sweep 146 Towns to one grave, whole nations to the deep? And what created perfect?"-Why then man? 155 Why then a Borgia or a Catiline?' forms, Who heaves old ocean, and who wings the storms, Pours fierce ambition in a Cæsar's mind, Or turns young Ammon1 loose to scourge mankind? 160 From pride, from pride our very reasoning. springs; Account for moral, as for natural things: Why charge we Heaven in those, in these acquit? In both to reason right is to submit. Better for us, perhaps, it might appear, 165 170 pears 175 'To want the strength of bulls, the fur of bears. Shall he alone, whom rational we call, Be pleased with nothing, if not blessed with all? The bliss of man (could pride that blessing find), 190 Is not to act or think beyond mankind; Or quick effluvia darting through the brain, 195 200 If Nature thundered in his opening ears, The whispering zephyr and the purling rill! 213 Far as creation's ample range extends, Remembrance and reflection, how allied; 225 230 235 See, through this air, this ocean, ard this earth, All matter quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high progressive life may go! Around, how wide! how deep extend below! Vast chain of being! which from God began, Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach; from infinite to thee, From thee to nothing. On superior powers Were we to press, inferior might on ours: Or in the full creation leave a void, Where, one step broken, the great scale's destroyed: 240 From Nature's chain whatever link you strike, Tenth or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike. 247 And if each system in gradation roll Alike essential to the amazing whole, The least confusion but in one, not all That system only, but the whole must fall. 250 Let earth unbalanced from her orbit fly, Planets and suns run lawless through the sky; Let ruling angels from their spheres be hurled, Being on being wrecked, and world on world; Heaven's whole foundations to their center nod, And Nature tremble to the throne of God! 256 All this dread order break-for whom? for thee? Vile worm!-Oh! madness! pride! impiety! 260 What if the foot, ordained the dust to tread, Or hand, to toil, aspired to be the head? What if the head, the eye, or ear repined To serve mere engines to the ruling mind? Just as absurd for any part to claim To be another in this general frame; Just as absurd to mourn the tasks or pains 265 The great directing Mind of all ordains. All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul; That, changed through all, and yet in all the same, Great in the earth, as in the ethereal frame, 270 276 Who with his tongue hath armies routed, 5 They take the strongest praise on trust. 10 So very like a Painter drew, He lost his friends, his practice fail'd; All things were set; the hour was come, The Painter look'd, he sketch'd the piece, Observe the work. My Lord replied, 15 20 20 25 30 35 40 45 Or in the natal, or the mortal hour. 50 All chance, direction which thou cast not see; All discord, harmony not understood; "Oh! pardon me, (the artist cried) In this we Painters must decide. 291 All partial evil, universal good; And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, The piece ev'n common eyes must strike, I warrant it extremely like." 55 One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right. John Eay 1688-1732 FABLE XVIII THE PAINTER WHO PLEASED NOBODY AND EVERYBODY (From Fables, 1727) Lest men suspect your tale untrue, The traveller leaping o'er those bounds, 60 My Lord examin'd it a-new; No looking-glass seem'd half so true. A lady came, with borrow'd grace, He from his Venus form'd her face. Her lover prais'd the Painter's art; So like the picture in his heart! To every age some charm he lent; Ev'n beauties were almost content. Through all the town his art they prais'd; His custom grew, his price was rais'd. Had he the real likeness shown, Would any man the picture own? But when thus happily he wrought, Each found the likeness in his thought. 1 Busts. 65 ON A LAP DOG Shock's fate I mourn; poor Shock is now no more! Ye Muses! mourn, ye Chambermaids! deplore. 10 And comb the wavings of his pendent ear. Her Mechlin pinners,' rent, the floor bestrow, 15 21 No dread events upon this fate attend, Cease, Celia, cease; restrain thy flowing tears, Some warmer passion will dispel thy cares. In man you'll find a more substantial bliss, More grateful toying and a sweeter kiss. 25 He's dead. Oh! lay him gently in the ground! And may his tomb be by this verse renown'd. 30 Here Shock, the pride of all his kind, is laid, Who fawn'd like man, but ne'er like man betray'd. TRIVIA, OR THE ART OF WALKING How to walk clean by day, and safe by night, along; 5 By thee transported, I securely stray ways, 10 Earth from her womb a flinty tribute pays; 15 1 To lay claim to; i. e. to take the best part of the walk next to the houses and farthest from the gutter. 