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These sons of zeal have I derided long,

This Fulham tried : who would to him advance But now begin to think the laughers wrong; A pound or crown, he gave in turn a chance Nay, my good uncle, by all teachers moved, For weighty prize ; and should they nothing share, Will be preferr'd to him who none approved ; They had their crown or pound in Fulham's ware ; Better to love amiss than nothing to have loved." Thus the old stores within the shop were sold Such were his thoughts, when Conscience first for that which none refuses, new or old. began

Was this unjust? yet Conscience could not rest, To hold close converse with th' awaken'd man: But made a mighty struggle in the breast • He from that time reserved and cautious grew, And gave th' aspiring man an early proof, And for his duties felt obedience due;

That should they war he would have work enough Pious he was not, but he fear'd the pain

“Suppose," said she, “ your vended numbers rise Of sins committed, nor would sin again.

The same with those which gain each real prize, Whene'er he stray'd, he found his Conscience (Such your proposal,) can you ruin shun?”— rose,

"A hundred thousand," he replied, “ to one."Like one determined what was ill t'oppose, “Still it may happen."—" I the sum must pay."What wrong l'accuse, what secret to disclose : “ You know you cannot."-" I can run away.” To drag forth every latent act to light,

“ That is dishonest.”—“ Nay, but you must wink And fix them fully in the actor's sight:

At a chance hit; it cannot be, I think.
This gave him trouble, but he still confess'd Upon my conduct as a whole decide,
The labour useful, for it brought him rest. Such trifling errors let my virtues hide ;

The uncle died, and when the nephew read Fail I at meeting ? am I sleepy there?
The will, and saw the substance of the dead- My purse refuse I with the priest to share ?
Five hundred guineas, with a stock in trade- Do I deny the poor a helping hand ?
He much rejoiced, and thought his fortune made; Or stop the wicked women in the Strand ?
Yet felt aspiring pleasure at the sight,

Or drink at club beyond a certain pitch ?
And for increase, increasing appetite :

Which are your charges ? Conscience, tell me Desire of profit, idle habits check'd,

which ?" (For Fulham's virtue was to be correct ;)

" "Tis well,” said she, “but-" “ Nay, I pray, He and his Conscience had their compact made

have done : “ Urge me with truth, and you will soon persuade ; Trust me, I will not into danger run." But not," he cried, " for mere ideal things

The lottery drawn, not one demand was made; Give me to feel those terror-breeding stings." Fulham gain'd profit and increase of trade. "Let not such thoughts," she said, “ your mind “See now," said he-for Conscience yet arose confound ;

" How foolish 'tis such measures to oppose : Trifles may wake me, but they never wound; Have I not blameless thus my siate advanced ?"In them indeed there is a wrong and right, " Still," mutter'd Conscience, still it might have But you will find me pliant and polite ;

chanced.”Not like a Conscience of the dotard kind,

· Might !” said our hero, “ who is so exact Awake to dreams, to dire offences blind :

As to inquire what might have been a fact ?” Let all within be pure, in all beside

Now Fulham's shop contain’d a curious view Be your own master, governor, and guide; Of costly trifles elegant and new : Alive to danger, in temptation strong,

The papers told where kind mammas might buy And I shall sloep our whole existence long." The gayest toys to charm an infant's eye ; *Sweet be thy sleep," said Fulham ; " strong Where generous beaux might gentle damsels please. must be

And travellers call who cross the land or seas, The tempting ill that gains access to me: And find the curious art, the neat device Never will I to evil deed consent,

Of precious value and of trifling price. Or, if surprised, O! how will I repent!

Here Conscience rested, she was find pleased to find,
Should gain be doubtful, soon would I restore No less an active than an honest mind;
The dangerous good, or give it to the poor, But when he named his price, and when he swore,
Repose for them my growing wealth shall buy- His conscience check'd him, that he ask'd no more
Or build—who knows !-an hospital like Guy?- When half he sought had been a large increase
Yet why such means to soothe the smart within, On fair demand, she could not rest in peace :
While firmly purposed to renounce the sin !" (Beside th' affront to call th' adviser in,

Thus our young Trader and his Conscience dwelt Who would prevent, to justify the sin ?)
In mutual love, and great the joy they felt; She therefore told him, that " he vainly tried
Bat yet in small concerns, in trivial things, To soothe her anger, conscious that he lied ;
“She was," he said, “ too ready with the stings;" If thus he grasp'd at such usurious gains,
And he too apt, in search of growing gains, He must deserve, and should expect her pains.”
To lose the fear of penalties and pains :

The charge was strong; he would in part con-
Yet these were trifling bickerings, petty jars,
Domestic strises, preliminary wars ;

Offence there was: but who offended less? He ventured little, little she expressid

“What! is a mere assertion call'd a lie ? Of indignation, and they both had rest.

