Augmented pay procured him decent wealth, He saw his parents, saw his fav'rite maid, When first he landed on the chosen ground, All views in future blighted and destroy'd: His were a medley of bewild'ring themes, Sad as realities, and wild as dreams. Here his relation closes, but his mind So strong his eager fancy, he affrights How the soul works in sorrows so severe ; Assiduous all his wishes to attend, 'Tis now her office; her attention see! While her friend sleeps beneath that shading tree, Careful she guards him from the glowing heat, And pensive muses at her Allen's feet. And where is he? Ah! doubtless in those scenes Of his best days, amid the vivid greens, Fresh with unnumber'd rills, where ev'ry gale Breathes the rich fragrance of the neighb'ring vale; Smiles not his wife, and listens as there comes The night bird's music from the thick'ning glooms ? And as he sits with all these treasures nigh, This is the joy that now so plainly speaks TALE III. THE GENTLEMAN FARMER Pause there,.. And weigh thy value with an even hand; If thou be'st rated by thy estimation, Thou dost deserve enough. Merchant of Venice, Act ii, Scene 7. Because I will not do them the wrong to mistrust any, I will do myself the right to trust none; and the fine is (for the which I may go the finer), I will live a bachelor. Much Ado about Nothing, Acti, Scene 1. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it. Macbeth, Act v, Scene 3. His promises were, as he then was, mighty; But his performance, as he is now, nothing. Henry VIII, Act iv, Scene 2. GWYN was a farmer, whom the farmers all, Who dwelt around, the Gentleman would call; Whether in pure humility or pride, tribe, Creatures no more enliven'd than a clod, To all around their visits he repaid, As with his friends he pass'd the social hours, His generous spirit scorn'd to hide its powers; Resolved to shine, they hasten to begin, It grieves me to the soul These solemn cheats their various methods choose; A system fires them, as a bard his muse: Hence wordy wars arise; the learn'd divide, And groaning patients curse each erring guide. Next, our affairs are govern'd, buy or sell, Upon the deed the law must fix its spell; Whether we hire or let, we must have still The dubious aid of an attorney's skill; They take a part in every man's affairs, And in all business some concern is theirs ; Because mankind in ways prescribed are found, Like flocks that follow on a beaten ground, Each abject nature in the way proceeds, That now to shearing, now to slaughter leads. 'Should you offend, though meaning no offence, You have no safety in your innocence; Who would by law regain his plunder'd store, 'But most it grieves me, (friends alone are round), To see a man in priestly fetters bound; Guides to the soul, these friends of Heaven contrive, Long as man lives, to keep his fears alive; Soon as an infant breathes, their rites begin; Who knows not sinning, must be freed from sin; Who needs no bond, must yet engage in vows; Who has no judgment, must a creed espouse: Advanced in life, our boys are bound by rules, Are catechised in churches, cloisters, schools, And train'd in thraldom to be fit for tools: The youth grown up, he now a partner needs, And lo! a priest, as soon as he succeeds. What man of sense can marriage-rites approve? What man of spirit can be bound to love? Forced to be kind! compell'd to be sincere! Do chains and fetters make companions dear? Pris'ners indeed we bind; but though the bond May keep them safe, it does not make them fond: The ring, the vow, the witness, licence, Such forms men suffer, and from these they date A deed of love begun with all they hate : Absurd! that none the beaten road should shun, But love to do what other dupes have done. 'Well, now your priest has made you one of twain, Look you for rest? Alas! you look in vain. 'Such are our burthens; part we must sustain, But need not link new grievance to the chain; Yet men like idiots will their frames surround With these vile shackles, nor confess they're bound: In all that most confines them they confide, Their slavery boast, and make their bonds their pride; E'en as the pressure galls them, they declare, (Good souls!) how happy and how free they are ! As madmen, pointing round their wretched cells, Cry, "Lo! the palace where our honour dwells." 'Such is our state; but I resolve to live By rules my reason and my feelings give; No legal guards shall keep enthrall'd my mind, No slaves command me, and no teachers blind. 'Tempted by sins, let me their strength defy, But have no second in a surplice by ; No bottle-holder, with officious aid, To comfort conscience, weaken'd and afraid : Then if I yield, my frailty is not known; And, if I stand, the glory is my own. 'When Truth and Reason are our friends, we seem Alive! awake!