upon the parlour brooin,

Though fair in promise, permanent and sound;
In fancy sees him more superbly ride

The most disint'rested and virtuous minds, In coach with purple lin'd, and mitres on it's side. In early years connected, time unbinds; Events improbable and strange as these,

New situations give a diff'rent cast
Which only a parental eye foresees,

Of habit, inclination, temper, taste ;
A public school shall bring to pass with ease. And he, that seem'd our counterpart at first,
But how ! resides such virtue in that air,

Soon shows the strong similitude revers’d.
As must create an appetite for pray'r?

Young heads are giddy, and young hearts are warm, And will it breathe into him all the zeal,

And make mistakes for manhood to reform. That candidates for such a prize should feel, Boys are at best but pretty buds unblown, To take the lead and be the foremost still

Whose scent and hues are rather guess'd than known; In all true worth and literary skill ?

Each dreams that each is just what he appears, “ Ah blind to bright futurity, untaught

But learns his errour in maturer years,
The knowledge of the world, and dull of thought! When disposition, like a sail unfurl’d,
Church-ladders are not always mounted best Shows all it's rents and patches to the world.
By learned clerks, and latinists profess’d.

If, therefore, ev'n when honest in design,
The exalted prize demands an upward look, A boyish friendship may so soon decline,
Not to be found by poring on a book,

T were wiser, sure, t'inspire a little heart Small skill in Latin, and still less in Greek, With just abhorrence of so mean a part, Is more than adequate to all I seek.

Than set your son to work at a vile trade, Let erudition grace him, or not grace,

For wages so unlikely to be paid.
I give the bauble but the second place ;

Our public hives of puerile resort,
His wealth, fame, honours, all that I intend, That are of chief and most approv'd report,
Subsist and centre in one point - a friend.

To such base hopes, in many a sordid soul,
A friend, whate'er he studies or neglects,

Owe their repute in part, but not the whole.
Shall give him consequence, heal all defects. A principle, whose proud pretensions pass
His intercourse with peers and sons of peers - Unquestion'd, though the jewel be but glass
There dawns the splendour of his future years : That with a world, not often over-nice,
In that bright quarter his propitious skies

Ranks as a virtue, and is yet a vice;
Shall blush betimes, and there his glory rise. (teach Or rather a gross compound, justly tried,
Your Lordship, and Your Grace ! what school can Of envy, hatred, jealousy, and pride -
A rhet'ric equal to those parts of speech ?

Contributes most, perhaps, to enhance their fame;
What need of Homer's verse, or Tully's prose, And emulation is it's specious name.
Sweet interjections! if he learn but those ?

Boys, once on fire with that contentious zeal,
Let rev'rend churls his ignorance rebuke,

Feel all the rage, that female rivals feel;
Who starve upon a dog's-ear'd Pentateuch, The prize of beauty in a woman's eyes
The parson knows enough, who knows a duke." Not brighter than in theirs, the scholar's prize.
Egregious purpose! worthily begun

The spirit of that competition burns
In barb'rous prostitution of your son ;

With all varieties of ill by turns;

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Each vainly magnifies his own success,

How! - turn again to tales long since forgot, Resents his fellow's, wishes it were less,

Æsop, and Phædrus, and the rest ? — Why not? Exults in his miscarriage, if he fail,

He will not blush, that has a father's heart, Deems his reward too great, if he prevail,

To take in childish plays a childish part; And labours to surpass him day and night,

But bends his sturdy back to any toy, Less for improvement than to tickle spite.

