Of Academus, is this falfe or true? Is Chrift the abler teacher, or the schools? If Christ, then why refort at ev'ry turn To Athens or to Rome, for wisdom short Of man's occafions, when in him reside Grace, knowledge, comfort, an unfathom'd ftore? Men that, if now alive, would fit content And humble learners of a Saviour's worth, Preach it who might. Such was their love of truth, Their thirst of knowledge, and their candour too. And thus it is. The paftor, either vain Or unenlighten'd, and too proud to learn, And J And loofe example, whom he should instruct, Exposes and holds up to broad difgrace The nobleft function, and difcredits much The brightest truths that man has ever seen. Below the exigence, or be not back'd With show of love, at least with hopeful proof Or be dishonor'd in th' exterior form And mode of its conveyance, by fuch tricks The pulpit to the level of the stage, The weak perhaps are moved, but are not taught, Takes deeper root, confirm'd by what they see. Upon the roving and untutor'd heart Soon follows, and the curb of confcience fnapt, The The laity run wild.-But do they now? As nations, ignorant of God, contrive Some fifty or an hundred luftrums hence, My very gentle reader, yet unborn, Of whom I needs must augur better things, Since heav'n would fure grow weary of a world Productive only of a race like ours, A monitor is wood. Plank fhaven thin. We wear it at our backs. There closely brac'd The prominent and most unfightly bones, its use A form A form not now gymnaftic as of yore, From rickets and diftortion, elfe, our lot. And by caprice as multiplied as his, Just please us while the fashion is at full, Who waits to dress us, arbitrates their date, This fits not nicely, that is ill conceiv'd, That gives it all its flavor. We have run And ftudious of mutation ftill, discard A real A real elegance, a little used, For monstrous novelty and strange difguife. We facrifice to dress, till houshold joys And comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry, And introduces hunger, froft, and woe, Where peace and hofpitality might reign. What man that lives, and that knows how to live, A form as fplendid as the proudest there, T' insure a fide-box station at half price. He picks clean teeth, and, bufy as he seems That |