722 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1810. 



But stiJl for public good the Boy was train'd. 

 The Mother suffer'd, but the Matron gain'd : 

 . Here Nature's outrage serves no cause to aid. 

 The 111 is felt, but not the Spartan made. 



Then, too, I own it grieves me to behold 

 Those ever virtuous, helpless now and old, 

 By all for Care and Industry approved. 

 For truth respected and for temper loved ; 

 And who by sickness and misfortune tried, 

 Gave Want its worth, and Poverty its pride : 

 I own it grieves me to behold them sent 

 From their old Home; 'tis Fain, 'tis Punishment, 

 To leave each scene familiar, every Face, 

 For a new People and a stranger Race ; 

 For those who, sunk in Sloth and dead to Shame, 

 From Scenes of Guilt with daring Spirits came; 

 Men, just and guileless, at such Manners start, 

 And bless their God that Time has fenced their Heart, 

 Confirmed their Virtue, and expell'd the Fear 

 Of Vice in Minds so simple and sincere. 



Here the good Pauper, losing all the Praise 

 By worthy Deeds acquired in better days, 

 Breathes a few Months, then to his Chamber led. 

 Expires, while Strangers prattle round his bed. 



The grateful Hunter, when his Horse is old, 

 Wills not the useless Favourite to be sold; 

 He knows his former Worth, and gives him place 

 In some fair Pasture, till he's run his Race : 

 But has the Labourer, has the Seaman done 

 Less worthy Service, though not dealt to one ? 

 Shall we not then contribute to their Ease, 

 In their old Haunts where ancient Objects please ? 

 That, till their Sight shall fail them, they may trace 

 The well-known Prospect and the long-loved Face. 



The Oak, in distant Ages seen. 

 With far-stretch'd Boughs and Foliage fresh and greeu. 

 Though now its bare and forky Branches show 

 How much it lacks the vital Warmth below, 

 The stately Ruin yet our Wonder gains, 

 Nay, moves our Pity, without thought of Pains : 

 Much more shall real Wants and Cares of Age 

 Our gentler passions in their cause engage ; — 

 Drooping and burthen'd with a weight of Years, 

 What venerable ruin Man appears ! 



