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Grew tremulous, and mov'd derifion more

Than rev'rence in perverfe rebellious youth.
So colleges and halls neglected much

Their good old friend; and Difcipline at length,
O'erlook'd and unemploy'd, fell fick and died.
Then study languifh'd, emulation flept,

And virtue fled. The fchools became a scene
Of folemn farce, where Ignorance in ftilts,
His cap well lin❜d with logic not his own,

With parrot tongue perform'd the fcholar's part,
Proceeding foon a graduated dunce.

Then compromise had place, and scrutiny

Became stone-blind; precedence went in truck,
And he was competent whofe purse was so.

A diffolution of all bonds enfued;

The curbs, invented for the mulish mouth

Of head-strong youth, were broken; bars and bolts Grew rufty by difufe; and maffy gates

Forgot their office, op'ning with a touch;

'Till gowns at length are found mere masquerade,

The taffell'd cap and the spruce band a jest,
A mock'ry of the world! What need of these
For gamesters, jockeys, brothellers impure,
Spendthrifts, and booted sportsmen, oft’ner seen
With belted waist and pointers at their heels
Than in the bounds of duty? What was learn'd,
If aught was learn'd in childhood, is forgot;
And fuch expense as pinches parents blue,
And mortifies the lib'ral hand of love,

Is fquander'd in pursuit of idle sports
And vicious pleasures; buys the boy a name,
That fits a ftigma on his father's house,
And cleaves through life infeparably close

To him that wears it. What can after-games

Of riper joys, and commerce with the world,

The lewd vain world, that muft receive him foon,

Add to fuch erudition, thus acquir'd,

Where science and where virtue are profefs'd?

They may confirm his habits, rivet fast

His folly, but to spoil him is a task

That bids defiance to th' united pow'rs

Of fashion, diffipation, taverns, stews..
Now, blame we moft the nurflings or the nurfe?
The children, crook'd, and twifted, and deform'd,
Through want of care; 'or her, whose winking eye
And flumb'ring ofcitancy mars the brood?
The nurfe no doubt. Regardlefs of her charge,
She needs herself correction; needs to learn,
That it is dang❜rous fporting with the world,
With things fo facred as a nation's truft,
The nurture of her youth, her deareft pledge.

All are not fuch. I had a brother once-
Peace to the mem'ry of a man of worth,
A man of letters, and of manners too!
Of manners sweet as virtue always wears,
When gay good-nature dreffes her in fmiles.
He grac'd a college *, in which order yet

*Ben'et Coll. Cambridge.

Was facred; and was honour'd, lov'd, and wept,
By more than one, themfelves confpicuous there.

Some minds are temper'd happily, and mixt
With fuch ingredients of good fenfe and tafte

Of what is excellent in man, they thirst

With fuch a zeal to be what they approve,

That no restraints can ci cumfcribe them more

Than they themselves by choice, for wifdom's fake;

Nor can example hurt them. What they fee

Of vice in others but enhancing more

The charms of virtue in their just esteem.
If fuch escape contagion, and emerge

Pure, from fo foul a pool, to fhine abroad,
And give the world their talents and themselves,
Small thanks to thofe whofe negligence or floth
Expos'd their inexperience to the fnare,
And left them to an undirected choice.

See, then, the quiver broken and decay'd,

In which are kept our arrows! Rufting there

In wild disorder, and unfit for use,

What wonder if, discharg'd into the world,

They shame their shooters with a random flight,
Their points obtufe, and feathers drunk with wine!
Well may the church wage unfuccessful war,
With fuch artill'ry arm'd. Vice parries wide
Th' undreaded volley with a fword of ftraw,
And ftands an impudent and fearless mark.

Have we not track'd the felon home, and found

His birth-place and his dam? The country mourns-
Mourns, because ev'ry plague that can infest
Society, and that faps and worms the base
Of th' edifice that policy has rais'd,

Swarms in all quarters; meets the eye, the ear,
And fuffocates the breath at ev'ry turn.
Profufion breeds them; and the cause itself
Of that calamitous mifchief has been found:
Found, too, where moft offenfive, in the skirts
Of the rob'd pedagogue! Elfe, let th' arraign'd

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