INFANCY, OR THE MANAGEMENT OF CHILDREN: A DIDACTIC POEM, IN SIX BOOKS.

THE FIFTH EDITION.

BY HUGH DOWNMAN, M.D.

EDINBURGH: PRINTED FOR J. BELL AND J. BRADFUTE; G. G. J. & J. ROBINSON; G. & T. WILKIE, AND G. KEARSLEY, LONDON. M,DCC,XC.

INFANCY, A DIDACTIC POEM. BOOK I.
[Page] BOOK THE FIRST.

[Page]
ARGUMENT.

The Invocation, and Introduction.—Health is the great­est Blessing of Mankind.—It should be the chief aim of Parents to procure their Children the enjoyment of it.—Nature and Instinct therefore are to be followed. Pernicious custom of giving Children some drug soon after they are born.—The best remedy at that time, is the first milk of the Mother.—Various reasons and motives for the Mother's suckling her Children.—An amiable duty.—Apostrophe to tender affection.—Di­rections how to choose a Nurse, if the Mother cannot perform that office herself.—Cities destructive to In­fants.—Recommendation of the Country.—The Mo­ther should oversee the conduct of the Nurse.—The Nurse's usual manner of life should be altered as little as possible.—Address to Habit

CELESTIAL Maid! from genuine Science sprung!
Thee the pretended Sage, whose leaden eye
Inwrapt in metaphysic gloom, ne'er deigns
A cheerful smile, thee with contracted brow,
And haughty gesture, all his vassals shun:
While by the Graces drest Instruction owns
Thy guiding hand. Celestial maid attend!
Tho barren be the subject, o'er its' wilds
So may a verdure not their own be shed,
And blooming flowers. With me then turn thy sight
On the prime Infant-state of helpless Man:
On the first dawn of life, when Nature now
Ushers her tender offspring into day;
Observe the young ideas how they wake
In gradual order, till at length matured
By time, they speak a living soul within.
[Page 4] View too the transient flash of mirth; the ills
Not real, yet afflictive; the quick thought
For ever varying, glanced from toy to toy.
Then constant motion pleases, then the ear
Catches at every sound, the eye untired
Darts its wild ray, and every object thrills
The new-born sense with joy. Come Virgin, teach
How on the government of these first years
Depends the future Man; no vulgar theme,
No fruitless task, experiencing thy aid.
WE write to reason: Hence ye doating train
Of Midwives and of Nurses ignorant!
Old Beldames grey, in error positive,
And stiff in prejudice, whose fatal care
Oft death attends, or a life worse than death.
O YOUTH, whoe'er thou art, to beauty's charms
A slave, to all that inexpressive grace
Which native modesty and truth bestows
On their more beauteous minds, and which exalts
[Page 5] Britannia's Daughters o'er the female world!
Is thy Beloved propitious? Doth the god
Kindle his nuptial torch? And dost thou wish
The name of Father, amiable, humane?
To view thy little Progeny around
Happy, well-formed, and strong? Attend the Muse:
Th' instructive Muse shall teach thee to obtain
Thy heart's desire. And say, wilt thou fair Nymph,
Complacent heed with favourable eye
The moral lay, refined and pure? To thee
Custom hath given, while active life shall call
Thy Husband forth amid its boist'rous walks,
Domestic rule: Thine is the nursery's charge;
Important trust! from him what absence hides,
Thy constant anxious care shall well supply.
HEALTH is the greatest blessing Man receives
From bounteous Heaven; by her the smiling hours
Are wing'd with transport; she too gives the soul
Of firmness; without her the hand of toil
Would languid sink; the eye of reason fade.
[Page 6] To this then bend thy care, O Parent Mind;
Array thy Child in health; a nobler dress
Not gorgeous Majesty can boast; the thanks
Of future gratitude thou wilt receive,
More than around him from thy treasured hoard
Then showering sums profuse; or giving all
Thy herds, and bleating flocks; tho thousands range
Thy spacious meads, or cloath thy ample hills.
WOULD'ST thou thy children blest? The sacred voice
Of Nature calls thee; where she points the way
Tread confident. No labyrinth is here;
No clue of Ariadne wilt thou need,
To Theseus given; Fair is her open path,
And strong the steady light she casts around,
Instinctive light, the surest safest guide.
THY Child is born. See, where the treacherous nurse,
Or Priestess of Lucina, in her hand
The ready medicine brings! Forewarned, beware;
Within the fatal drug lurks death; by this
[Page 7] Thousands from yet untasted life retire,
Thousands of infant souls; yet sanctified
By custom, other reasons are assign'd
And Nature is accused of impious deeds
She ne'er committed. Nature will preserve
Whate'er she frames: and what the Child requires
In his new state, sagaciously provides,
Both food and remedy: Before the sun
Hath from his birth encircled half the sphere,
He asks, plain as expressive signs can ask,
The Mother's breast: Without a moment's pause
Hear the mute voice of instinct and obey.
Know the first efflux from the milky fount
Is Nature's chymic mixture, which no power
Of Art presumptuous can supply; this flows
Gently detersive, purifying, bland;
