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O! yet those gleams of joy display,
Which brightening glow'd in Fancy's ray When, near thy lucid urn reclined, The Dryad, Nature, bared her breast. And left, in naked charms imprest, Her image on my mind.
In vain—the maids of Memory fair
No more in golden visions play;
No Delia's smile approves my lay.
And in thy breast this mortal find; That life, Ujo' stain'd with sorrow's showeri, Shall flow serene, while Virtue poura
Her sunshine on the mind.
Kenrick's memory will be perpetuated by the slight merltion which Goldsmith makes of him in his Poem of "Retaliation," his own efforts were not the best directed for the accomplishment of that purpose ; for he lived in a state of warfare, and died unregretted by his contemporaries.
the Force of Prejudice
The Hint from Helvetius.
Once on a time, or story lies,
Where lived a tribe of mortals black,
The comely God, well-shaped and fair,
March'd forward with a graceful air;
While, gathering round, the gaping throng
Wonder'd, and hooted him along.
This gave a kick, and that a thump;
All crying, W cere's the fellow'* hump?
The females too, among the rest,
Their detestation had express'd;
While luscious jokes were cut and crack'd.
To see a man so slender back'd;
Eager each flirt to have a fling,
At such a pale faced ugly thing.
Nay, heaven knows where their taunts had ended.
If fate the God had not befriended.
But so, it chanced, a sober sage
Advanced, revered for sense and age;
Made wise by time and observation,
His knowledge gleaned from every nation;
He whites had seen, as well as bLcks,
No mountains bearing on their backs;
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And knew, from reason consequential, Colour and form, were not essential. Yet still too wise to call in doubt The wisdom of the rabble rout: He thus, the stranger to protect, Address'd the mob with due respect. "O give, my friends, your insults o'er, "Nor vex this hapless creature more: "What tho' before our eyes we see "A lump of fair deformity; "Not e'en a mole-hill on his shoulder, '* To captivate one black beholder; "But like an unshape I log he stands, "Unfinish'd left by Nature's hands; "Yet rrjock him not, in cruel pride, "For wanting what the Gods deny'd: "'Tis affectation makes the fool; '* No object this of ridicule. "It might have been your fate or mine, "To want the hnmnn hump divine; "And each of us, an ugly sight, "Might have flat-shoulder'd been and white "If therefore heaven, to us so kind, "Give the p'otub ranee behind, "Thanks to the Gods with fervour pray, "But send this wretch unhurt away."
The mob on every word intent,
"On earth a welcome wouldst thou find,
"Go hence and learn to know mankind.
"In other lands thy form and face,
"May challenge comliness and grace;
"But here to beauty are we blind,
"If wanting of a hump behind.
"Thus every nation, every tribe,
"Peculiar sentiments imbibe;
"And beauty, virtue, sense, lay claim
"To little more than empty name;
"Varied in every clime and nation,
"As suits the general situation.
"Hence, judging each by different rules,
"They think each other knaves or fools;
"While no defect or vice is known,
"Unless it differs from their own.
"To turn the shafts of scorn aside,
Then take this maxim for your guide: "Go where you will, be sure to wear "The general hump die people bear: