And pleasure brings as surely in her train
Reinorse and sõrroy, and vindi&tive pain.

Man, thus endued with an elective voice,
Must be supplied with cbjects of his choice;
Wherever he turns, enjoy nent and delight,
Or present, or in prospect, meet his sight;
Those open on the spot their honeyed store;
These call him loudly to pursuit of more.
His unexliausted mine the sordid vice i
Avarice shows, and virtue is the price.
Here various motives his ambition raise
Power, pomp, and splendour,and the thirst of praise ;
There beauty wooes him with expanded arms;
Even bacchanalian madness has its charms.

Nor these alone, whose pleasures less refined
Might well alarm the most unguarded mind,
Seek to supplant his inexperienced youth,
Or lead him devious from the path of truth;
Hourly allurements on his passions press,
Safe in themselves, but dangerous in the excess.'

Hark! how it floats upon the dewy air !
O what a dying, dying close was there! .
'Tis harmony from yon sequestered bower,
Sweet harmony, that sooths the midnight hour!
Long ere the charioteer of day bad run
His morning course, the enchantment was begun;
And he shall gild yon mountain's height again,' .
Ere yet the pleasing toil becomes a pain.. i

Is this the rugged path, the steep ascent, That virtue points to? Can a life thus spent

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Lead to the bliss she promises the wise,
Detach the soul from earth, and speed her to the

Ye devotees to your adored employ,
Entbusiasts, drunk with an unreal joy,
Love makes the music of the blest above,
Heaven's harmony is universal love ;
And earthly sounds, though sweet and well com)
And lenient as soft opiates to the mind, [bined,
Leave vice and folly unsubdued behind.

Gray dawn appears; the sportsman and his train
Speckle the bosom of the distant plain;
'Tis he, the Nimrod of the neighbouring lairs,
Save that his scent is less acute than their's;
For persevering chase, and headlong leaps,
True beagle as the staunchest hound he keeps.
Charged wiih the souy or dis uite's mad scene,
He takes offence, and wonders what you mean ;
The joy the danger and the toil overpays-
'Tis exercise, and health, and length of days.
Again impetuous to the field he flies;
Leaps every fence but one, there falls and dies;
Like a slain deer, the tumbrel brings him home,
Unmissed but by his dogs and by his groom,

Ye clergy, while your orbit is your place,
Lights of the world, and stars of human race;
But, if eccentric ye forsake your sphere,
Prodigies ominous, and viewed with fear.
The comet's baneful influence is a dream;
Your's real and pernicious in the extreme.

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What then!-are appetites and lusts laid down
With the same ease that man puts on his gown?
Will avarice and concupiscence give place, (Grace?
Charmed by the sounds-Your Reverence, or Your
No. But his own engagement binds him fast;
Or, if it does not, brands him to the last
What atheists call him--a designing knave,
A mere church juggler, hypocrite, and slave.
Oh, laugh or mourn with me the rueful jest,
A cassocked huntsman, and a fiddling priest!
He from Italian songsters takes his cue :
Set Paul to music, he shall quote him too.
He takes the field, the master of the pack .
Cries—Welldone saint! and claps him on the back.
Is this the path of sanctity? Is this
To stand a way-mark in the road to bliss ?
Himself a wanderer from the narrow way, i
His silly sheep, what wonder if they stray?..
Go, cast your orders at your Bishop's feet,
Send your dishonoured gown to Monmouth-street!
The sacred function in your hands is made
Sad sacrilege! no function, but a trade!

Occiduus is a pastor of renown,
When he basprayed and preached the sabbath down,
With wire and calgut he concludes the day,
Quavering and semiquavering care away. ,
The full concerto swells upon your ear;
All elbows shake. -Look in, and you would sweat
The Babylonian tyrant with a nod
Had suminoned them to serve his golden god,

So well that thought the employment seems to suit,
Psaltery and sackbut, dulcimer and flute.
Oh tie! 'tis evangelical and pure:
Observe each face, how sober and demure!
Ecstasy sets her stamp on every mien;
Chins fallen, and not an eye-ball to be seen.
Still I insist, though music heretofore
Has charmed me much, (not even Occiduus more)
Love, joy, and peace make harmony more meet
For sabbath evenings, and perhaps as sweet.

Will not the sickliest sheep of every flock
Resort to this example as a rock;
There stand, and justify the foul abuse
Of sabbath hours with plausible excuse ;
If apostolic gravity be free .
To play the fool on Sundays, why not wei.
If he the tinkling harpsichord regards
As inoffensive, what offence in cards?
Strike up the fiddles, let us all be gay,
Laymen have leave to dance, if parsons play.

Oh Italy! -- thy sabbaths will be soon
Our sabbaths, closed with mummery and buffoon:
Preaching and pranks will share the motley

scene, Our's parcelled out, as thine have ever been, God's worship and the mountebank between. What says the prophet? Let that day be blest With holiness and consecrated rest. Pastime and business both it should exclude, And bar the door the moment thcy ipirude;

Nobly distinguished above all the six
By deeds in which the world must never mix.
Hear him again. He calls it a delight,
A day of luxury, observed aright, (guest,
When the glad soul is made heaven's welcome
Sits banqueting, and God provides the feast.
But triflers are engaged and cannot come;
Their answer to the call is-Not at home.

Oh the dear pleasures of the velvet plain,
The painted tablets, dealt and dealt again.
Cards, with what rapture, and the polished die,
The yawning chasm of indolence supply!
Then to the dance, and make the sober moon .
Witness of joys that shun the sight of noon.
Blame, cynic, if you can, quadrille or ball, . .
The snug close party, or the splendid hall,
V'here night, down-stooping from herebon throne, ,
Views constellations brighter than her own, .
'Tis innocent, and harmless, and refined,
The balm of care, elysium of the mind.
Innocent! Oh if venerable time
Slain at the foot of pleasure be no crime,
Then, with his silver beard and magic wand,
Let Comus rise Archbishop of the land;
. Let him your rubric and your feast prescribe,
Gránd metropolitan of all the tribe.

Of manners rough, and coarse athletic cast,
The rank debauch suits Clodio's fifthy taste..
Rufillas, exquisitely formed by rule,
Not of the moral, but the dancing school,

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