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By him, the violated law speaks out
Its thunders, and by him, in strains as sweet
As angels use, the gospel whispers peace.
He stablishes the strong, restores the weak,
Reclaims the wand'rer, binds the broken heart,
And, arm’d himself in panoply complete
Of heav'nly temper, furnishes with arms
Bright as his own, and trains, by ev'ry rule
Of holy discipline, to glorious war,
The sacramental host of God's elect.

Are all such teachers ? would to heav'n all were !

But hark—the Doctor's voice-fast wedg'd between
Two empirics he stands, and with swoln cheeks
Inspires the news, his trumpet. Keener far
Than all invective is his bold harrangue,
While through that public organ


He hails the clergy; and defying shame,
Announces to the world his own and theirs.
He teaches those to read, whom schools dismiss'd,
And colleges untaught"; sells accent, tone,


And emphasis in score, and gives to pray'r
Th’adagio and andante it demands.
He grinds divinity of other days
Down into modern use; transforms old print
To zig-zag manuscript, and cheats the eyes
Of gall’ry critics by a thousand arts.--
Are there who purchase of the Doctor's ware?
Oh name it not in Gath!-it cannot be,

and learned Clerks should need such aid.
He doubtless is in sport, and does but droll,
Assuming thus a rank unknown before,
Grand--caterer and dry-nurse of the church.

I venerate the man, whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.

To such I render more than mere respect,
Whose actions say that they respect themselves.
But loose in morals, and in manners vain,

In conversation frivolous, in dress

Extreme, at once rapacious and profuse,
Frequent in park, with lady at his side,
Ambling and prattling scandal as he goes,
But rare at home, and never at his books,
Or with his pen, save when he scrawls a card;
Constant at routs, familiar with a round
Of ladyships, a stranger to the poor ;
Ambitious of preferment for its gold,
And well prepar'd by ignorance and sloth,
By infidelity and love of world,
To make God's work a finecure
To his own pleasures and his patron's pride.
From such apostles, oh, ye mitred heads,
Preserve the church! and lay not careless hands
On sculls that cannot teach, and will not learn.

; a slave

Would I describe a preacher, such as Paul, Were he on earth, would hear, approve, and own, Paul should himself direct me. I would trace




His master-strokes, and draw from his design.
I would express him simple, grave, sincere ;
In doctrine uncorrupt; in language plain ;
And plain in manner. Decent, solemn, chaste,
And natural in gesture. Much imprefs’d
Himself, as conscious of his awful charge,
And anxious mainly that the Rock he feeds
May feel it too. Affectionate in look,
And tender in address, as well becomes
A messenger of grace to guilty men,
Behold the picture ! Is it like ?-Like whom ?
The things that mount the rostrum with a skip,
And then skip down again ; pronounce a text,
Cry, hem; and reading, what they never wrote,
Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work, ,
And with a well-bred whisper close the scene,

In man or woman, but far most in man,
And most of all in man that ministers
And serves the altar, in my soul I loath



All affectation. 'Tis my perfect scorn ;
Object of my implacable disgust,
What !- will a man play tricks, will he indulge
A silly fond conceit of his fair form
And just proportion, fashionable mien,
And pretty face, in presence of his God?
Or will he seek to dazzle me with tropes,
As with the di’mond on his lily hand,
And play his brilliant parts


my eyes When I am hungry for the bread of life? He mocks his Maker, prostitutes and shames His noble office, and, instead of truth, Displaying his own beauty, starves his flock. Therefore, avaunt ! all attitude and stare, And start theatric, practised at the glass, I seek divine simplicity in him Who handles things divine; and all beside, Though learn'd with labor, and though much admir'd By curious eyes and judgments ill-inform’d, To me is odious as the nasal twang


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