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To pitch the ball into the grounded hat,
Or drive it devious with a dextrous pat-
The pleasing spectacle at once excites
Such recollection of our own delights,
That, viewing it, we seem almost t obtain
Our innocent sweet simple years again.
This fond attachment to the well known places,
Whence first we started into life's long race,
Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway,
We feel it ev’n in age, and at our latest day.
Hark! how the sire of chits, whose future share
Of classic food begins to be his care,
With his own likeness plac'd on either knee,
Indulges all a father's heartfelt glee ;
And tells them, as he strokes their silver locks,
That they must soon learn Latin, and to box ;
Then, turning, he regales his list’ning wife

His skill in coachmanship, or driving chaise, '
In bilking tavern bills, and spouting plays; .
What shifts he us'd, detected in a scrape,
How he was flogg'd, or had the luck t escape ;
What sums he lost at play, and how he sold
Watch, seals, and all-till all his pranks are told.
Retracing thus his frolics, ('tis a name
That palliates deeds of folly and of shame)
He gives the local bias all its sway ;
Resolves that where he play'd his sons shall play,
And destines their bright genius to be shown
Just in the scene where he display'd his own.

The meek and bashful boy will soon be taught To be as bold and forward as he ought ; The rude will scuffle through with ease enough, Great schools suit best the sturdy and the rough. Ah, happy designation, prudent choice, Th’ event is sure, expect it and rejoice! Soon see your wish fulfill'd in either child The pert made perter, and the tame made wild. The great, indeed, by titles, riches, birth, Excus'd th' incumbrance of more solid worth, Are best dispos'd of where with most success They may acquire that confident address, Those habits of profuse and lewd expense, That scorn of all delights but those of sense, Which, though in plain plebeians we condemn, With so much reason all expect from them. But families of less illustrious fame, Whose chief distinction is their spotless name, Whose heirs, their honours none, their income small, Must shine by true desert, or not at all What dream they of, that with so little care They risk their hopes, their dearest treasure, there? They dream of little Charles or William grac’d With wig prolix, down-flowing to his waist; They see th attentive crowds his talents draw, They hear him speak-the oracle of law! The father, who designs his babe a priest, Dreams him episcopally such at least; And, while the playful jockey scours the room Briskly, astride upon the parlour broom,

In fancy sees him more superbly ride In coach with purple lin'd, and mitres on its side. Events improbable and strange as these, Which only a parental eye foresees, A public school shall bring to pass with ease. But how? resides such virtue in that air As must create an appetite for pray'r ? And will it breathe into him all the zeal That candidates for such a prize should feel, To take the lead and be the foremost still In all true worth and literary skill ? “ Ah, blind to bright futurity, untaught “ The knowledge of the world, and dull of thought ! “ Church ladders are not always mounted best “ By learned clerks and Latinists profess’d. “ Th’ exalted prize demands an upward look, “ Not to be found by poring on a book. “ Small skill in Latin, and still less in Greek, “ Is more than adequate to all I seek. « Let erudition grace him or not grace, “ I give the bawble but the second place ; “ His wealth, fame, honours, all that I intend, « Subsist and centre in one point--a friend !

“ Shall give him consequence, heal all defects. “ His intercourse with peers, and sons of peers, “ There dawns the splendour of his future years; “ In that bright quarter his propitious skies * Shall blush betimes, and there his glory rise.

Your Lordship, and Your Grace! what school can

teach • A rhet'ric equal to those parts of speech ? “ What need of Homer's verse or Tully's prose, “ Sweet interjections ! if he learn but those ? “ Let reverend churls his ignorance rebuke, “ Who starve upon a dog's-ear'd Pentateuch, “ The Parson knows enough who knows a duke.”.) Egregious purpose ! worthily begun In barb'rous prostitution of your son ; Press’d on his part by means that would disgrace A scriv'ner's clerk or footman out of place, And ending, if at last its end be gain’d, In sacrilege, in God's own house profan'd! It may succeed ; and, if his sins should call For more than common punishment, it shall; The wretch shall rise, and be the thing on earth Least qualified in honour, learning, worth, To occupy a sacred, awful post, In which the best and worthiest tremble most. The royal letters are a thing of course A king, that would, might recommend his horse ; And deans, no doubts, and chapters with one voice, As bound in duty, would confirm the choice. Behold your bishop! well he plays his part Christian in name, and infidel in heart,

A slave at court, elsewhere a lady's man!
Dumb as a senator, and, as a priest,
A piece of mere church-furniture at best ;

To live estrang'd from God his total scope,
And his end sure, without one glimpse of hope !
But, fair although and feasible it seem,
Depend not much upon your golden dream ;
For Providence, that seems concern'd t exempt
The hallow'd bench from absolute contempt,
In spite of all the wrigglers into place,
Still keeps a seat or two for worth and grace ;
And therefore 'tis, that, though the sight be rare,
We sometimes see a Lowth or Bagot there.
Besides, school-friendships are not always found,
Though fair in promise, permanent and sound;
The most disintrested and virtuous minds,
In early years connected, time unbinds ;
New situations give a diff'rent cast
Of habit, inclination, temper, taste ;
And he, that seem'd our counterpart at first,
Soon shows the strong similitude revers’d.
Young heads are giddy, and young hearts are warm,
And make mistakes for manhood to reform.
Boys are at best but pretty buds unblown,
Whose scent and hues are rather guess'd than known;
Each dreams that each is just what he appears,
But learns his error in maturer years,
When disposition, like a sail unfurl'd,
Shows all its rents and patches to the world.
If therefore, ev'n when honest in design,
A boyish friendship may so soon decline,
"Twere wiser, sure, t' inspire a little heart
With just abhorrence of so mean a part,

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