And if it be, are men compell’d to buy ? Thus was he fix'd to walk the worthy way, 'Twas strange that Conscience on such points When profit urged him to a bold essay :

should dwell, A time was that when all at pleasure gamed While he was acting (he would call it) well : In lottery chances, yet of law unblamed;

He bought as others buy, he sold as others sell



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There was no fraud, and he demanded cause Thus will he ever bark," in peevish tone,
Why he was troubled, when he kept the laws ?" An elder cried ; “ the cur must have a bone."
My laws ?" sạid Conscience : “What,” said he, They then began to hint, and to begin
are thine ?

Was all they needed—it was felt within ; « Oral or written, human or divine ?

In terms less veil'd an offer then was made, Show me the chapter, let me see the text; Though distant still, it fail'd not to persuade; By laws uncertain subjects are perplex'd : More plainly then was every point proposed, Let me my finger on the statute lay,

Approved, accepted, and the bargain closed. And I shall feel it duty to obey."

Th' exulting paupers hail'd their friend's suc. “ Reflect,” said Conscience, “'twas your own

cess, desire

And bade adieu to murmurs and distress." That I should warn you-does the compact tire ? Alas! their friend had now superior light, Repent you this ? then bid me not advise, And, view'd by that, he found that all was right; And rather hear your passions as they rise ; There were no errors, the disbursements small; So you may counsel and remonstrance shun, This was the truth, and truth was due to all.” But then remember it is war begun;

And rested Conscience ? No! she would not And you may judge from some attacks, my friend, rest, What serious conflicts will on war attend." Yet was content with making a protest :

" Nay, but," at length the thoughtful man replied, Some acts she now with less resistance bore, "I say not that; I wish you for my guide ; Nor took alarm so quickly as before : Wish for your checks and your reproofs--but then Like those in towns besieged, who every ball Be like a Conscience of my fellow-men;

At first with terror view, and dread them all;
Worthy I mean, and mon of good report,

But, grown familiar with the scenes, they fear
And not the wretches who with Conscience sport: The danger less, as it approaches near;
There's Bice, my friend, who passes off his grease So Conscience, more familiar with the view
Of pigs for bears’, in pots a crown apiece ; Of growing evils, less attentive grew :
His Conscience never checks him when he swears Yet he who felt some pain, and dreaded more,
The fat he sells is honest fat of bears ;

Gave a peace-offering to the angry poor.
And so it is, for he contrives to give

Thus had he quiet; but the time was brief, A drachm to each—'tis thus that tradesmen live : From his new triumph sprang a cause of grief; Now why should you and I be overnice?

In office join'd, and acting with the rest, What man is held in more repute than Bice?" He must admit the sacramental test: Here ended the dispute ; but yet

'twas plain

Now, as a sectary, who had all his life, The parties both expected strife again :

As he supposed, been with the church at strife, Their friendship cool'd, he look'd about and saw (No rules of hers, no laws had he perused, Numbers who seem'd unshackled by his awe; Nor knew the tenets he by rote abused ;) While like a schoolboy he was threaten'd still, Yet Conscience here arose more fierce and strong, Now for the deed, now only for the will ;

Than when she told of robbery and wrong ; Here Conscience answer'd, “To thy neighbour's * Change his religion ! No! he must be sure guide

That was a blow no Conscience could endure." Thy neighbour leave, and in thine own confide.” Though friend to virtue, yet she ost abides

Such were each day the charges and replies, In early notions, fix'd by erring guides; When a new object caught the trader's eyes; And is more startled by a call from those, A vestry patriot, could he gain the name,

Than when the soulest crimes her rest oppose ; Would famous make him, and would pay the fame : By error taught, by prejudice misled, He knew full well the sums bequeath'd in charge She yields her rights, and fancy rules instead ; For schools, for alms-men, for the poor, were large; When Conscience all her stings and terror deals, Report had told, and he could feel it true, Not as truth dictates, but as fancy feels : That most unfairly dealt the trusted sew;

