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St leem'd to wonder what he meant,
Nor cou'd believe My Lord had fent :
So never offer'd once to ftir,
But coldly faid, Your Servant Sir.
Does he refufe me, Harley cry'd,
He does with Infolence and Pride.
Some few Days after Harley fpies,
The Doctor faften'd by the Eyes;
At Charing Cross among the Rout,
Where Painted Monfters are hung out;
He pull'd the String, and ftopt the Coach,
Beck'ning the Doctor to approach.
S, who would neither fly, nor hide,
Came fneaking by the Chariot's fide;
And offer'd many a Lame Excufe,
He never meant the leaft Abufe
My Lord
The Honour you defign'd
Extreamly Proud But I had din'd
I am fure I never fhou'd negle&
No Man alive has more Refpect.
Well, I fhall think of that no more,
If you'll be fure to come at Four.
The Doctor now obeys the Summons,
Likes both his Company and Commons,
Difplays his Talent, fits till Ten;
Next Day invited, comes again:
Soon grows Domeftick, feldom fails,
Either at Morning, or at Meals :
Came early, and departed late;
In fhort the Gudgeon took the Bait:
My Lord wou'd carry on the Jeft,
And down to WINDSOR takes his guest.
St much admires the Place and Air,
And longs to be a Canon there;
In Summer round the Park to
In Winter never to Refide.

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A Canon! that's a Place too mean:
No, Doctor, you fhall be a Dean."
Two Dozen Canons round your Stall,
And you the Tyrant o'er them all.
You need but cross the Irish Seas,
To live in Plenty, Power, and Eafe.
Poor St departed, and what is worle,
With borrow'd Money in his Purfe,
Travel's at least an Hundred Leagues,
And fuffers numberlefs Fateigues.
Suppofe him now a Dean compleat.
Devoutly lolling in his Seat;
And Silver Verge, with Decent Pride
Stuck underneath his Cufhion fide.
Suppofe him gone thro' all Vexations,
Patents, Inftallments, Abjurations;
First Fruits, and Tenths, and Chapter-Treats,
Dues, Payments, Fees, Demands, and Cheats.
The wicked Laity's contriving
To hinder Clergy-Men from thriving.
Now all the Doctor's Money's fpent,
His Tenants wrong him in his Rent:
The Farmers fpitefully combine,
Force him to take his Tythes in Kind:
And * Parvifol discounts Arrears,
By Bills for Taxes and Repairs.
Poor Swith all his Loffes vext,
Not knowing where to turn him next.
Above a Thousand Pounds in Debt,
Takes Horfe, and in a mighty Fret,
Rides Day and Night at fuch a Rate,
He foon arrives at Harley's Gate:

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But was fo Dirty, Pale and Thin,
Old Read would hardly let him in.
Said Harley, welcome 'Reverend Dean,
What makes your Worship look fo Lean?
Why fure you won't appear in Town,
In that old Wig and Rufty Gown,
I doubt your Heart is fet on Pelf,
So much that you neglect your felf.
What I fuppofe now Stocks are High,
You've fome Good Purchase in your Eye;
Or is your Money out at Ufe,

Truce good my Lord, I beg a Truce.
The Doctor in a Paffion Cry'd,
Your Railery is mifappli'd:

I have Experience dearly bought;
You know I am not worth a Groat.
But you'r refolv'd to have your Jeft,
And 'twas a Folly to canteft.
Then fince you now have done your Worft,
Pray leave me where you found me first.

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LAY-PATRON to a GENTLEMAN, defigning for HOLY ORDERS.

Quid igitur profuit vidiffe te Veritatem, quam nec deferfurus effes nec fecuturus. Lactant.

SIR,

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LTHOUGH it was against my Knowledge or Advice, that you entred into Holy Orders, under the prefent Difpofitions of Mankind towards the Church, yet fince it is now fuppofed too late to recede (at leaft according to the general Practice and Opinion) I cannot forbear offering my Thoughts to you upon this New Condition of Life you are engaged in.

I could heartily wifh, that the Circumftances of your Fortune had enabled you to have continued fome Years longer in the University; at leaft, 'till you were ten Years standing, to have laid in a competent Stock of human Learning, and fome Knowledge in Divinity before

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you attempted to appear in the World. For I cannot but lament the common Courfe, which at leaft Nine in Ten of thofe, who enter into the Ministry, are obliged to run. When they have taken a Degree, and are confequer.tly grown a Burther to their Friends who now trink themselves fully difcharged, they get into Orders as foon as they can (upon which I fhall make no Remarks J first follicite a Readear hip, and if they be very fortunate, arrive in time to a Curacy here in Town, or elfe are fent to be Affiftants in the Country, where they probably continue feveral Years (many of them their whole Lives) with Thirty or Forty Pounds a Year for their Support, 'till fome Bishop, who happens not to be overstock'd with Relations, or attached to Favourites, or is content to Supply his Diocefs without Colonies from England, beftows them fome inconfiderable Benefice, when 'tis odds they are already incumbred with a numerous Family. I would be glad to know what Intervals of Life fuch Perfons can poffibly fet apart for Improvement of their Minds or which way they could be furnish'd with Books, the Library they brought with them from their College, being ufually not the moft numerous, or judicioufly chofen. If fuch Gentlemen arrive to be great Scholars, it must, I think, be er ther by Means fupernatural, or by a Method altogether out of any Road yet known to the Learned. But I conceive the Fact directly otherwife, and that many of them lofe the great eft part of the fmall Pittance they received at the University,

I take it for granted, that you intend to parfue the beaten Track, and are already defirous

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