"And is it thus in courtly life (he cries) SE C T. LIX. 1 ON THE UTILITY OF SCIENCE. I. "TWAS from Philofophy man learn'd to tame Lo, from the echoing ax, and thundering flame, The waters, bursting from their slimy bed, And, from the breezy main and mountain's head, To fan their glowing charms invite the fluttering gale. II. What dire neceffities on every hand Our art, our strength, our fortitude require! Against this little throb of life confpire! Yet Science can elude their fatal ire Awhile, and turn afide Death's level'd dart, Sooth the sharp pang, allay the fever's fire; And brace the nerves once more, and cheer the heart, And yet a few soft nights and balmy days impart. III. III. Nor lefs to regulate man's moral frame Science exerts her all-compofing fway. Flutters thy breast with fear, or pants for fame, Or pines to Indolence and Spleen a prey, Or Avarice, a fiend more fierce than they? Flee to the fhade of Academus' grove; Where cares moleft not, discord melts away In harmony, and the pure paffions prove How sweet the words of truth breath'd from the lips of love. IV. What cannot Art and Induftry perform, When Science plans the progrefs of their toil ! They fmile at penury, disease, and ftorm, And oceans from their mighty mounds recoil, When tyrants fcourge, or demagogues embroil A land, or when the rabble's headlong rage Order transforms to anarchy and spoil; Deep verfed in man, the philofophic Sage Prepares with lenient hand their phrenzy to affuage. V. 'Tis he alone, whofe comprehenfive mind, From fituation, temper, foil, and clime Explor'd, a nation's various powers can bind And various orders, in one form fublime Of polity, that, midst the wrecks of time Secure fhall lift its head on high, nor fear Th' affault of foreign or domestic crime; While public faith, and public love fincere, And Industry and Law maintain their sway fevere. DR. BEATTIE. F 3 VERSES ON CONVERTING THE CHAPEL TO Á KITCHEN, AT THE SEAT OF THE LORD DONNERAYLE, CALLED THE GROVE, IN HERTFORDSHIRE. I. BY Ovid, among other wonders, we're told What chanc'd to Philemon and Baucis of old; How their cot to a temple was conjur'd by Jove: So a chapel was chang'd to a kitchen at Grove. II. The Lord of the manfion moft rightly conceiting, His guests lov'd good pray'rs much less than good eating; And poffefs'd by the Devil, as fome folks will tell ye, What was meant for the foul, he affign'd to the belly. III. The word was scarce giv'n-when down dropp'd the clock, And ftrait was feen fix'd in the form of a jack : Pray'r-books turn'd to platters; nor think it a fable, A dreffer fprung out of the communion table; Which, instead of the usual repast, bread and wine, Is ftor'd with rich foups, and good English firloin. V. No fire, but what pure devotion could raise, Till now, had been known in this temple to blaze: But -4 But, good Lord! how the neighbours around did admire, When a chimney_rose up in the room of a spire! VI. For a Jew many people the master mistook, VII. The bell's folemn found that was heard far and near, VIII. When my good Lord the Bishop had heard the ftrange ftory, How the place was profan'd that was built to G's glory; Full of zeal he cried out, "Oh, how impious the deed, "To cram Chriftians with pudding inftead of the creed!" IX. Then away to the Grove hied the church's protector, X. “Troth!" quoth he, "I find no great fin in the plan, F 4 ΧΙ XI. Then again on the walls he bestow'd confecration; Thus 'tis ftill the Lord's house-only varied the treat: Now there's meat without grace-where was grace without meat. S E C T. LXI. ANON. HUMOROUS DESCRIPTION OF A DOMESTIC LADY. WE fee the dame in rustic pride, A bunch of keys to grace her fide, Stalking across the well-fwept entry, One eye caft up on that great book By which she's rul'd in all her courses, Then pans and pickling fkillets rife In dreadful luftre to our eyes! |