And thus within our hero's troubled breast, No partners would they in their office take, Crime was less torture than the odious test. Nor clear accounts at annual meetings make; New forms, new measures, he must now embrace, Aloud our hero in the vestry spoke

With sad conviction that they warr'd with grace; Of hidden deeds, and vow'd to draw the cloak; To his new church no former friend would come, It was the poor man's cause, and he, for one, They scarce preferr'd her to the church of Rome : Was quite determined to see justice done : But thinking much, and weighing guilt and gain, His foes affected laughter, then disdain,

Conscience and he commuted for her pain;
They too were loud and threatening, but in vain ; Then promised Fulham to retain his creed,
The pauper's friend, their foe, arose and spoke again: And their peculiar paupers still to feed;
Fiercely he cried, “Your garbled statements show Their auic room (in secret) to attend,
That you determino we shall nothing know; And not forget he was the preacher's friend;
But we shall bring your hidden crimes to light, Thus he proposed, and Conscience, troubled, tried,
G! ve you to shame, and to the poor their right.” And wanting peace, reluctantly complied.
Virtue like this might some approval ask,

Now care subdued, and apprehensions gone,
But Conscience sternly said, “You wear a mask !" In peace our hero went aspiring on;
"At least,” said Fulham, “if I have a view But short the period ;—soon a quarrel rose,
To serve myself, I serve the public too."

Fierce in the birth, and fatal in the close ;
Folham, though check'd, retain’d his former zeal. With times of truce between, which rather proved
And this the cautious rogues began to feel ; That both were weary, than that either loved

Fulham e'en now disliked the heavy thrall, His thoughts were grievous :

“ All that I possess And for her death would in his anguish call, From this vile bargain adds to my distress ; As Rome's mistaken friend exclaim'd, Let Carthage To pass a life with one who will not mend, fall!

Who cannot love, nor save, nor wisely spend, So felt our hero, so his wish express'd,

Is a vile prospect, and I see no end ; Against this powerful sprite_delenda est ;

For if we part, I must of course restore Rome in her conquest saw not danger near, Much of her money, and must wed no more. Freed from her rival, and without a fear;

Is there no way ?"-here Conscience rose in So, Conscience conquer'd, men perceive how free, power, But not how fatal such a state must be.

“O! fly the danger of this fatal hour; Fatal, not free our hero's ; foe or friend

I am thy Conscience, faithful, fond, and true, Conscience on him was destined to attend : Ah, Ay this thought, or evil must ensue ; She dozed indeed, grew dull, nor seem'd to spy Fall on thy knees, and pray with all thy soul, Crime following crime, and each of deeper dye ; Thy purpose banish, thy design control ; But all were noticed, and the reckoning time Let every hope of such advantage cease, With her account came on; crime following crime. Or never more expect a moment's peace." This, once a foe, now brother in the trust,

Th' affrighten'd man a due attention paid, Whom Fulham late described as fair and just, Folt the rebuke, and the command obey'd. Was the sole guardian of a wealthy maid,

Again the wife rebell'd, again express'd Placed in his power, and of his frown afraid : A love for pleasure, a contempt of rest; Not quite an idiot, for her busy brain

“She, whom she pleased, would visit, would Sought, by poor cunning, trifling points to gain;

receive Success in childish projects her delight,

Those who pleased her, nor deign to ask for leave." She took no heed of each important right.

One way there is," said he, “ I might contrive The friendly parties met: the guardian cried, Into a trap this foolish thing to drive : "I am too old ; my sons have each a bride : Who pleased her, said she ?-I'll be certain who-" Martha, my word, would make an easy wise ; “Take heed," said Conscience,“ what thou mean'st On easy terms I'll make her yours for life ;

to do: And then the creature is so weak and mild, Insnare thy wife?”—“Why, yes,” he must confess, She may be soothed and threatend as a child."- " It might be wrong, but there was no redress ; " Yet not obey," said Fulham, “ for your fools, Besides, to think,” said he, " is not to sin." Female and male, are obstinate as mules.”

