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THE POOR OF THE BOROUGH.
Nam dives qui fieri vult,
Juvenal. Sat. 14.
Nocte brevem si fortè indulsit cura soporem,
Juvenal. Sat. 13.
The Parish-Clerk began his Duties with the late Vicar, a
grave and austere Man; one fully orthodox; a Detecter and Opposer of the Wiles of Satan-His Opinion of his own Fortitude—The more frail offended by these Professions-His good Advice gives further Provocation—They invent Stratagems. to overcome his Virtue—His Triumph -He is yet not invulnerable: is assaulted by Fear of Want, and Avarice—He gradually yields to the Seduction-He reasons with himself and is persuaded—He offends, but with Terror; repeats his Offence; grows familiar with Crime; is detected—His Sufferings and Death.
With our late vicar, and his age
There was indeed a frown, a trick of state
Still 'twas allow'd that he should so behave
This book-taught man, to man's first foe profess'd
“ Me has the sly seducer oft withstood," Said pious Jachin,“ but he gets no good; “ I pass the house where swings the tempting sign, “ And pointing, tell him, . Satan, that is thine: I
pass the damsels pacing down the street, " And look more
and solemn when we meet; 66 Nor doth it irk me to rebuke their smiles, “ Their wanton ambling and their watchful wiles : “ Nay, like the good John Bunyan, when I view “ Those forms, I'm angry at the ills they do; “ That I could pinch and spoil, in sin's despite, “ Beauties! which frail and evil thoughts excite*.
• John Bunyan, in one of the many productions of his zeal, has ventured to make public this extraordinary sentiment, which the frigid piety of our clerk so readily adopted.
“ At feasts and banquets seldom am I found,
No wonder Satan took the thing amiss,
eye; For he pursued a fish who led the fry.
With his own peace our clerk was not content, He tried, good man! to make his friends repent.
Nay, nay, my friends, from inns and taverns fly; “ You may suppress your thirst, but not supply: “ A foolish proverb says, “ the devil 's at home;' “ But he is there, and tempts in every room: " Men feel, they know not why, such places please; “ His are the spells—they ’re idleness and ease; “ Magic of fatal kind he throws around, 66 Where care is banish'd but the heart is bound.
“ Think not of beauty; when a maid you meet, “ Turn from her view and step across the street; " Dread all the sex: their looks create a charm, “ A smile should fright you and a word alarm :