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THE POOR AND THEIR DWELLINGS.
Humili tecto contenta latet.
Omnes quibu' res sunt minu' secundæ, magi' sunt, nescio quo modo, Suspiciosi; ad contumeliam omnia accipiunt magis;
Propter suam impotentiam se semper credunt negligi.
Terent. in Adelph. Act 4. Scene 3.
Show not to the poor thy pride,
Let their home a cottage be;
Nor the feeble body hide
In a palace fit for thee;
Let him not about him see
Or a gate his boundary be,
Where nor friend or kinsman calls.
Let him not one walk behold,
That only one which he must tread,
Nor a chamber large and cold,
Where the aged and sick are led;
Better far his humble shed,
Humble sheds of neighbours by,
And the old and tatter'd bed,
To quit of torpid sluggishness the cave,
Thomson's Castle of Indolence.
The Method of treating the Borough Paupers-Many maintained at their own Dwellings-Some Characters of the Poor The School-mistress, when aged-The IdiotThe poor Sailor-The declined Tradesman and his Companion-This contrasted with the Maintenance of the Poor in a common Mansion erected by the HundredThe Objections to this Method: not Want, nor Cruelty, but the necessary Evils of this Mode-What they areInstances of the Evil-A Return to the Borough PoorThe Dwellings of these-The Lanes and By-ways-No Attention here paid to Convenience-The Pools in the Path-ways-Amusements of Sea-port Children- The Town-Flora-Herbs on Walls and vacant Spaces-A female Inhabitant of an Alley-A large Building let to several poor Inhabitants-Their Manners and Habits.
THE POOR AND THEIR DWELLINGS.
YES! we've our Borough-vices, and I know
"Our poor, how feed we?"-To the most we give
A social people whom they 've ever known,
With their own thoughts and manners like their own.
I see mine ancient letter-loving dame:
Learning, my child," said she, “shall fame command;
Learning is better worth than house or land—
"For houses perish, lands are gone and spent ;
"In learning then excel, for that's most excellent."
"And what her learning?"—"Tis with awe to look
If aught of mine have gain'd the public ear;
I labour'd on to reach the final zad?
Shall I not grateful still the dame survey,
But half our bench of wealthy, weighty men,
They own the matron as the leading cause,
And feel the pleasing debt, and pay the just applause:
To her own house is borne the week's supply;
Who hoards up silver shells for shining gold;
These he preserves, with unremitted care,
Near these a sailor, in that hut of thatch (A fish-boat's cabin is its nearest match), Dwells, and the dungeon is to him a seat,
Large as he wishes-in his view complete:
That hold his stores, have room for twice as much:
Lie all in view; no need has he for locks:
He makes (unask'd) their ports and business known,
You might as soon have made the steeple run:
And as the story verges to an end,
He'll wind from deed to deed, from friend to friend; He'll speak of those long lost, the brave of old,
As princes gen'rous and as heroes bold;
Then will his feelings rise, till you may trace