Mistaken man!” replied the power within. Some points adjusted, these new friends agreed, No guest unnoticed to the lady came, Proposed the day, and hurried on the deed. He judged th' event with mingled joy and shame; “ 'Tis a vile act," said Conscience. “ It will Oft he withdrew, and seem'd to leave her free, prove,"

But still as watchful as a lynx was he ; Replied the bolder man, “ an act of love ;

Meanwhile the wife was thoughtless, cool, and gay, Her wicked guardian might the girl have sold And, without virtue, had no wish to stray. To endless misery for a tyrant's gold ;

Though thus opposed, his plans were not resign'd; Now may her life be happy, for I mean

“Revenge," said he, "will prompt that daring mind; To keep my temper even and serene."

Refused supplies, insulted and distress'd, • I cannot thus compound," the spirit cried, Enraged with me, and near a favourite guest" Nor have my laws thus broken and defied: Then will her vengeance prompt the daring deed, This is a fraud, a bargain for a wife;

And I shall watch, detect her, and be freed." Expect my vengeance, or amend your life.” There was a youth—but let me hide the name,

The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak; With all the progress of this deed of shame, She could not think, but would not cease to speak: He had his views--on him the husband cast This he forbade ; she took the caution ill,

His net, and saw him in his trammels fast. And boldly rose against his sovereign will ;

“ Pause but a moment, think what you intend," With idiot cunning she would watch the hour, Said the roused sleeper, “ I am yet a friend : When friends were present, to dispute his power : | Must all our days in enmity be spent ?" With tyrant craft, he then was still and calm, “No!" and he paused ;-") surely shall repent." But raised in private terror and alarm :

Then hurried on-the evil plan was laid, By many trials, she perceived how far

The wife was guilty, and her friend betray'd, To vex and tease, without an open war ;

And Fulham gain'd his wish, and for his will was And he discover'd that so weak a mind

paid. No art could lead, and no compulsion bind; Had crimes less weighty on the spirit press'd, The rudest force would fail such mind to tame, This troubled Conscience might have sunk to rest; And she was callous to rebuke and shame : And, like a foolish guard, been bribed to peace, Proud of her wealth, the power of law she knew, By a false promise, that offence should cease ; And would assist him in the spending too :

Past faults had seem'd familiar to the view, His threatening words with insult she defied, Confused if many, and obscure though true; To all his reasoning with a stare replied ;

And Conscience, troubled with the dull account, And when he beggd her to attend, would say, Had dropp'd her tale, and slumber'd o'er th’amount: • Attend I will, but let me have my way." But, struck by daring guilt, alert she rose, Nor rest had Conscience : While you merit Disturbid, alarm’d, and could no more repose ; pain,

All hopes of friendship and of peace were past, From me," she cried, " you seek redress in vain." | And every view with gloom was overcast.

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Hence, from that day, that day of shame and sin, “0! Conscience! Conscience! man's most faith. Arose the restless enmity within ;

ful friend, On no resource could Fulham now rely,

Him canst thou comfort, ease, relieve, defend ; Doom'd all expedients, and in vain, to try ; But if he will thy friendly checks forego, For Conscience, roused, sat boldly on her throne, Thou art, O! wo for me, his deadliest foe !" Watch'd every thought, attack'd the foe alone, And with envenom'd sting drew forth the inward

Expedients fail'd that brought relief before,

In vain his alms gave comfort to the poor,
Give what he would, to him the comfort came no

ADVICE; OR, THE 'SQUIRE AND THE PRIEST. Not prayer avail'd, and when (his crimes confess'd)

His hours fill'd up with riots, banquets, sportsHe felt some ease, she said, “ Are they redress'd ?

And never noted him in any study, You still retain the profit, and be sure,

Any retirement, any sequestration. Long as it lasts, this anguish shall endure."

Henry V. act i. sc. 1. Fulham still tried to soothe her, cheat, mislead;

I will converse with iron-witted fools, But Conscience laid her finger on the deed,

With unrespective boys; none are for me, And read the crime with power, and all that must Who look into me with considerate eyes. succeed :

Richard III, act iv. sc. 2 He tried t' expel her, but was sure to find

You crain these words into mine ears, against Her strength increased by all that he design'd; The stomach of my sense. Nor ever was his groan more loud and deep,

T'empest, act ii. sc. 1. Than when refresh'd she rose from momentary sleep.

