THE BOROUGH. LETTER XIX. THE POOR OF THE BOROUGH. THE PARISH-CLERK. Nam dives qui fieri vult, Et citò vult fieri; sed quæ reverentia legum, Quis metus, aut pudor est unquam properantis avari? Juv. Sat. xiv. (1) Nocte brevem si fortè indulsit cura soporem, (1) (2) he who covets wealth, disdains to wait : Law threatens, conscience calls, yet on he hies, [At night, should sleep his harass'd limbs compose, The violated fane and altar rise; And (what disturbs him most) your injured shade, Frowns on the wretch, alarms his treach'rous rest, And wrings the dreadful secret from his breast.-GIFFORD.] The Parish-Clerk began his Duties with the late Vicar, a grave and austere Man; one fully orthodox; a Detecter and Opposer of the Wiles of Satan - His Opinion of his own Fortitude - The more frail offended by these Professions - His good Advice gives further Provocation — They invent Stratagems to overcome his VirtueHis Triumph - He yet not invulnerable: is assaulted by Fear of Want, and Avarice — He gradually yields to the Seduction He reasons with himself, and is persuaded — He offends, but with Terror; repeats his Offence; grows familiar with Crime: is detected - His Sufferings and Death 301 THE BOROUGH. LETTER XIX. THE PARISH-CLERK. WITH Our late Vicar, and his age the same, frame: But Jachin was the gravest man on ground, And heard his master's jokes with look profound; This book-taught man, to man's first foe profess'd The flattering guide to make ill prospects clear; "Me has the sly Seducer oft withstood," Said pious Jachin,—“ but he gets no good; "I pass the house where swings the tempting sign, “ And pointing, tell him, ' Satan, that is thine: "I pass the damsels pacing down the street, "And look more grave and solemn when we meet; “Nor doth it irk me to rebuke their smiles, “ Their wanton ambling and their watchful wiles : "Nay, like the good John Bunyan, when I view "Those forms, I'm angry at the ills they do; "That I could pinch and spoil, in sin's despite, "Beauties, which frail and evil thoughts excite. (2) “At feasts and banquets seldom am I found, “ And (save at church) abhor a tuneful sound; "To plays and shows I run not to and fro, "And where my master goes, forbear to go." (1) [Original edition: — This book-taught man, with ready mind received (2) John Bunyan, in one of the many productions of his zeal, has ventured to make public this extraordinary sentiment, which the frigid piety of our Clerk so readily adopted. No wonder Satan took the thing amiss, 66 With his own peace our Clerk was not content, He tried, good man! to make his friends repent. Nay, nay, my friends, from inns and taverns fly; "You may suppress your thirst, but not supply: "A foolish proverb says, 'the devil's at home;' "But he is there, and tempts in every room: "Men feel, they know not why, such places please; "His are the spells-they're idleness and ease; 66 Magic of fatal kind he throws around, "Where care is banish'd but the heart is bound. “Think not of Beauty;· - when a maid you meet, "Turn from her view and step across the street; "Dread all the sex: their looks create a charm, “A smile should fright you and a word alarm: my "And caught my sinful eyes at the endang'ring stare; "Till I was forced to smite my bounding breast "With forceful blow, and bid the bold-one rest. "Go not with crowds when they to pleasure run, "But public joy in private safety shun: |