2 From the Latin trivium, crossroads. Gay addresses Trivia as the goddess either of the streets or of trivial things. Nor do less certain signs the Town advise Of milder weather and serener skies. The ladies, gaily dress'd, the Mall3 adorn With various dyes, and paint the sunny morn; The wanton fawns with frisking pleasure range, And chirping sparrows greet the welcome change; Not that their minds with greater skill are fraught, Endued by instinct, or by reason taught, 40 'Tis hence that fawns are brisk, and ladies drest. When on his box the nodding coachman snores, And dreams of fancied fares; when taverndoors 'The chairmen idly crowd, then ne'er refuse 45 To trust thy busy steps in thinner shoes. But when the swinging signs your ears offend With creaking noise, then rainy floods impend; Soon shall the kennels swell with rapid streams, And rush in muddy torrents to the Thames. 50 And with their vellum thunder shake the pile, To greet the new-made bride. Are sounds like these The proper prelude to a state of peace? 85 Full charg'd with news the breathless hawker runs; Shops open, coaches roll, carts shake the ground, And all the streets with passing cries resound. If cloth'd in black you tread the busy When small-coal murmurs in the hoarser throat, From smutty dangers guard thy threaten'd coat; 100 The dust-man's, cart offends thy clothes and eyes, When through the street a cloud of ashes flies; But whether black or lighter dyes are worn, The chandler's basket, on his shoulder borne, With tallow spots thy coat; resign the way, 105 To shun the surly butcher's greasy tray; Butchers! whose hands are dy'd with blood's foul stain, And always foremost in the hangman's train. Let due civilities be strictly paid; The wall surrender to the hooded maid; 110 A district in London along the Thames, which was the centre of the fish trade. tury. Asses' milk was in great demand in the early 18th cen Him, like the miller, pass with caution by, Yield not the way; defy his strutting pride, 125 130 When waggish boys the stunted besom ply 5 10 15 Will overspread thy calves with spattering dirt. The voice of industry is always near. 140 Now, heav'n-born Charity! thy blessing shed, bowl In humble roofs make glad the needy soul. Lo! meagre Want uprears her sickly head; 145 150 Daniel Defoe 1659 (?)-1731 A TRUE RELATION OF THE APPARI- THE NEXT DAY AFTER HER DEATH, TO MRS. RECOMMENDS THE PERUSAL OF DRELIN- THE PREFACE This relation is matter of fact, and attended with such circumstances as may induce any reasonable man to believe it. It was sent by a gentleman, a justice of peace at Maidstone, 20 in Kent, and a very intelligent person, to his friend in London, as it is here worded; which discourse is attested by a very sober and understanding gentleman, who had it from his kinswoman, who lives in Canterbury, within a few doors of the house in which the within-named Mrs. Bargrave lived; and who he believes to be of so discerning a spirit, as not to be put upon by any fallacy, and who positively assured him that the whole matter 30 as it is related and laid down is really true, and what she herself had in the same words, as near as may be, from Mrs. Bargrave's own mouth, who, she knows, had no reason to invent and publish such a story, or any design 35 to forge and tell a lie, being a woman of much honesty and virtue, and her whole life a course, as it were, of piety. The use which we ought to make of it is to consider that there is a life to come after this, and a just God who will 40 retribute to every one according to the deeds done in the body, and therefore to reflect upon our past course of life we have led in the world; that our time is short and uncertain; and that if we would escape the punish45 ment of the ungodly and receive the reward of the righteous, which is the laying hold of eternal life, we ought, for the time to come to return to God by a speedy repentance, ceasing to do evil, and learning to do well; to seek after Proud coaches pass, regardless of the moan Of infant orphans, and the widow's groan, While charity still moves the walker's mind, His liberal purse relieves the lame and blind. Judiciously thy halfpence are bestow'd, Where the laborious beggar sweeps the road. Whate'er you give, give ever at demand, Nor let old age long stretch his palsied hand. Those who give late are importun'd each day, 50 God early, if haply He may be found of us, And still are teas'd because they still delay. If e'er the miser durst his farthings spare, He thinly spreads them through the public square, 155 160 Where, all beside the rail, rang'd beggars lie, his score, 7 Gutter. |