That youth takes pleasure in, to please his boy ; The spur is pow'rful, and I grant it's force ; Then why resign into a stranger's hand It pricks the genius forward in it's course,

A task as much within your own command, Allows short time for play, and none for sloth; That God and Nature, and your int'rest too, And, felt alike by each, advances both:

Seem with one voice to delegate to you? But judge, where so much evil intervenes,

Why hire a lodging in a house unknown The end, though plausible, not worth the means. For one, whose tend'rest thoughts all hover round Weigh, for a moment, classical desert Against a heart deprav'd and temper hurt; This second weaning, needless as it is, Hurt too, perhaps, for life; for early wrong, How does it lae'rate both your heart and his ! Done to the nobler part, affects it long ;

Th' indented stick, that loses day by day And you are staunch, indeed, in learning's cause, Notch after notch, till all are smooth'd away, If you can crown a discipline, that draws

Bears witness, long ere his dismission come, Such mischiefs after it, with much applausc. With what intense desire he wants his home.

Connection form'd for int'rest, and endear'd But though the joys he hopes beneath your roof By selfish views, thus censur'd and cashier'd; Bid fair enough to answer in the proof, And emulation, as engend'ring hate,

Harmless, and safe, and nat'ral as they are, Doom'd to a no less ignominious fate :

A disappointment waits him even there : The props of such proud seminaries fall,

Arriv'd, he feels an unexpected change, The Jachin and the Boaz of them all.

He blushes, hangs his head, is shy and strange, Great schools rejected then, as those that swell No longer takes, as once, with fearless case, Beyond a size that can be manag'd well,

His fav’rite stand between his father's knees, Shall royal institutions miss the bays,

But seeks the corner of some distant seat, And small academies win all the praise ?

And eyes the door, and watches a retreat, Force not my drift beyond it's just intent,

And, least familiar where he should be most, I praise a school as Pope a government;

Feels all his happiest privileges lost. So take my judgment in his language dress’d, Alas, poor boy! the natural effect “ Whate'er is best administer'd is best."

Of love by absence chill'd into respect Few boys are born with talents that excel,

Say, what accomplishments, at school acquir'd, But all are capable of living well ;

Brings he, to sweeten fruits so undesir'd? Then ask not, Whether limited or large?

Thou well deserv'st an alienated son, But, Watch they strictly, or neglect their charge ? Unless thy conscious heart acknowledge - -none; If anxious only, that their boys may learn,

None that, in thy domestic snug recess, While morals languish, a despis'd concern, He had not made his own with more address, The great and small deserve one common blame, Though some perhaps, that shock thy feeling mind, Diff'rent in size, but in effect the same.

And better never learn'd, or left behind. Much zeal in virtue's cause all teachers boast, Add too, that, thus estrang'd, thou canst obtain Though motives of mere lucre sway the most : By no kind arts his confidence again ; Therefore in towns and cities they abound,

That here begins with most that long complaint Tor there the game they seek is easiest found; Of filial frankness lost, and love grown faint, Though there, in spite of all that care can do, Which, oft neglected, in life’s waning years Traps to catch youth are most abundant too. A parent pours into regardless ears. If shrewd, and of a well-constructed brain,

Like caterpillars, dangling under trees Keen in pursuit, and vig'rous to retain,

By slender threads, and swinging in the breeze, Your son come forth a prodigy of skill :

Which filthily bewray and sore disgrace As, wheresoever taught, so form’d, he will; The boughs, in which are bred th' unseemly race; The pedagogue, with self-complacent air,

While ev'ry worm industriously weaves Claims more than half the praise as his due share. And winds his web about the rivellid leaves; But if, with all his genius, he betray,

So mum'rous are the follies, that annoy Not more intelligent than loose and gay,

The mind and heart of ev'ry sprightly boy ; Such vicious habits, as disgrace his name,

Imaginations noxious and perverse,
Threaten his health, his fortune, and his fame; Which admonition can alone disperse.
Though want of due restraint alone have bred Th' encroaching nuisance asks a faithful hand,
The symptoms, that you see with so much dread; Patient, affectionate, of high command,
Unenvied there, he may sustain alone

To check the procreation of a breed
The whole reproach, the fault was all his own. Sure to exhaust the plant on which they feed
O 't is a sight to be with joy perus’d,

'T is not enough that Greek or Roman page, By all whom sentiment has not abus'd;

At stated hours, his freakish thoughts engage; New-fangled sentiment, the boasted grace

Ev'n in his pastimes he requires a friend,
Of those, who never feel in the right place; To warn, and teach bim safely to unbend ;
A sight surpass’d by none that we can show, O'er all his pleasures gently to preside,
"Though Vestris on one leg still shine below; Watch his emotions, and controul their tide ;
A father blest with an ingenuous son,

And levying thus, and with an easy sway,
Father, and friend, and tutor, all in one.