This each impediment o'ercomes, and gives
The young, unfetter'd springs of life to play.
Hence too the Mother is secure: The streams
Her Infant's health promoting, flow to her
Salubrious; otherwise confined, or urged
[Page 8] Back to their source, what evils may she dread!
Sickness, and giddy languor, shivering cold,
And heat alternate, dire obstructions, pangs
Of sharpest torture, cancers, by the juice
Of boasted hemlock not to be removed.
O MOTHER, (let me by that tenderest name
Conjure thee) still pursue the task begun;
Nor unless urged by strong necessity,
Some fated, some peculiar circumstance,
By which thy health may suffer, or thy child
Suck in disease, or that the genial food
Too scanty flows, give to an Alien's care
Thy orphan Babe. Oh! if by choice thou dost—
What shall I call thee? Woman? No, tho fair
Thy face, and deckt with unimagined charms,
Tho sweetness seem pourtray'd in every line,
And smiles which might become a Hebe, rise
At will, crisping thy rosy cheeks, tho all
That's lovely, kind, attractive, elegant,
Dwell in thy outward shape, and catch the eye
[Page 9] Of gazing rapture, all is but deceit;
The form of Woman's thine, but not the soul.
Had'st thou been treated thus, perchance the prey
Of death long since, no child of thine had known
An equal lot severe. O unblown Flower!
Soft bud of Spring! Planted in foreign soil
How wilt thou prosper! Brush'd by other winds
In a new clime, and fed by other dews
Than suit thy Nature! From a stranger hand
Ah, what can Infancy expect, when she
Whose essence was inwove with thine, whose life,
Whose soul thou didst participate, neglects
Herself in thee, and breaks the strongest seal
Which Nature stamp'd in vain upon her heart.
O LUCKLESS Babe, born in an evil hour!
Who shall thy numerous wants attend? explore
The latent cause of ill? thy slumbers guard?
And when awake, with nice sedulity
Thy every glance observe? A parent might;
A Hireling cannot; tho of blameless mind,
[Page 10] Tho conscious duty prompt her to the task,
She feels not in her breast th' impulsive goad
Of instinct, all the fond, the fearful thoughts
Awakening: Say, at length that habit's power
Can something like maternal kindness give,
Yet, ere that time, may the poor nursling die.
BESIDES, who can assure the lacteal springs
Clear, and untained? Oft disorder lurks
Beneath the vivid bloom, and cheerful eye,
Promising health; and poisonous juice secrete,
Slow undermining life, stains what should be
The purest nutriment. Hence, worse than death,
Long years of misery to thy blasted child.
A burthen to himself, by others shunn'd,
He wishes for the grave, and wastes his days
In solitary woe; or haply weds,
And propagates th' hereditary plague;
Entailing on his name the bitter curse
Of generations yet unborn, a race
Pithless, and weak, of faded texture, wan;
[Page 11] Like some declining plant, with mildew'd leaves,
Whose root a treacherous insect gnaws unseen.
BUT, whether lost in pleasure, in the round
Of modish life, and dissipation gay,
Misnamed polite, the welfare of her child
The fair Barbarian looks on with an eye
Distant, and cold; or imitating her,
As faults of higher station always gain
Partial abettors, the neglected muse
Hath to the parent in life's middle rank
Tuned her unfructuous lay; she shall not cease
Desponding, weightier arguments for them,
More strenuous, more coercive she can bring,
To which perhaps self-interested love
Will ope their listening sense. Of mental joys
And pure delight, they would not understand,
Or relish the description. But if health
They covet, nor before the genial prime
Wish the stern Fates to cut their vital thread,
Those hearts may prove susceptible of fear,
[Page 12] Which instinct, love, and duty could despise.
Nor seek We fabled incidents, to strike
With superstitious dread the mind, but truth,
Plain, honest truth, inspires the homely song.
SHE who refuses to her Young One's lip
Her swelling bosom, each returning year
Conceives, and each returning year sustains
The pangs of child-birth. Harass'd by fatigue,
The strongest constitution droops; but soon
The weaker system, like a blighted flower,
Falls underneath the shock. The nursing time
Was meant by wisest Nature, as a stay,
A vacant interspace, in which the nerves,
And threads of life unstrung, might re-assume
Their native tone, endued again with strength,
And corresponding freedom, to support
The day of toil: As a sure medicine,
To root out many an illness, else untamed,
From the soft female frame: T'invigorate
The fragile texture, and with grateful force
[Page 13] Astringe the fibres, morbid and relax'd.
But if not e'en these motives can persuade;
T' improve her charms, new beauties to possess,
Is Woman's utmost wish. View then the Fair,
Who to this sweet employment turns her mind!
Delighted Health sits on her polish'd brow,
And shews the veins beneath? Spreads o'er her cheek
The vermil glow; her eyes with lustre fills;
Decks her with radiant smiles, and all her form
With grace ineffable, and comeliness
