And shrewd suspicions ran about the place,
“There was a compact”—I must leave the case.
But of the parties, had the fiend been one,

The business could not have been speedier done:
Still when a man has angled day and night,
The silliest gudgeons will refuse to bite :
So Swallow tried no more; but if they came
To seek his friendship, that remain'd the same:
Thus he retired in peace, and some would say
He'd balk'd his partner, and had learn'd to pray.
To this some zealots lent an ear, and sought

How Swallow felt, then said "a change is wrought:"
"Twas true there wanted all the signs of grace,
But there were strong professions in their place;
Then too, the less that men from him expect,
The more the praise to the converting sect;
He had not yet subscribed to all their creed,
Nor own'd a call, but he confess'd the need:
His acquiescent speech, his gracious look,
That pure attention, when the brethren spoke,
Was all contrition, he had felt the wound,
And with confession would again be sound.

True, Swallow's board had still the sumptuous treat;

But could they blame? the warmest zealots eat:
He drank-'twas needful his poor nerves to brace;
He swore 'twas habit; he was grieved-'twas grace:

What could they do a new-born zeal to nurse?
"His wealth's undoubted-let him hold our purse;
“He'll add his bounty, and the house we'll raise
"Hard by the church, and gather all her strays;
"We'll watch her sinners as they home retire,
"And pluck the brands from the devouring fire."
Alas! such speech was but an empty boast;
The good men reckon'd, but without their host;
Swallow, delighted, took the trusted store,
And own'd the sum: they did not ask for more,
Till more was needed; when they call'd for aid—
And had it ?—No, their agent was afraid;

"Could he but know to whom he should refund,

"He would most gladly-nay, he'd go beyond;
“But when such numbers claim'd, when some were gone,
"And others going-he must hold it on;

"The Lord would help them"-Loud their anger grew,
And while they threat'ning from his door withdrew,
He bow'd politely low, and bade them all adieu.
But lives the man by whom such deeds are done?

Yes, many

such-but Swallow's race is run;

s name is lost,-for though his sons have name, It is not his, they all escape the shame;

Nor is there vestige now of all he had,

His

means are wasted, for his heir was mad:

Still we of Swallow as a monster speak,

A hard bad man, who prey'd upon the weak.

THE BOROUGH.

LETTER VIL

PROFESSIONS-PHYSIC.

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He fell to juggle, cant, and cheat
For as those fowls that live in wate
Are never wet, he did but matter;
Whate'er he labour'd to appear,
His understanding still was dear
A paltry wretch he had half-warved
That him in place of zany served
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