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What frenzy makes of rev’rend grandsires Ecclesiastical drawcansirs !
Discretion 's to Polemic Courage The same as pepper to pease porridge ; * Which, when 'tis eat unpepper’d, gripes With flatulency mortal tripes ; And sets the chitterlingian clan + At variance in our inward man; Where, as our tubes intestine soak, Porridge excites pneumatic croak, Tuning to base or treble key 'em ; And discord fills peritonéum : Thus Zeal, not pepper'd with discretion, I To the evangelical profession Noxious alike, has often rent The bowels of th' Establishment:
* The better part of valour is discretion.
Shakspeare. Hen. IV. Part í. + A most irritable and contentious clan. See the relation of its fierce and tragical rencounter with Colonels Mawl-chitterling, and Cut-pudding, the younger; as given by Master Francis Rabelais, Book IV. c. xli. Vis consilî expers.
Hor. Od. Lib. III. Od. iv.
Each varying blast of doctrine vain
“ And keeps for her own pamper'd chits
* Who gives any thing to poor Tom? whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and through flame, hath laid knives under his pillow, and halters in his pew; set ratsbane by his porridge, &c.
Lear, Act III. Scene iv. + See Dr. Priestley's exultation while he is anticipating the overthrow of the Hierarchy, and the grand explosion of our Church Establishment by those trains of gunpowder which he has been properly disposing in order to blow up its old Building of Error and Superstition.
Priestley's Importance of Free Enquiry, &c. p. 40. &c.
Concludes to hide would be a scandal
Sectarians thus the church assail, (Losers are privileg’d to rail)
* Is a candle brought to be put under a bushel, or under a bed, and not to be set on a candlestic?
Luke iv, 22,
And sacrilegiously make sport
* See Baron Monchaussen's Travels.
t See the barbarous requisition which Ryance made to King Arthur, for his beard to serve (together with the beards of eleven vanquished princes) for fringe to his mantle.-Old Ballad. “When Arthur at Camelford kept his court royal.”—Percy.
I“ I fear,” said the late Lord Chesterfield, complaining of ill health and incapacity to Mrs. Ann Pitt—" I fear, Madam, that I am growing an old woman.”—“ I am glad of it, my Lord, I was afraid you were growing an old man, which, your Lordship knows to be a much worse thing.”
§ Of the evanescent nature of sublunary grandeur we have a melancholy exemplification in the fate of a Judge's cast-off Perriwig, whose decline and fall may be easily traced from the bench to the council-table, and from thence to the living blocks of under-sheriff, clerk of the court, and javelin-man, till it is at