Take, Freedom, take thy radiant round, "When dimm'd, revive, when lost, return, "Till not a shrine through earth be found, "On which thy glories shall not burn?" FABLE IV. THE FLY AND THE BULLOCK. PROEM. Of all that, to the sage's survey, There's naught so much disturbs one's patience, Enormous arches, give beholders; If, as in some few royal cases, Some minds are born into such placesIf they are there, by Right Divine, Or any such sufficient reason, Why-Heav'n forbid we should repine!To wish it otherwise were treason; Nay, ev'n to see it in a vision, Would be what lawyers call misprision. Sir ROBERT FILMER saith-and he, Of course knew all about the matter- Born with three kingdoms in their pockets- FABLE V. CHURCH AND STATE. PROEM. The moment any religion becomes national, or established, its purity must certainly be lost, because it is then impossible to keep it unconnected with men's interests; and, if connected, it must inevitably be perverted by them."-SOAME JENYNS. THUS did SOAME JENYNS-though a Tory, A Lord of Trade and the Plantations, Feel how Religion's simple glory Is stain'd by State associations. When CATHERINE, ere she crush'd the Poles, Appeal'd to the benign Divinity; Then cut them up in protocols, Made fractions of their very souls"— All in the name of the bless'd Trinity; In holy water dips the sponge, He would all human rights expunge; Down the poor struggling Spaniards' throatsI can't help thinking, (though to Kings I must, of course, like other men, bow,) That when a Christian monarch brings Religion's name to gloss these things Such blasphemy out-Benbows Benbow!" Or-not so far for facts to roam, Having a few much nearer homeWhen we see Churchmen, who, if ask'd, "Must Ireland's slaves be tithed, and task'd, "And driv'n like Negroes or Croäts, "That you may roll in wealth and bliss?” Look from beneath their shovel hats With all due pomp, and answer "Yes!" But then, if question'd, "Shall the brand "Intolerance flings throughout that land,— "Shall the fierce strife, now taught to grow "Betwixt her palaces and hovels, "Be ever quench'd?"-from the same shovels Look grandly forth, and answer" No.”— Alas, alas! have these a claim To merciful Religion's name? If more you seck, go see a bevy This, this it is-Religion, made, "Twixt Church and State, a truck, a trade- This-this it is-and here I pray Those sapient wits of the Reviews, Who make us poor, dull authors say, Not what we mean, but what they choose; Who to our most abundant shares Of nonsense add still more of theirs, And are to poets just such evils, As caterpillars find those flies, Which, not content to sting like devils, Lay eggs upon their backs likewise— To guard against such foul deposits Of others' meaning in my rhymes, (A thing more needful here, because it's A subject, ticklish in these times)— I, here, to all such wits make known, Monthly and Weekly, Whig and Tory, 'Tis this Religion—this alone, I aim at in the following story: FABLE. When Royalty was young and bold, At least, a ci-devant jeune homme; One evening, on some wild pursuit Driving along, he chanced to see Religion, passing by on foot, And took him in his vis-à-vis. This said Religion was a Friar, The humblest and the best of men, Who ne'er had notion or desire Of riding in a coach till then. "I say,"-quoth Royalty, who rather Enjoy'd a masquerading joke"I say, suppose, my good old father, "You lend me, for a while, your cloak." The Friar consented-little knew What tricks the youth had in his head; Besides, was rather tempted too By a laced coat he got in stead. Away ran Royalty, slap-dash, Scamp'ring like mad about the town; Broke windows, shiver'd lamps to smash, And knock'd whole scores of watchmen down. While naught could they, whose heads were broke, Learn of the "why" or the "wherefore," Except that 'twas Religion's cloak, The gentleman, who crack'd them, wore. Meanwhile, the Friar, whose head was turn'd Dealt much in pompous oaths and curses- As work like this was unbefitting, And flesh and blood no longer bore it, The Court of Common Sense, then sitting Summon'd the culprits both before it. Where, after hours in wrangling spent, (As Courts must wrangle to decide well,) Religion to St. Luke's was sent, And Royalty pack'd off to Bridewell. With this proviso-should they be Restored, in due time, to their senses, They both must give security, In future, against such offences Religion ne'er to lend his cloak, Seeing what dreadful work it leads to; And Royalty to crack his joke, But not to crack poor people's heads too. FABLE VI. THE LITTLE GRAND LAMA. PROEM. NOVELLA, a young Bolognese, The daughter of a learn'd Law Doctor,' Who had with all the subtleties Of old and modern jurists stock'd her, And over hearts held such dominion, To lecture on the Code Justinian, Lest, if her charms were seen, the students Should let their young eyes wander o'er her, And quite forget their jurisprudence." Just so it is with truth, when seen, Too dazzling far,-'tis from behind A light, thin allegoric screen, She thus can safest teach mankind. FABLE. In Thibet once there reign'd, we're told, Had cut as near as can be reckon'd- (What lawyers call Jure Divino, Meaning a right to yours, and mine, And every body's goods and rhino,) Of course, his faithful subjects' purses Oh! had there been a Hume or Bennet, The waste of sugar-plums and rattles! They were far better bred than these ; And trod on the old Generals' toes: Hard peas into his subjects' faces. When in these moods, to comb or dress him. Nay, ev'n the persons most inclined Through thick and thin, for Kings to stickle, Thought him (if they'd but speak their mind, Which they did not) an odious Pickle. At length some patriot lords-a breed Extremely rare, and fit, indeed, For folks like Pidcock, to exhibit- To which things went, combined their strength, In loyalty to him, who wielded Th' hereditary pap-spoon o'er 'em; That, as for treason, 'twas a thing That made them almost sick to think ofThat they and theirs stood by the King, Throughout his measles and his chin-cough, Of birch before their ruler's eyes; Allow'd, in ev'n a King, were wrong. That such reforms be henceforth made, As all good men desired to see ;In other words, (lest they might seem Too tedious,) as the gentlest scheme For putting all such pranks to rest, And in its bud the mischief nippingThey ventured humbly to suggest His Majesty should have a whipping!12 Th' alarm thus given, by these and other Which gave some fears of revolution, The little Lama, call'd before it, 1 |