The usual sentence for the adulterer's crime:

He felt the deep, unutterable wo,

And to preserve the rightcous law unbroke,

And guard a son from darkness worse than death, Shared with that guilty son the sentence due.

Ye rich, ye gay, ye votaries of joy,
Who pleasure seek in every varied form,
And, ever seeking, run the countless round
Unsatisfied, approach this clearer spring;
O dare to taste, and tasting, to partake
The true delights of sweet domestic bliss:
Where eye meets eye, with pleasure ever new.
Nor disregard, ye parents, when I say

If you would see your race around you blest,
Welcome with open arms each loved return,
And climb about you with sincere embrace,
From tried experience, I advise you well,
Make home delightful; and your cheerful hearth

The scene of all your best, your richest joys;

With books well suited to the several tastes

To entertain, and cultivate the mind:

Nor think it takes from manly dignity

To join your offspring in each varied sport
Of childhood or of youth; so shall you find
Affection grow, progressive with their years.

And in a world allow'd so deep in crime, Revelling in blood, where war and carnage dire Have reign'd so long, commission'd to destroy In the divisions of this peopled earth, That scarce a family has 'scap'd a wound, As Parents, Widows, Orphans, weeping tell; It sure were wise in such a general wreck

To cultivate domestic bliss with care,

And fan th' expiring charities of life.

In the young bosom this bright virtue burns,
Where the well regulated mind displays
The fond regard, and duty sweetly prompts.
Nor need we call some bright example forth

To testify the force of filial love :
How many parents with delighted tongue,

And sensibility's bright starting tear,

Will own the rugged road of life's decline

Is smooth'd indeed when children faithful prove, Their fond attentions banishing each care?

Sweetly the cultur'd mind of Pope has told How much a filial fondness had endear'd

The sacred dust near his high groves entomb'd.
And when his mother's picture met his sight,
"A mother loved, a mother lost so long,"
Oh how melodiously did Cowper strike
His pensive lyre, and bid its melting tones
Vibrate the deep regrets his bosom felt!

Rich the example of fraternal love In patriarch Abram's highly favor'd race, When threatening famine rear'd its meagre front Around their home, and Jacob's sons went forth To Egypt's happier plains, and plenteous stores, Where Joseph reign'd with merited command; How yearn'd his bosom for the dear embrace, Their enmities forgot: beneath his state

He saw them prostrate bend; but well restrain'd

Each tender feeling of his generous heart

Till they had brought the brother of his love:
Then from their deep recess the briny tears
Burst their imprisonment, and forc'd their way
In copious torrents down his manly cheek.

And what is purest friendship's ardent flame,
But strong affection for the mind we love?
How stedfastly its sacred altars burnt,

By England's patriot band illumed, when Charles,
For bold resistance 'gainst despotic power,
Bid Russell bleed beneath the rugged axe;
How did he soar indignant 'bove his wrongs!
Fearless of death, his noble soul refus'd
The generous offers of the faithful friends,
Who would have shared his ignominious fate.

Monarchs were sent to guard the race they rule, To form the great design, and give it force; But when, unmindful of such high intent, They sway an iron sceptre, and pervert The honour'd forms of law to vilest end,

Resistance then becomes the virtuous deed,
The noble struggle, and the lofty aim.

And with what ardour burnt the patriot flame In Britain's sons, when Gallia's vaunting voice Proclaim'd aloud her purpose to invade Our happy land, despoil our peaceful homes, Deface our altars, and insult our God!

Europe seem'd trembling o'er our threaten'd fate;

Then sudden and alert the nation rose,

And with united force rush'd to the field,
Resolv'd to conquer or to perish there.
Insolent tyrant! where is now thy boast?

Where'er affection's standards are uprear'd,
Her votaries, strangers to all sordid cares,
Seek first the happiness of those they love,
Content, although they sacrifice their own;
Here female worth unrivall'd ever shines;

What though not form'd to dare the lofty heights,
To scale the heavens, to trace the comet's path,
With mathematic skill to measure stars,