-the superstitious dream. Such was the speech; it struck upon the ear Like sudden thunder, none expect to hear. He saw men's wonder with a manly pride, And gravely smiled at guest electrified; A farmer this!' they said, 'Oh! let him seek That place where he may for his country speak; On some great question to harangue for hours, While speakers hearing, envy nobler powers!' Wisdom like this, as all things rich and rare, Must be acquired with pains, and kept with care; In books he sought it, which his friends might view, Watching his eye, and waiting on his will; Simple yet smart her dress, her manners meek, Her smiles spoke for her, she would seldom speak : But watch'd each look, each meaning to detect, And (pleased with notice) felt for all neglect. With her lived Gwyn a sweet harmonious life, Who, forms excepted, was a charming wife. The wives indeed, so made by vulgar law, Affected scorn, and censured what they saw ; When their kind host the guarding curtain And what they saw not, fancied; said 'twas drew. There were historic works for graver hours, Composed by Gay's good Lord of Bolingbroke: With these were mix'd the light, the free, the vain, And from a corner peep'd the sage Tom Paine: Here four neat volumes Chesterfield were named, For manners much and easy morals famed; With chaste Memoirs of Females, to be read When deeper studies had confused the head. Such his resources, treasures where he sought For daily knowledge till his mind was fraught: Then when his friends were present, for their use He would the riches he had stored produce; sprung, As mustard quickens on a bed of dung; All was prepared, and guests allow'd the praise, For what they saw he could so quickly raise. Such this new friend; and when the year came round, The same impressive, reasoning sage was found: Then, too, was seen the pleasant mansion graced With a fair damsel-his no vulgar taste; sin, And took no notice of the wife of Gwyn: But he despised their rudeness, and would prove Theirs was compulsion and distrust, not love; Fools as they were! could they conceive that rings And parsons' blessings were substantial things?' They answer'd Yes;' while he contemptuous spoke Of the low notions held by simple folk; Brave as he was, our hero felt a dread Lest those who saw him kind should think him led; If to his bosom fear a visit paid, And thus, to prove his absolute command, Ruled every heart, and moved each subject hand, Assent he ask'd for every word and whim, To prove that he alone was king of him. The still Rebecca, who her station knew, With ease resign'd the honours not her due ; Well pleased, she saw that men her board would grace, And wish'd not there to see a female face; When by her lover she his spouse was styled, Polite she thought it, and demurely smiled ; But when he wanted wives and maidens round So to regard her, she grew grave, and frown'd; And sometimes whisper'd' Why should you respect These people's notions, yet their forms reject ? ' Gwyn, though from marriage bond and You hate these doctors: well! but were Call'd them of sin's destructive power the foes, And not such blockheads as he might suppose.' Gwyn to his friends would smile, and sometimes say, "Tis a kind fool, why vex her in her way?' Her way she took, and still had more in view, For she contrived that he should take it too. The daring freedom of his soul, 'twas plain, In part was lost in a divided reign; A king and queen, who yet in prudence sway'd Something arises to disturb our rest: He wish'd to know, for he believed the thing, feet: He had forebodings, and he seem'd as one Stopp'd on the road, or threaten'd by a dun; He could not live, and yet, should he apply To those physicians-he must sooner die.' The mild Rebecca heard with some disdain, And some distress, her friend and lord complain : His death she fear'd not, but had painful doubt What his distemper'd nerves might bring about; With power like hers she dreaded an ally, a friend And doctor one, your fears would have an end: My cousin Mollet-Scotland holds him nowIs above all men skilful, all allow ; Of late a doctor, and within a while He means to settle in this favour'd isle; Should he attend you, with his skill profound, You must be safe, and shortly would be sound.' When men in health against physicians rail, They should consider that their nerves may fail; Who calls a lawyer rogue, may find, too late, On one of these depends his whole estate: Nay, when the world can nothing more produce, The priest, th' insulted priest, may have his use; Ease, health, and comfort, lift a man so high, These powers are dwarfs that he can scarcely spy; Pain, sickness, languor keep a man so low, That these neglected dwarfs to giants grow. Happy is he who through the medium sees Of clear good sense-but Gwyn was not of these. He heard and he rejoiced: Ah! let him come, And till he fixes, make my house his home.' Home came the doctor he was much admired; He told the patient what his case required; His hours for sleep, his time to eat and drink; When he should ride, read, rest, compose, or think. Thus join'd peculiar skill and art profound, To make the fancy-sick no more than fancysound. With such attention, who could long be ill? Returning health proclaim'd the doctor's skill. Presents and praises from a grateful heart Were freely offer'd on the patient's part; In high repute the doctor seem'd to stand, But still had got no footing in the land; And, as he saw the seat was rich and fair, He felt disposed to fix his station there: To gain his purpose he perform'd the part Of a good actor, and prepared to start; Not like a traveller in a day serene, When the sun shone and when the roads were clean; Not like the pilgrim, when the morning gray, A case like yours must be no more delay'd: The ruddy eve succeeding, sends his way; |