Then he’d abuse them for their sumptuous feasts,
And say, “My friends! you make yourselves like beasts;
One dish suffices any man to dine,
But you are greedy as a herd of swine;
Learn to be temperate.” - Had they dared t’obey,
He would have praised and turn’d them all away.
Friends met Sir Denys riding in his ground,
And there the meekness of his spirit found:
For that gray coat, not new for many a year,
Hides all that would like decent dress appear;
An old brown pony ’twas his will to ride,
Who shuffled onward, and from side to side;
A five-pound purchase, but so fat and sleek,
His very plenty made the creature weak.
“Sir Denys Brand! and on so poor a steed!”
“Poor! it may be - such things I never heed:”
And who that youth behind, of pleasant mien,
Equipped as one who wishes to be seen,
Upon a horse, twice victor for a plate,
A noble hunter, bought at dearest rate? -
Him the lad fearing yet resolved to guide,
He curbs his spirit while he strokes his pride.
“A handsome youth, Sir Denys; and a horse
Of finer figure never trod the course, -
Yours, without question?” - “Yes! I think a groom
Bought me the beast; I cannot say the sum
I ride him not; it is a foolish pride
Men have in cattle - but my people ride;
The boy is - hark ye, sirrah! what’s your name?
Ay, Jacob, yes! I recollect - the same;
As I bethink me now, a tenant’s son -
I think a tenant, - is your father one?”
There was an idle boy who ran about,
And found his master’s humble spirit out;
He would at awful distance snatch a look,
Then run away and hide him in some nook;
“For oh!” quoth he, “I dare not fix my sight
On him, his grandeur puts me in a fright;
Oh! Mister Jacob, when you wait on him,
Do you not quake and tremble every limb?”
The Steward soon had orders - “Summers, see
That Sam be clothed, and let him wait on me.”
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Sir Denys died, bequeathing all affairs
In trust to Laughton’s long-experienced cares;
Before a Guardian, and Sir Denys dead,
All rule and power devolved upon his head,
Numbers are call’d to govern, but in fact
Only the powerful and assuming act.
Laughton, too wise to be a dupe to fame,
Cared not a whit of what descent he came,
Till he was rich; he then conceived the thought
To fish for pedigree, but never caught:
All his desire, when he was young and poor,
Was to advance; he never cared for more:
“Let me buy, sell, be factor, take a wife,
Take any road, to get along in life.”
Was he a miser then? a robber? foe
To those who trusted? a deceiver? - No!
He was ambitious; all his powers of mind
Were to one end controll’d, improved, combined;
Wit, learning, judgment, were, by his account,
Steps for the ladder he design’d to mount;
Such step was money: wealth was but his slave,
For power he gain’d it, and for power he gave:
Full well the Borough knows that he’d the art
Of bringing money to the surest mart;
Friends too were aids, - they led to certain ends,
Increase of power and claim on other friends.
A favourite step was marriage: then he gain’d
Seat in our Hall, and o’er his party reign’d;
Houses and land he bought, and long’d to buy,
But never drew the springs of purchase dry,
And thus at last they answer’d every call,
The failing found him ready for their fall:
He walks along the street, the mart, the quay,
And looks and mutters, “This belongs to me.”
His passions all partook the general bent;
Interest inform’d him when he should resent,
How long resist, and on what terms relent:
In points where he determined to succeed,
In vain might reason or compassion plead;
But gain’d his point, he was the best of men,
’Twas loss of time to be vexatious then:
Hence he was mild to all men whom he led,
Of all who dared resist, the scourge and dread.
Falsehood in him was not the useless lie
Of boasting pride or laughing vanity:
It was the gainful, the persuading art,
That made its way and won the doubting heart,
Which argued, soften’d, humbled, and prevail’d,
Nor was it tried till ev’ry truth had fail’d;
No sage on earth could more than he despise
Degrading, poor, unprofitable lies.
Though fond of gain, and grieved by wanton waste,
To social parties he had no distaste;
With one presiding purpose in his view,
He sometimes could descend to trifle too!
Yet, in these moments, he had still the art
To ope the looks and close the guarded heart;
And, like the public host, has sometimes made
A grand repast, for which the guests have paid.
At length, with power endued and wealthy grown,
Frailties and passions, long suppress’d, were shown:
Then to provoke him was a dangerous thing,
His pride would punish, and his temper sting;
His powerful hatred sought th’ avenging hour,
And his proud vengeance struck with all his power,
Save when th’ offender took a prudent way
The rising storm of fury to allay:
This might he do, and so in safety sleep,
By largely casting to the angry deep;
Or, better yet (its swelling force t’assuage),
By pouring oil of flattery on its rage.
And now, of all the heart approved, possess’d,
Fear’d, favour’d, follow’d, dreaded, and caress’d,
He gently yields to one mellifluous joy,
The only sweet that is not found to cloy,
Bland adulation! - other pleasures pall
On the sick taste, and transient are they all;
But this one sweet has such enchanting power,
The more we take, the faster we devour:
Nauseous to those who must the dose apply,
And most disgusting to the standers-by;
Yet in all companies will Laughton feed,
Nor care how grossly men perform the deed.
As gapes the nursling, or, what comes more near,
Some Friendly-Island chief, for hourly cheer;
When wives and slaves, attending round his seat,
Prepare by turns the masticated meat;
So for this master, husband, parent, friend,
His ready slaves their various efforts blend,
And, to their lord still eagerly inclined,
Pour the crude trash of a dependent mind.
But let the Muse assign the man his due,
Worth he possess’d, nor were his virtues few: -
He sometimes help’d the injured in their cause;
His power and purse have back’d the failing laws;
He for religion has a due respect,
And all his serious notions, are correct;
Although he pray’d and languish’d for a son,
He grew resign’d when Heaven denied him one;
He never to this quiet mansion sends
Subject unfit, in compliment to friends;
Not so Sir Denys, who would yet protest
He always chose the worthiest and the best:
Not men in trade by various loss brought down,
But those whose glory once amazed the town,
Who their last guinea in their pleasures spent,
Yet never fell so low as to repent:
To these his pity he could largely deal,
Wealth they had known, and therefore want could feel.
Three seats were vacant while Sir Denys reign’d,
And three such favourites their admission gain’d;
These let us view, still more to understand
The moral feelings of Sir Denys Brand.
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LETTER XIV.
INHABITANTS OF THE ALMS-HOUSE.
Sed quia caecus inest vitiis amor, omne futurum
Despicitur; suadent brevem praesentia fructum,
Et ruit in vetitum damni secura libido.
CLAUD.
Nunquam parvo contenta paratu,
Et quaesitorum terra pelagoque ciborum
Ambitiosa fames, et lautae gloria mensae.
LUCAN.
Et Luxus, populator Opum, tibi semper adhaerens,
Infelix humili gressu comitatur Egestas.
CLAUD.
Behold what blessing wealth to life can lend.
POPE.
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LIFE OF BLANEY.
Blaney, a wealthy Heir, dissipated, and reduced to Poverty - His fortune restored by Marriage; again consumed - His Manner of Living in the West Indies - Recalled to a larger Inheritance - His more refined and expensive Luxuries - His method of quieting Conscience - Death of his Wife - Again become poor - His method of supporting Existence - His Ideas of Religion - His Habits and Connections when old - Admitted into the Alms-house.
OBSERVE that tall pale Veteran! what a look
Of shame and guilt! - who cannot read that book?
Misery and mirth are blended in his face,
Much innate vileness and some outward grace;
There wishes strong and stronger griefs are seen,
Looks ever changed, and never one serene:
Show not that manner, and these features all,
The serpent’s cunning, and the sinner’s fall?
Hark to that laughter! - ’tis the way he takes
To force applause for each vile jest he makes;
Such is yon man, by partial favour sent
To these calm seats to ponder and repent.
Blaney, a wealthy heir at twenty-one,
At twenty-five was ruin’d and undone,
These years with grievous crimes we need not load,
He found his ruin in the common road! -
Gamed without skill, without inquiry bought,
Lent without love, and borrow’d without thought.
But, gay and handsome, he had soon the dower
Of a kind wealthy widow in his power:
Then he aspired to loftier flights of vice,
To singing harlots of enormous price:
He took a jockey in his gig to buy
A horse so valued that a duke was shy:
To gain the plaudits of the knowing few,
Gamblers and grooms, what would not Blaney do?
His dearest friend, at that improving age,
Was Hounslow Dick, who drove the western stage.
Cruel he was not - if he left his wife,
He left her to her own pursuits in life;
Deaf to reports, to all expenses blind,
Profuse, not just, and careless, but not kind.
Yet, thus assisted, ten long winters pass’d
In wasting guineas ere he saw his last;
Then he began to reason, and to feel
He could not dig, nor had he learn’d to steal;
And should he beg as long as he might live,
He justly fear’d that nobody would give:
But he could charge a pistol, and at will
All that was mortal, by a bullet kill:
And he was taught, by those whom he would call
Man’s surest guides, that he was mortal all.
While thus he thought, still waiting for the day
When he should dare to blow his brains away,
A place for him a kind relation found,
Where England’s monarch ruled, but far from English ground:
He gave employ that might for bread suffice,
Correct his habits and restrain his vice.
Here Blaney tried (what such man’s miseries teach)
To find what pleasures were within his reach;
These he enjoy’d, though not in just the style
He once possess’d them in his native isle;
Congenial souls he found in every place,
Vice in all soils, and charms in every race:
His lady took the same amusing way,
And laugh’d at Time till he had turn’d them gray;
At length for England once again they steer’d,
By ancient views and new designs endear’d;
His kindred died, and Blaney now became
An heir to one who never heard his name.
What could he now? - The man had tried before
The joys of youth, and they were joys no more;
To vicious pleasure he was still inclined,
But vice must now be season’d and refined;
Then as a swine he would on pleasure seize,
Now common pleasures had no power to please:
Beauty alone has for the vulgar charms,
He wanted beauty trembling with alarms:
His was no more a youthful dream of joy,
The wretch desired to ruin and destroy;
He bought indulgence with a boundless price,
Most pleased when decency bow’d down to vice,
When a fair dame her husband’s honour sold,
And a frail countess play’d for Blaney’s gold.
“But did not conscience in her anger rise?”
Yes! and he learn’d her terrors to despise;
When stung by thought, to soothing books he fled,
And grew composed and harden’d as he read;