Now desperate grown, weak, harass’d, and afraid, A WEALTHY lord of far-extended land, From new allies he sought for doubtful aid ; Had all that pleased him placed at his command; To thought itself he strove to bid adieu,

Widow'd of late, but finding much relief And from devotions to diversions flew;

In the world's comforts, he dismiss'd his grief; He took a poor domestic for a slave,

He was by marriage of his daughters eased, (Though Avarice grieved to see the price he gave ;) And knew his sons could marry if they pleased : Upon his board, once frugal, press'd a load Meantime in travel he indulged the boys, Of viands rich, the appetite to goad;

And kept no spy nor partner of his joys. The long-protracted meal, the sparkling cup,

These joys, indeed, were of the grosser kind, Fought with his gloom, and kept his courage up:

That fed the cravings of an earthly mind; Soon as the morning came, there met his eyes

A mind that, conscious of its own excess, Accounts of wealth, that he might reading rise ;

Felt the reproach his neighbours would express. To profit then he gave some active hours,

Long at th' indulgent board he loved to sit, Till food and wine again should renovate his Where joy was laughter, and profaneness wit; powers :

And such the guest and manners of the hall, Yet, spite of all defence, of every aid,

No wedded lady on the 'squire would call : The watchful foe her close attention paid ; Here reign'd a favourite, and her triumph gain'd In every thoughtful moment on she press'd, O'er other favourites who before had reign'd ; And gave at once her dagger to his breast ; Reserved and modest seem'd the nymph to be, He waked at midnight, and the fears of sin, Knowing her lord was charm’d with modesty ; As waters, through a bursten dam, broke in ; For he, a sportsman keen, the more enjoy'd, Nay, in the banquet, with his friends around, The greater value had the thing destroy'd. When all their cares and half their crimes were Our 'squire declared, that, from a wife released drown'd,

He would no more give trouble to a priest;
Would some chance act awake the slumbering fear, Seem'd it not then ungrateful and unkind,
And care and crime in all their strength appear: That he should trouble from the priesthood find ?
The news is read, a guilty victim swings,

The church he honour'd, and he gave the duo
And troubled looks proclaim the bosom-stings; And full respect to every son he knew :
Some pair are wed; this brings the wise in view, But envied those who had the luck to meet
And some divorced ; this shows the parting too ; A gentle pastor, civil and discreet;
Nor can he hear of evil word or deed,

Who never bold and hostile sermon penn'd,
But they to thought, and thought to sufferings lead. To wound a sinner, or to shame a friend ;

Such was his life : no other changes came, One whom no being either shunn'd or fear’d,
The hurrying day, the conscious night the same; Such must be loved wherever they appear'd
The night of horror, when he starting cried,

Not such the stern old rector of the time,
To the poor startled sinner at his side,

Who soothed no culprit, and who spared no crime, • Is it in law ? am I condemn'd to die?

Who would his fears and his contempt express Let me escape I'll give-O! let me fly For irreligion and licentiousness; How! but a dream-no judges! dungeon! chain! Of him our village lord, his guests among, Or these grim men !-I will not sleep again. By speech vindictive proved his feelings stung. Wilt thou, dread being ! thus thy promise keep? “ Were he a bigot,” said the 'squire," whose zeal Day is thy time—and wilt thou murder sleep? Condemn'd us all, I should disdain to feel; Sorrow and want repose, and wilt thou come, But when a man of parts, in college train'd, Nor give one hour of pure, untroubled gloom ? Prates of our conduct, who would not be pain'd

While he declaims (where no one dares reply) He to his favourite preacher now withdrew, On men abandon'd, grovelling in the sty

Was taught to teach, instructed to subdue ; (Like beasts in human shape) of shameless luxury. And train’d for ghostly warfare, when the call Yet with a patriot's zeal I stand the shock Of his new duties reach'd him from the hall. Of vile rebuke, example to his flock:

Now to the 'squire, although alert and stout,
But let this rector, thus severe and proud, Came unexpected an attack of gout;
Change his wide surplice for a narrow shroud, And the grieved patron felt such serious pain,
And I will place within his seat a youth, He never thought to see a church again :
Train'd by the Graces, to explain the truth ; Thrice had the youthful rector taught the crowd,
Then shall the flock with gentle hand be led, Whose growing numbers spoke his powers aloud,
By wisdom won, and by compassion fed.” Before the patron could himself rejoice

