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How! leap into the pit our life to save ?
To save our life leap all into the
For can we find it less ? Contemplate first
The depth how awful ! falling there, we burst;
Or should the brambles, interpos'd, our fall
In part abate, that happiness were fmall;
For with a race like theirs no chance I see
Of peace or ease to creatures clad as we.
Mean time, noise kills not. Be it Dapple’s bray,
Or be it not, or be it whose it may,
And rush those other sounds, that seem by tongues
Qf dæmons utter'd, from whatever lungs,
Sounds are but sounds, and till the cause appear;.
We have at least commodious standing here ;
Come' fiend, come fury, giant, monfter, blast
From earth or Hell, we can but plunge at lat.
While thus the fpake, I fainter heard the peals,
For Reynard, close attended at his heels
By panting dog, tir'd man, and spatter'd horse,
Through mere good fortune took a diff'rent course :
The flock grew calm again, and I, the road
Following that led me to my own abode,
Much wonder'd that the filly sheep had found
Such cause of terrour in an empty sound,
So sweet to huntsinan, gentleman, and hound.
Beware of defp'rate steps. The darkest day (Live till tomorrow) will have pass'd away.
THE MODERN RAKE'S PROGRESS.
The young Tobias was his father's joy;
He train’d him as he thought, to deeds of praise,
He taught him virtue, and he taught him truth,
And sent him early to a public school.
Here as it seem'd (but he had none to blame)
Viriue forfook him, and habitual vice
Grew in her stead. He laugh'd at honesty,
Became a sceptic, and could raise a doubt
E’en of dis father's truth. 'Twas idly done
To tell him of another world, for wits
Knew better; and the only good on earth
Was pleasure; not to follow that was fin.
• Sure he that made us, made us to enjoy;
• And why," said he, 'should my fond father prate
• Of virtue and religion? They afford
• No joys, and would abridge the scanty few
"Of nature. Nature be my deity,
• Her let me worship, as herfe f enjoins,
• At the full board of plen y.' Thoughtless boy!
So to a libertine he grew, a wit,
A man of honour, boastful empty names
That dignify the villain. Seldom feen,
And when at home under a cautious mask
Concealing the lewd soul, his father thought
grew in wisdom, as he grew
He fondly deem'd he could perceive the growth
Of goodness and of learning shooting up,
Like the young offspring of the shelter'd hop,
Unusual progress in a summer's night.
He callid him home, with great applause dismiss'd
By his glad tutors-gave him good advice
Bless'd him, and bade him prosper. With warm heart
He drew his purse-strings, and the utmost doit
Pour'd in the youngster's palm. 'Away,' he cries,
· Go to the seat of learning, boy. Be good,
• Be wife, be frugal, for 'tis all I can.'
I will,' said Toby, as he hang’d the door,
And wink'd, and snapp'd his finger, Sir, I will.'
So joyful he to Alma Mater went
A flurdy fresh man. See him just arrivid,
Receiv'd, matriculated, and refolv’d
To drown his freshness.in a pipe of port.
Quick, Mr. Vintner, twenty dozen more ;
• Some claret, too. Here's to our friends at home.
There let them dose. Be it our nobler aim
« 'To live where stands the bottle?' Then to towa
Hies the gay spark for fucile purposes,
And deeds my bashful muse disclaims to name,
From town to college, till a fresh supply
Send him again from college up to town..
The tedious interyal the mace and cue,
The tennis-court and racket, the slow lounge
From street to street, the badger-hunt, the race,
The rame, the excursion, and the dance,
Ices and foups, dice, and the bes at whist,
Serve well enough to fill. Grievous accounts
The weekly post to the vex'd parent brings
Of college impositions, heavy dues,
Demands enormous, which the wicked son
Declares he does his utmost to prevent.
So, blaming with good cause the vast expense,
Bill after bill he sends, and pens the draught
Till the full ink-horn fails. With grateful heart
Toby receives, short leave of absence begs,
Obtains it by a lie, gallops away,
And no one knows what charming things are doing,
Till the gulld boy returns without his pence,
And prates of deeds unworthy of a brute.
Vile deeds, but such as in these polish'd day's
None blames or hides.
So Toby fares, nor heeds
Till terms are wasted, and the proud degree,
Soon purchasu, comes his learned toils to crown.
He swears, and swears he knows not what, nor cares,
Becomes a perjur'd graduate, and thinks soon
To be a candidate for orders. Ah!
Vain was the hope. Though many a wolf as fell
Deceive the shepherd, and devour the flock,
Thou none shalt injure. On a luckless day,
Withdrawn to taste the pleasures of the town,
Heated with wine, a vehement dispute
With a detefted rival shook the roof:
He penn'd a challenge, sent it, fought, and fell.
KNOW no two words that have been more abused by the different and wrong interpretations hich are put upon them, than these two, Modesty and Assurance. To say, such a one is a modest man, fometiines indeed passes for a good character; but at present is very often used to fignify a sheepish awkward fellow, who has neither good breeding, politeness, nor any knowledge of the world.
AGAIN, a man of assurance, though at first it only denoted a person of a free and open carriage, is now very usually applied to a profligate wretch, who can break through all the rules of decency and morality without a blush.
I SHAL[ endeavour, therefore, in this essay, to restore these words to their true meaning, to prevent the idea of Modesty from heing confounded with that of Theepishness, and to hinder impudence from paffing for Affurance.
If I was put to define Modesty, I would call it, The reflection of an ingenuous mind, either when a man has committed an action for which he censures himself, or fancies that he is exposed to the censure of others.
For this reason a man truly modest is as much so when he is alone as in company, and as subject to a hlush in his closet, as when the eyes of multitudes are upon