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By him the violated law fpeaks out

Its thunders; and by him, in ftrains as sweet
As angels ufe, the gofpel whispers peace.

He stablishes the strong, reftores the weak,
Reclaims the wand'rer, binds the broken heart,
And, arm'd himself in panoply complete

Of heav'nly temper, furnishes with arms,
Bright as his own, and trains, by ev'ry rule
Of holy discipline, to glorious war,

The facramental host of God's elect!

Are all fuch teachers?-would to heav'n all were!

But hark the doctor's voice!-faft wedg'd between
Two empirics he stands, and with swoln cheeks
Inspires the news, his trumpet. Keener far
Than all invective is his bold harangue,
While through that public organ of report
He hails the clergy; and, defying shame,
Announces to the world his own and their's!

He teaches those to read, whom schools dismiss'd,

And colleges, untaught; fells accent, tone,

And emphasis in fcore, and gives to pray'r

Th' adagio and andante it demands.

He grinds divinity of other days

Down into modern use; transforms old print

To zig-zag manufcript, and cheats the eyes
Of gall'ry critics by a thousand arts.

Are there who purchase of the doctor's ware?

Oh, name it not in Gath!-it cannot be,

That grave and learned clerks fhould need fuch aid. He doubtless is in sport, and does but droll, Affuming thus a rank unknown before

Grand caterer and dry-nurse of the church!

I venerate the man whofe heart is warm,

Whofe hands are pure, whofe doctrine and whofe life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof

That he is honeft in the facred cause.

To fuch I render more than mere refpect,

Whofe actions fay that they respect themselves.

But, loose in morals, and in manners vain,

In conversation frivolous, in dress

Extreme, at once rapacious and profuse;
Frequent in park with lady at his fide,
Ambling and prattling fcandal as he goes;
But rare at home, and never at his books,
Or with his pen, fave when he fcrawls a card;
Conftant at routs, familiar with a round

Of ladyfhips-a ftranger to the poor;
Ambitious of preferment for its gold,
And well prepar'd, by ignorance and floth,
By infidelity and love of world,

To make God's work a finecure; a flave

To his own pleasures and his patron's pride:-
From fuch apostles, oh, ye mitred heads,
Preferve the church! and lay not careless hands
On fculls that cannot teach, and will not learn.

Would I defcribe a preacher, fuch as Paul, Were he on earth, would hear, approve, and owpPaul fhould himself direct me. I would trace

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His mafter-strokes, and draw from his defign.
I would exprefs him fimple, grave, fincere;
In doctrine uncorrupt; in language plain,
And plain in manner; decent, folemn, chafte,
And natural in gefture; much impress'd
Himself, as confcious of his awful charge,
And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds
May feel it too; affectionate in look,
And tender in addrefs, as well becomes
A meffenger of grace to guilty men.

Behold the picture !-Is it like ?-Like whom?
The things that mount the roftrum with a skip,
And then skip down again; pronounce a text;
Cry-hem; and, reading what they never wrote,
Juft fifteen minutes, huddle up their work,
And with a well-bred whisper close the scene!

In man or woman, but far moft in man,

And most of all in man that minifters

And serves the altar, in my foul I loath

All affectation. 'Tis my perfect fcorn;

Object of my implacable difguft.

What!-will a man play tricks, will he indulge
A filly fond conceit of his fair form,
And just proportion, fashionable mien,
And pretty face, in prefence of his God?
Or will he feek to dazzle me with tropes,
As with the di'mond on his lily hand,
And play his brilliant parts before my eyes,
When I am hungry for the bread of life?
He mocks his Maker, proftitutes and fhames.
His noble office, and, instead of truth,

Displaying his own beauty, ftarves his flock!
Therefore avaunt all attitude, and stare,

And start theatric, practifed at the glass!

I seek divine fimplicity in him

Who handles things divine; and all befides,

Though learn'd with labour, and though much admir'd

By curious eyes and judgments ill-inform❜d,

To me is odious as the nafal twang

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