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“ There is a path which no fowl knoweth, and which the vulture's eye hath
not scen,” Job xxviii. 7.
HYPOCRITE AND HIS CHARMS.
AGAIN these restless tribes assume their seat,
Where Fancy sets the Eagles at their feet.
The Vulture shews with more than common air,
The mystic path the Eagles fly in air.
My friends,' saith he, 'my best advice is this, We'll try them both, and both will hardly miss : Proclaim a statute, sign’d by Bats and Owls, And bound their lofty fight by Candour's rules.
. With veils and yokes impede their airy way,
And these will soon obscure the realms of day;
Prescribe their bounds, and how their path to steer,
And line the track that they shall go in air.
* This my advice; this method I'd pursue ;
And try for once what force of law can do;
And, if submissive to the legal yoke,
This Babel-cage is nothing but a joke.
• Attempt to prove their lawless, random flight;
With shew of lenity we'll blind their sight:
'Tis best to use the art of Candour's charms;
If that's in vain, then try the force of arms.
The Eagles heard the counsels of the court,
And made their fruitless schemes their daily sport;
Maintain’d their freedom, and their lofty flight,
And fled beyond the regions of the night.
In vain the Bats, in vain the crafty Owls,
To steer a bird of flight by Candour's rules ;
Eagles are free to fly, to mount, to climb;
Nor can they be confin’d by twigs of lime.
They mount aloft, to meet the rising sun;
And fly as swift as foes in thought can run :
No legal yoke impedes their airy way;
The Saviour's yoke is full as light as they.
CANDID HYPOCRITE UNMASKED;
UNIVERSAL CHARITY IN ARMS.
At this the Vulture scorns the use of charms,
And loudly calls the rebel hosts to arms.
"Since lenity and candour don't prevail,
We'll try the force of arms, that seldom fail.
• As legal terms meet with contemptuous slight,
They next shall feel the force of paper kite.
We'll storm their fortress with repeated shock,
And drive the tow'ring Aiers from the rock.
• Our kites shall rise as lofty as the lark,
And fly in numbers, till the heav'ns are dark;
Becloud their regions till they cannot see,
And make them all as dark and blind as we.
· These stubborn foes shall know our utmost skill,
And feel the force of an immortal quill.
Let wisdom teach, and measure line and string,
To reach a bird so skill'd to steer the wing!
Their envied foes they needs must dispossess,
Who send such weighty metal from the press :
From two to four, from four to sixpence, each;
But still their foes appear'd beyond their reach.
When, weary'd out with Satan's spells and charms,
They all equip with force of paper arms;
Their base rebellion, now maturely ripe,
Is all discharg'd from off the printer's type.
Women combine to deck with tail and wing, And carnal priests unite to hold the string. In vain they war, in vain they use the line ; An Eagle flies beyond a skein of twine.
Up mount the peers, and quit the rural wood,
And steer a path no Vulture understood :
On heavenly love, the pinions of the mind,
They face the rays which strike a rebel blind.
A SUPPLEMENT TO THE RULE AND THE RIDDLE.