Declin'd at length into the vale of years: Their good old friend; and Discipline at length, Then compromise had place, and scrutiny The curbs invented for the mulish mouth Of headstrong youth were broken; bars and bolts Where science and where virtue are profess'd? Now blame we most the nurslings or the nurse? The children crook'd, and twisted, and deform'd, Through want of care; or her, whose winking eye And slumb'ring oscitancy mars the brood? The nurse no doubt. Regardless of her charge, She needs herself correction; needs to learn, That it is dang'rous sporting with the world, With things so sacred as a nation's trust, The nurture of her youth, her dearest pledge. All are not such. I had a brother oncePeace 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 dresses her in smiles. He grac'd a college*, in which order yet Was sacred; and was honour'd, lov'd, and wept, By more than one, themselves conspicuous there. Some minds are temper'd happily, and mix'd With such ingredients of good sense, and taste Of what is excellent in man, they thirst With such a zeal to be what they approve, That no restraints can circumscribe them more Than they themselves by choice, for wisdom's sake. Nor can example hurt them: what they see Of vice in others but enhancing more The charms of virtue in their just esteem. If such escape contagion, and emerge Pure from so foul a pool to shine abroad, And give the world their talents and themselves, Small thanks to those whose negligence or sloth Expos'd their inexperience to the snare, And left them to an undirected choice. See then the quiver broken and decay'd, *Bene't Coll. Cambridge. In which are kept our arrows! Rusting there What wonder if, discharg'd into the world, They shame their shooters with a random flight, Have we not track'd the felon home, and found Nor palaces, nor even chambers, 'scap'd ; And the land stank-so num'rous was the fry. ARGUMENT OF THE THIRD BOOK. Self-recollection and reproof.-Address to domestic happiness. Some account of myself.-The vanity of many of their pursuits who are reputed wise. -Justification of my censures.-Divine illumination necessary to the most expert philosopher. -The question, What is truth? answered by other questions.-Domestic happiness addressed again. -Few lovers of the country.-My tame hare.Occupations of a retired gentleman in his garden. Pruning.-Framing.--Green-house.-Sowing of flower-seeds.-The country preferable to the town even in winter.-Reasons why it is de serted at that season.-Ruinous effects of gaming, and of expensive improvement.-Book concludes with an apostrophe to the metropolis. |