Desertion of the Country by the Rich.

That seizes first the opulent, descends
To the next rank contagious, and in time
Taints downward all the graduated scale
Of order, from the chariot to the plough.
The rich, and they that have an arm to check
The licence of the lowest in degree,

Desert their office; and themselves, intent
On pleasure, haunt the capital, and thus
To all the violence of lawless hands

Resign the scenes, their presence might protect.
Authority herself not seldom sleeps,

Though resident, and witness of the wrong.
The plump convivial parson often bears
The magisterial sword in vain, and lays

His reverence and his worship both to rest
On the same cushion of habitual sloth.

Perhaps timidity restrains his arm;

When he should strike he trembles, and sets free, Himself enslaved by terror of the band,

The audacious convict, whom he dares not bind.

Neglect of Magistrates.

Perhaps, though by profession ghostly pure,
He too may have his vice, and sometimes prove
Less dainty than becomes his

grave outside In lucrative concerns. Examine well

His milk-white hand; the palm is hardly cleanBut here and there an ugly smutch appears.

Foh! 'twas a bribe that left it: he has touched
Corruption. Whoso seeks an audit here

Propitious, pays his tribute, game or fish,
Wild fowl or venison; and his errand speeds.
But faster far, and more than all the rest,
A noble cause, which none, who bears a spark
Of public virtue, ever wished removed,
Works the deplored and mischievous effect.
"Tis universal soldiership has stabbed
The heart of merit in the meaner class.
Arms, through the vanity and brainless rage
Of those that bear them, in whatever cause,
Seem most at variance with all moral good,
And incompatible with serious thought.