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And who shall say where guided? to what seats
In that sad time of many a dismal scene
Had leagued with petty pilferers, and had crept
And that once lost, the wretch was cast aside:
By these rejected, is there lot so strange,
Thus was he found: the master of a hoy
All shame, and humbly for his aid applied:
And his small boon with cheerful frankness dealt;
Who told, nor shame forbade him, all the truth.
Young Frederick Thompson to a chandler's shop "By harlots order'd and afraid to stop!—
"What! our good merchant's favourite to be seen
But time was lost, inquiry came too late,
Then nature (pointing to the only spot Which still had comfort for so dire a lot,) Although so feeble, led him on the way, And hope look'd forward to a happier day:
He thought, poor prodigal! a father yet
As near the road he sought an hour's repose.
And there he found it: he had left the town, But buildings yet were scatter'd up and down; To one of these, half-ruin'd and half-built, Was traced this child of wretchedness and guilt; There on the remnant of a beggar's vest, Thrown by in scorn! the sufferer sought for rest; There was this scene of vice and wo to close, And there the wretched body found repose.
THE ALMS-HOUSE AND TRUSTEES.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
There are a sort of men whose visages
Merchant of Venice.
Sum felix; quis enim neget? felixque manebo;