This purposed teacher was a sister's son, (His pain still lingering) in the general voice;
Who of her children gave the priesthood one ; For he imputed all this early fame
And she had early train'd for this employ To graceful manner, and the well-known name;
The pliant talents of her college boy :

And to himself assumed a share of praise,
At various times her letters painted all

For worth and talents he was pleased to raise. Her brother's views, the manners of the hall ; A month had flown, and with it fled disease; The rector's harshness, and the mischief made What pleased before, began again to please ; By chiding those whom preachers should per- Emerging daily from his chamber's gloom, suade:

found his old sensations hurrying home; This led the youth to views of easy life,

Then callid his nephew, and exclaim'd, “ My A friendly patron, an obliging wife ;

boy, His tithe, his glebe, the garden and the steed, Let us again the balm of life enjoy ; With books as many as he wish'd to read. The foe has left me, and I deem it right,

All this accorded with the uncle's will, Should he return, to arm me for the fight.' He loved a priest compliant, easy, still ;

Thus spoke the 'squire, the favourite nymph Sums he had often to his favourite sent,

stood by, “ To be," he wrote, “ in manly freedom spent ; And view'd the priest with insult in her eye : For well it pleased his spirit to assist

She thrice had heard him when he boldly spoke An honest lad, who scorn'd a Methodist."

On dangerous points, and fear'd he would revoke ; His mother, too, in her maternal care,

For James she loved not--and her manner told Bade him of canting hypocrites beware ;

“This warm affection will be quickly cold.” Who from his duties would his heart seduce, And still she fear'd impression might be made And make his talents of no earthly use.

Upon a subject nervous and decay'd ;
Soon must a trial of his worth be made, She knew her danger, and had no desire
The ancient priest is to the tomb convey'd ; Of reformation in the gallant 'squire ;
And the youth summon'd from a serious friend, And felt an envious pleasure in her breast
His guide and host, new duties to attend. To see the rector daunted and distress'd.

Three months before, the nephew and the 'squire Again the uncle to the youth applied ;
Saw mutual worth to praise and to admire ; Cast, my dear lad, that cursed gloom aside :
And though the one too early left his wine, There are for all things time and place; appear
The other still exclaim'd—"My boy will shine ; Grave in your pulpit, and be merry here:
Yes, I perceive that he will soon improve, Now take your wine ;-for woes a sure resource,
And I shall form the very guide I love;

And the best prelude to a long discourse."
Decent abroad, he will my name defend,

James half obey'd, but cast an angry eye And, when at home, be social, and unbend." On the fair lass, who still stood watchful by ;

The plan was specious, for the mind of James Resolving thus, “ I have my fears; but still
Accorded duly with his uncle's schemes:

I must perform my duties, and I will:
He then aspired not to a higher name

No love, no interest, shall my mind control,
Than sober clerks of moderate talents claim; Better to lose my comforts than my soul ;
Gravely to pray, and reverently to preach, Better my uncle's favour to abjure,
Was all he saw, good youth! within his reach. Than the upbraidings of my heart endure."
Thus may a mass of sulphur long abide

He took his glass, and then address'd the 'squire: Cold and inert, but to the flame applied,

“I feel not well, permit me to retire." Kindling it blazes, and consuming turns

The 'squire conceived that the ensuing day
To smoke and poison, as it boils and burns. Gave him these terrors for the grand essay,

James, leaving college, to a preacher stray'd ; When he himself should this young preacher try,
What callid, he knew not, but the call obey'd : And stand before him with observant eye ;
Mild, idle, pensive, ever led by those

This raised compassion in his manly breast,
Who could some specious novelty propose ; And he would send the rector to his rest:
Humbly he listen'd, while the preacher dwelt Yet first, in soothing voice—“A moment stay,
On touching themes, and strong emotions felt; And these suggestions of a friend obey :
And in this night was fix'd that pliant will Treasure these hints, if fame or peace you prize,
To one sole point, and he retains it still.

The bottle emptied, I shall close my eyes. At first his care was to himself confined ;

"On every priest a twofold care attends, Himself assured, he gave it to mankind :

To prove his talents, and ensure his friends, His zeal grew active ; honest, earnest zeal, First, of the first-your stores at once produce, And comfort dealt to him, he long'd to deal ; And bring your reading to its proper use :

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