A tax of profit from his very play,

T impress a value, not to be eras'd, (waste. To double all thy pleasure in thy child,
On moments squander'd else, and running all to His mind inform’d, his morals undefil'd.
And seems it nothing in a father's eye,

Safe under such a wing, the boy shall show
That unimprov'd those many moments fly?

No spots contracted among grooms below, And is he well content his son should find

Nor taint luis speech with meannesses, design'd No nourishment to feed his growing mind,

By footman Tom for witty and refin’d. But conjugated verbs, and nouns declin'd? There, in his commerce with the liv'ried herd, For such is all the mental food purvey'd

Lurks the contagion chiefly to be fear'd; By public hacknies in the schooling trade ; For since (so fashion dictates) all, who claim Who feed a pupil's intellect with store

A higher than a mere plebeian fame, Of syntax, truly, but with little more ;

Find it expedient, come what mischief may, Dismiss their cares, when they dismiss their flock, To entertain a thief or two in pay, Machines themselves, and govern'd by a clock. (And they that can afford th’ expense of more, Perhaps a father, blest with any brains,

Some half-a-dozen and some half-a-score,) Would deem it no abuse, or waste of pains, Great cause occurs, to save him from a band T'improve this diet, at no great expense,

So sure to spoil him, and so near at hand; With sav'ry truth and wholesome common sense ; A point secur’d, if once he be supplied To lead his son, for prospects of delight,

With some such Mentor always at his side. To some not steep, though philosophic, height, Are such men rare? perhaps they would abound, Thence to exhibit to his wond'ring eyes

Were occupation easier to be found, Yon circling worlds, their distance, and their size, Were education, else so sure to fail, The moons of Jove, and Saturn's belted ball, Conducted on a manageable scale, And the harmonious order of them all;

And schools, that have outliv'd all just esteem, To show him in an insect or a flow'r

Exchang'd for the secure domestic scheme. Such microscopic proof of skill and pow'r,

Dus, having found him, be thou duke or earl, As, hid from ages past, God now displays,

Show thou hast sense enough to prize the pearl, To combat atheists with in modern days;

And, as thou wouldst th' advancement of thine heir To spread the Earth before him, and commend, In all good faculties beneath his care, With designation of the finger's end,

Respect, as is but rational and just,
It's various parts to his attentive note,

A man deem'd worthy of so dear a trust.
Thus bringing home to him the most remote; Despis'd by thee, what more can he expect
To teach his heart to glow with gen'rous flame, Froin youthful folly than the same neglect ?
Caught from the deeds of men of ancient fame : A flat and fatal negative obtains
And, more than all, with commendation due, That instant upon all his future pains ;
To set some living worthy in his view,

His lessons tire, his mild rebukes offend,
Whose fair example may at once inspire

And all th: instructions of thy son's best friend A wish to copy, what he must admire.

