Though not a grace appears, on strictest search,
But that the fafts, and, item, goes to church.
Conscious of age, fhe recollects her youth,

And tells, not always with an eye to truth,
Who fpann'd her waift, and who, where'er he came,
Scrawl'd upon glafs mifs Bridget's lovely name;
Who ftole her flipper, fill'd it with tokay,

And drank the little bumper ev'ry day.

Of temper as envenom'd as an afp;
Cenforious, and her word a wasp;

every

In faithful mem'ry fhe records the crimes,
Or real, or fictitious, of the times;

Laughs at the reputations fhe has torn,

And holds them, dangling at arms length, in scorn. Such are the fruits of fanctimonious pride,

Of malice fed while flesh is mortified:

Take, Madam, the reward of all your pray❜rs,

Where hermits and where bramins meet with theirs; Your portion is with them.-Nay, never frown;

But, if you please, some fathoms lower down.

Artist, attend! your brushes and your paint→→→ Produce them-take a chair-now draw a faint.

Oh, forrowful and fad! the streaming tears
Channel her cheeks-a Niobe appears!

Is, this a faint? Throw tints and all away--
True piety is cheerful as the day;

Will weep, indeed, and heave a pitying groan,
For others' woes, but fmiles upon her own.
What purpose has the King of faints in view?
Why falls the gospel like a gracious dew?
To call up plenty from the teeming earth,
Or curfe the defert with a tenfold dearth?
Is it that Adam's offspring may be fav'd
From fervile fear, or be the more enslav'd?
To loose the links that gall'd mankind before,
Or bind them fafter on, and add still more?
The freeborn Chriftian has no chains to prove;
Or, if a chain, the golden one of love:

No fear attends to quench his glowing fires,

What fear he feels his gratitude infpires.

Shall he for fuch deliv'rance, freely wrought,
Recompenfe ill? He trembles at the thought.
His Master's int'reft and his own, combin'd,
Prompt ev'ry movement of his heart and mind:
Thought, word, and deed, his liberty evince;
His freedom is the freedom of a prince.

Man's obligations infinite, of course

His life should prove that he perceives their force; His utmost he can render is but fmall

The principle and motive all in all.

You have two fervants-Tom, an arch, fly rogue,

From top to toe the geta now in vogue,

Genteel in figure, eafy in addrefs,

Moves without noife, and fwift as an express,

Reports a meffage with a pleasing grace,

Expert in all the duties of his place:

Say, on what hinge does his obedience move?

Has he a world of gratitude and love?

No, not a spark-'tis all mere fharper's play;

He likes your house, your housemaid, and your pay;

Reduce his wages, or get rid of her,

Tom quits you, with-Your moft obedient, Sir. The dinner ferv'd, Charles takes his ufual ftand,

Watches your eye, anticipates command;

Sighs, if perhaps your appetite fhould fail;
And, if he but fufpects a frown, turns pale;
Confults all day your int'reft and your ease,
Richly rewarded if he can but please;

And, proud to make his firm attachment known,
To fave your life would nobly risk his own.

Now which stands higheft in your serious

thought?

Charles, without doubt, fay you-and fo he ought;
One act, that from a thankful heart proceeds,
Excels ten thousand mercenary deeds.

Thus heav'n approves, as honest and fincere,
The work of gen'rous love and filial fear;
But, with averted eyes, th' omnifcient Judge
Scorns the bafe hireling, and the flavish drudge.

Where dwell these matchlefs faints?-old Curio

cries.

Ev'n at your fide, Sir, and before your eyes,

The favour'd few-th' enthufiafts you despise.
And, pleas'd at heart, because on holy ground
Sometimes a canting hypocrite is found,
Reproach a people with his fingle fall,
And caft his filthy raiment at them all.
Attend!-an apt fimilitude shall show

Whence fprings the conduct that offends
you fo.

See where it fmokes along the founding plain,

Blown all aflant, a driving, dafhing rain,
Peal upon peal redoubling all around,

Shakes it again, and fafter, to the ground;
Now flashing wide, now glancing as in play,
Swift beyond thought the lightnings dart away.
Ere yet it came the trav'ler urg'd his fteed,
And hurried, but with unfuccefsful fpeed;

Now, drench'd throughout, and hopeless of his case,

He drops the rein, and leaves him to his pace.