Alike th' infernal and seraphic dreams And the fair form in graceful postures show. 150 161 "Sir, your address, so winning and so stealing.""And, dearest creature, you have so much feeling""Oh, my dear Miss, your sentiments divine "Are something exquisite, sublime, and fine.""Ab, Sir, with you to taste, without controul, "The feast of Reason, and the flow of soul! "Sure in one mould kind Nature form'd our hearts." "Miss, you have genius"-Oh, Sir, you have parts! "What transport were it, on some lonely steep, "With thee, my fair, to tend the fleecy sheep; "To listen to the soft Æolian lyre, "Or hear the cricket chirrup from the fire."- 170 "Oh, Damon, where you tread, contentment beams; "The wild a court, the cot a palace seems. "Supremely happy was that Age of Gold, "Ere Priests were known, or Licences were sold! "No parent's mandate then inspir'd a dread; "No marriage treaty was on sheep-skin spread !”Thus in a mental air-balloon they ride, Tow'ring o'er Prudence, and from Reason wide. Their first excursion is to Gretna-green, 180 Heav'n guard her youth from every touch of ill !— And give her, to reward the virtuous breast, 190 200 Thrice happy man! whom bounteous Heav'n ordains, To find such partner of his joys and pains. To find a treasure that in price outshines The richest jewel of Golconda's mines. Th' expanding bosom is with godhead fraught, Some spirit whispers to prophetic thought: "Thro' length of days, and all the social ties, "Miranda shall in worth and virtue rise; "And mild Devotion pour a steady light, "To guide her footsteps to the fair and right. "An Angel, soaring to the Sister Choir, "With temp'rate lustre, of etherial fire. "In converse with her Maker, may she find "The purest pleasure of the reas'ning mind." I know, Miranda, that with pious awe Thy youth was nurtur'd in thy Maker's Law; Parental care, from day to day, imprest The Gospel Precepts on thy tender breast. Thro' all exertions that thy doom may ask, Each arduous trial, every doubtful task; 210 Hold fast the words of peace, and never part THE TOBACCONIST. EPISTLE THE THIRD. Supposed to be written from a Poet to his Friend. { ARGUMENT OF THE POEM. Exordium-Dissuasives of the Author's Friend from writing Verse -unavailing-The Author determines to write-possest at first with high notions of the dignity of the poetical character and desire of future fame-Changes his way of thinking-wishes to render the profession of a Poet profitable-various projects for that purpose-Dedication and flattery of unworthy rich menfails-and why-He determines then, to cultivate and praise the Jews-in vain-Fruitless attempts in the horrible stile of the German-Resolves to write satire-Two popular models, at present Peter Pindar, and the Author of Pursuits of LiteratureDiscouragements to satirical writings-the cause-Proceeds to write for the Stage-Many rival candidates for public favourPerversion of public taste-Tries Tragedy and Comedy-succeeds in neither-Contemptuous spirit of the Managers-Ma nagers compared to giants in romance-ugly tricks of Managers --Disappointed in his hopes of encouragement from the Booksellers reflections on the occasion-Authors of birth and fashion -The practice of antient Poets who declaimed their own verses commended-Author wishes to imitate it-The Author reprobates the idea of becoming a minor Poet, as an introduction into the circles of soi disant wits-and readers-The Difficulty of writing, well under the pressure of poverty-and petty distresses. -Some reflections on the character of Alexander Pope-Friendly -invitation of a Tobacconist to reside with him--and become his Shopman-Author gladly accepts it—and renounces Poetry. WHILE my green years pursued, with idle aim, Full oft thy voice recall'd me from the train. The cares and sorrows printed on my brow, Th' incautious man that slumbers in it's shade. 10 20 Why have I swell'd the trump of epic song? What are the fruits of all my life's proud aim?— Looks down contemptuous on the man of rhymes.- 30 Then, earliest friend *, tho' proud and rash and young, My kindling bosom chose thee from the croud, * Me tibi supposui, &c. PERSIUS. 50 59 |