Are a stream chok'd, or trickling to no end.
Such knowledge gain'd betimes, and which appears, Doom him not then to solitary meals ;
Though solid, not too weighty for his years, But recollect, that he has sense, and feels;
Sweet in itself, and not forbidding sport,

And that, possessor of a soul refin'd,
When health demands it, of athletic sort, [been, An upright heart, and cultivated mind,
Would make him — what some lovely boys have His post not mean, his talents not unknown,
And more than one perhaps that I have seen - He deems it hard to vegetate alone.
An evidence and reprehension both

And, if admitted at thy board he sit,
Of the mere school-boy's lean and tardy growth. Account him no just mark for idle wit;
Art thou a man professionally tied,

Offend not him, whom modesty restrains
With all thy faculties elsewhere applied,

From repartee, with jokes that he disdains ;
Too busy to intend
meaner care,

Much less transfix his feelings with an oath ;
Than how t'enrich thyself, and next thine heir ? Nor frown, unless he vanish with the cloth. -
Or art thou (as though rich, perhaps thou art) And, trust me, his utility may reach
But poor in knowledge, baving none t' impart? To more than he is hir'd or bound to teach ;
Behold that figure, neat, though plainly clad ; Much trash unutter'd, and some ills undone,
His sprightly mingled with a shade of sad ; Through rev’rence of the censor of thy son.
Not of a nimble tongue, though now and then But, if thy table be indeed unclean,
Heard to articulate like other men :

Foul with excess, and with discourse obscene, No jester, and yet lively in discourse,

And thou a wretch, whom, foll'wing her old plan, His phrase well chosen, clear, and full of force; The World accounts an honourable man, And his address, if not quite French in ease, Because forsooth thy courage has been tried, Not English suff, but frank, and form'd to please ; And stood the test, perhaps, on the wrong side ! Low in the world, because he scorns it's arts; Though thou hadst never grace enough to prove, A man of letters, manners, morals, parts ;

That any thing but vice could win thy love ; Unpatronis'd, and therefore little known;

Or hast thou a polite, card-playing wife, Wise for himself and his few friends alone

Chain’d to the routs that she frequents for life; In him thy well-appointed proxy see,

Who just when industry begins to snoré, Arın'd for a work too difficult for thee;

Flies, wing’d with joy, io some coach-crowded door ; Prepar'd by taste, by learning, and true worth, And thrice in ev'ry winter throngs thine own To form thy son, to strike his genius forth; With balf the chariots and sedans in town, Beneath thy roof, beneath thine eye, to prove Thyself, meanwhile, e'en shifting as thou nayst; The force of discipline, when back'd by love; Not very sober though, nor very chaste :

Or is thine house, though less superb thy rank, See great commanders making war a trade,
If not a scene of pleasure, a mere blank,

Great lawyers, lawyers without study made; And thou at best, and in thy sob'rest mood, Churchmen, in whose esteem their blest employ A trifler vain, and empty of all good;

Is odious, and their wages all their joy, Though mercy for thyself thou canst have none, Who, far enough from furnishing their shelves Hear Nature plead, show mercy to thy son. With Gospel lore, turn infidels themselves; Sav'd from his home, where ev'ry day brings forth See womanhood despis'd, and manhood sham'd Some mischief fatal to his future worth,

With infamy too nauseous to be nam'd, Find him a better in a distant spot,

Fops at all corners, lady-like in mien, Within some pious pastor's humble cot,

Civetted fellows, smelt ere they are seen, Where vile example (yours I chiefly mean,

Else coarse and rude in manners, and their tongue The most seducing, and the oft'nest seen)

On fire with curses, and with nonsense hung, May never more be stamp'd upon his breast, Now Aush'd with drunk'nness, now with whoredom Nor yet perhaps incurably impress'd.

pale, Where early rest makes early rising sure,

Their breath a sample of last night's regale; Disease or comes not, or finds easy cure,

See volunteers in all the vilest arts, Prevented much by diet neat and plain;

Men well endow'd, of honourable parts, Or, if it enter, soon starv'd out again :

Design'd by Nature wise, but self-made fools; Where all th' attention of his faithful host, All these, and more like these, were bred at schools. Discreetly limited to two at most,

And if it chance, as sometimes chance it will, May raise such fruits as shall reward his care, That, though school-bred, the boy be virtuous still; And not at last evaporate in air :

Such rare exceptions, shining in the dark, Where, stillness aiding study, and his mind Prove, rather than impeach, the just remark: Serene, and to his duties much inclin'd,

As here and there a twinkling star descried Not occupied in day-dreams, as at home,

Serves but to show how black is all beside. Of pleasures past, or follies yet to come,

Now look on him, whose very voice in tone His virtuous toil may terminate at last

Just echoes thine, whose features are thine own, In settled habit and decided taste.

And stroke his polish'd cheek of purest red, But whom do I advise ? the fashion-led,

And lay thine hand upon his flaxen head, Th' incorrigibly wrong, the deaf and dead, And say, “ My boy, th' unwelcome hour is comie, Whom care and cool deliberation suit

When thou, transplanted from thy genial home, Not better much than spectacles a brute ;

Must find a colder soil and bleaker air, Who, if their sons some slight tuition share, And trust for safety to a stranger's care ; Deem it of no great moment whose, or where ; What character, what turn thou wilt assume Too proud to adopt the thoughts of one unknown, From constant converse with I know not whom; And much too gay t' have any of their own. Who there will court - thy friendship, with what “ But courage, man !" methought the Muse replied,

views, “ Mankind are various, and the world is wide : And, artless as thou art, whom thou wilt choose; The ostrich, silliest of the feather'd kind,

Though much depends on what thy choice shall be, And form'd of God without a parent's mind, Is all chance-medley, and unknown to me. Commits her eggs, incautious, to the dust,

Canst thou, the tear just trembling on thy lids, Forgetful that the foot may crush the trust; And while the dreadful risk foreseen forbids; And, while on public nurs’ries they rely,

Free to, and under no constraining force, Not knowing, and too oft not caring, why, Unless the sway of custom warp thy course; Irrational in what they thus prefer,

Lay such a stake upon the losing side, No few, that would seem wise, resemble her. Merely to gratify so blind a guide ? But all are not alike. Thy warning voice Thou canst not! Nature, pulling at thine heart, May here and there prevent erroneous choice ; Condems th' unfatherly, th' imprudent part. And some perhaps, who, busy as they are,

Thou wouldst not, deaf to Nature's tend'rest ples, Yet make their progeny their dearest care, (reach | Turn him adrift upon a rolling sea, (Whose hearts will ache, once told what ills may Nor say, Go thither, conscious that there lay Their offspring, left upon so wild a beach,) A brood of asps, or quicksands in his way: Will need no stress of argument t' enforce

Then, only govern'd by the self-same rule Th' expedience of a less advent'rous course : Of nat'ral pity, send him not to school. The rest will slight thy counsel, or condemn; No guard him better. Is he not thine own, But they have human feelings - turn to them." Thyself in miniature, thy flesh, thy bone ?

To you, then, tenants of life's middle state, And hop'st thou not ('t is ev'ry father's hope) Securely plac'd between the small and great, That, since thy strength must with thy years elope, Whose character, yet undebauch'd, retains

And thou wilt need some comfort, to assuage Two-thirds of all the virtue that remains,

Health's last farewell, a staff of thine old age, Who, wise yourselves, desire your son should learn That then, in recompense of all thy cares, Your wisdom and your ways to you I turn. Thy child shall show respect to thy gray hairs Look round you on a world perversely blind; Befriend thee, of all other friends bereft, See what contempt is fall'n on human-kind; And give thy life it's only cordial left? See wealth abus'd, and dignities misplac'd, Aware, then, how much danger intervenes, Great titles, offices, and trusts disgrac'd,

To compass that good end, forecast the means Long lines of ancestry, renown'd of old,

His heart, now passive, yields to thy command; Their noble qualities all quench'd and cold ; Secure it thine, it's key is in thine hand. See Bedlam's closetted and hand-cuff'd charge If thou desert thy charge, and throw it wide, Surpass'd in phrenzy by the mad at large;

Nor heed wliat guests there enter and abide,

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