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"And is it thus in courtly life (he cries)
"That man to man acts a betrayer's part?
"And dares he thus the gifts of Heaven pervert,
"Each focial inftinct and fublime defire !
"Hail poverty! if honour, wealth, and art,
"If what the great pursue, and learn'd admire,
Thus diffipate and quench the foul's ethereal fire!"

SE C T. LIX.

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ON THE UTILITY OF SCIENCE.

I.

"TWAS from Philofophy man learn'd to tame
The foil by plenty to intemperance fed.

Lo, from the echoing ax, and thundering flame,
Poison and plague and yelling rage are fled.

The waters, bursting from their slimy bed,
Bring health and melody to every vale :

And, from the breezy main and mountain's head,
Ceres and Flora, to the funny dale,

To fan their glowing charms invite the fluttering gale.

II.

What dire neceffities on every hand

Our art, our strength, our fortitude require!
Of foes inteftine what a numerous band

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.

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'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.

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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 :
And, fhameful to tell! pulpit, benches, and pews,
Form'd cupboards and fhelves, for plates, faucepans
and stews.

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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:

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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,
Whofe Levites were fcullions, his high-prieft a cook;
And thought he defign'd our religion to alter,
When they faw the burnt-offering smoke at the altar.

VII.

The bell's folemn found that was heard far and near,
And oft rous'd the chaplain unwilling to pray'r,
No more to good fermons now fummons the finner,
But blafphemous rings in-the country to dinner.

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,
Refolving to give his lay brother a lecture;
But he scarce had begun, when he faw plac'd before them
A haunch piping hot from the Sandum San&orum.

X.

“Troth!" quoth he, "I find no great fin in the plan,
"What was useless to God-to make useful to man:
"Besides, 'tis a true Christian duty, we read,
“The poor and the hungry with good things to feed.”

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XI.

Then again on the walls he bestow'd confecration;
But referv'd the full right of a free vifitation;

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,
To hold her council in the pantry;
Or with prophetic foul foretelling
"The peafe will boil well by the fhelling;
Or bustling in her private closet,
Prepare her Lord his morning poffet ;
And while the hallow'd mixture thickens
Signing death-warrants for the chickens,
Elfe, greatly penfive, poring o'er
Accounts her cook had thumb'd before;

One eye caft up on that great book
Yelepp'd the family receipt-book,

By which she's rul'd in all her courses,
From ftewing figs to drenching horses.

Then pans and pickling fkillets rife

In dreadful luftre to our eyes!

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