He feels th' anxieties of life, denied Their wonted entertainment, all retire. Such joys has he that sings. But ah! not such, Fastidious, or else listless, or perhaps His dangers or escapes, and haply find There least amusement where he found the most. But is amusement all? studious of song, And yet ambitious not to sing in vain, It may correct a foible, may chastise The freaks of fashion, regulate the dress, Retrench a sword-blade, or displace a patch; But where are its sublimer trophies found? What vice has it subdu'd? whose heart reclaim'd By rigour, or whom laugh'd into reform? Alas! Leviathan is not so tam'd: Laugh'd at, he laughs again; and, stricken hard, Turns to the stroke his adamantine scales, That fear no discipline of human hands. The pulpit, therefore (and I name it fill'd With solemn awe, that bids me well beware With what intent I touch that holy thing)— The pulpit (when the sat'rist has at last, Strutting and vap'ring in an empty school, Spent all his force and made no proselyte)— I say the pulpit (in the sober use Of its legitimate, peculiar pow'rs) Must stand acknowledg'd, while the world shall stand, The most important and effectual guard, Support, and ornament, of virtue's cause. There stands the messenger of truth; there stands The legate of the skies!-His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders; and by him, in strains as sweet He 'stablishes the strong, restores the weak, 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 be tween Two empirics he stands, and with swoln cheeks Inspires the news, his trumpet. Keener far Than all invective is his bold harangue, While through that public organ of report He hails the clergy; and, defying shame, Announces to the world his own and their's! He teaches those to read, whom schools dismiss'd, And colleges, untaught; sells accent, tone, And emphasis in score, and gives to pray'r He grinds divinity of other days Down into modern use; transforms old print To zig-zig manuscript, and cheats the eyes Are there who purchase of the doctor's ware? 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; Of ladyships-a stranger to the poor; And well-prepar'd, by ignorance and sloth, To make God's work a sinecure; a slave 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. Would I describe a preacher, such as Paul, |