Invests. Enough of these—The Muse beholds
With rapture some of other kind—Oh! hail
Ye real Mothers! Ye whose hearts are full
Of sensibility! Who highly pleased,
Would not, for all the gewgaws Pride can boast,
Loosen the magic knot, which joins in one
Your Babes and you; or see a Hireling share
The love, which to a Mother sole belongs.
O Thou, to whom, one of this pious train,
I with esteem and veneration bend!
Lead on with decent step, uncheck'd by fear,
[Page 14] To those domestic haunts, where peace expands
Her wings, and Harmony delighted dwells.
Let me behold thee, rivet thy fix'd eye
On the young infant Form, then press it close,
Glose to thy throbbing heart, then on it's lips
A thousand kisses print, thy eyes with joy
O'erslowing, in each feature nicely scann'd
Tracing the dear resemblance of it's fire.
And lo! where pleased, beyond expression pleased,
To see thee in the sweetest task employ'd
Of female duty, where thy Husband hangs
Enamour'd o'er thy bosom! not the night
Which gave thee to his arms, bestow'd a joy
To this superior; thrilling to the mind,
Sincere, and home-felt. O true name of love,
Tender Affection! Genuine Source of bliss
Immaculate, and pure! The transient blaze
Of passion soon subsides, thy steadier fire
Time but increases! Soft coercive band,
Connecting souls! Without thee, what is life!
Mild Halcyon of the breast, whose summer wing
[Page 15] Calms every raging storm! To thee the wise,
The good still offer incense; all who bear
No sordid stains; nor any but the dull,
Or grovelling, in her parsimonious mood
By nature form'd, or whom with iron hand
Tyrannic Custom rules, despise thy sway.
THRICE happy She, by inclination led,
By nought with-held, to add this pleasing link,
This heart-endearing bond, to the sweet ties
Of married love! But should'st thou e'er be doom'd
Votaress of truth and virtue, to resist
Th' attractive warmth by their eternal hands
Implanted; to resist the liberal call
Of duty and desire; condemned by ails
From causes unforeseen to tear the Pledge
From thy fond bosom; while thy sickening heart
Bleeds at the thought, condemn'd another's care
T' invoke for him, the Babe, thy straining eyes
Gaze on with nameless pleasure: Let my lay
Direct thy choice for the momentous task
[Page 16] Whom to retain, what Parent to adopt
For thy unconscious young one; for from her
Not only nutriment perhaps he takes,
To life and growth subservient, but who knows
How far the stamina yet unevolved,
How far the soul herself as yet unformed,
For texture, vigour, passions, intellect,
On this thy act depend? Far from the bounds
Of the rank city, let some trusty Friend
Explore the straw-rooft cott; there, firm of nerve
Her blood from every grosser particle,
By hardy labour, and abstemious Fare,
Sublimed; the honest peasant's mate shall ope
Her hospitable arms, receive with joy
The infant Stranger, and profusely yield
Her pure balsamic nurture to his lip.
But since the keenest eye may be deceived,
And vice will lurk amid the country haunts
To innocence devoted, it were meet
T' investigate among the village Tribe
Their Neighbour's mode of life. Heeds she the laws
[Page 17] Of matron-like sobriety? Her fame,
Is it from all suspicion clear? Her soul,
To wedlock true? Feels she a Parent's love?
To her own Offspring tenderly benign?
Does she her husband's constant heart possess?
Nor seeks he foreign pleasure? Every doubt
Extinguish'd here; still curiously persist,
Nor terminate thy search; examine round
Her little mansion, see if there, in spite
Of poverty, the step of cleanliness,
Attractive Nymph, unhesitating treads.
Her age too claims thy notice; let not time
On restless wing have stolen from her face
The bloom -of youth, nor be she green in years.
For torpid, or impaired by frequent use,
The flexile vessels which convolved in maze
Wrapp'd within maze, secrete the purer stream,
Their office will more sparingly perform,
Or less nutritious particles supply.
And if thy nurse be young, the thoughtful mind
Of prudence, would not to her charge confide
[Page 18] What claims exactest assiduity,
And serious vigilance. There are who think
Too subtile in their theory, the Nurse
Should with the Mother aptly coincide
In age and temperament; but heeding well
The precepts we have given, thou may'st neglect
Such trivial niceness; Health from each extreme
Removed, is not to colour of the hair,
Or to complexion tinged with red or brown
Consined: Excess thou should'st indeed avoid
Of plump or lean, nor would I choose th' adust
And highly bilious, or the sable hue
Of clouded melancholy. Be it then
Thy primal care to fix on vigorous health
Adorn'd with smiles, the lovely progeny
Of constant cheerfulness, and sweet content.
Nor would I (tho confest a quality
Inferior in it's kind) not prize the voice
From harshness free, whose soft tone can compose
The froward Babe, or gently bid it wake,
And view the young-eyed morn. O thou, who help'st
[Page 19] To throng the crowded Town, restrain'd by force
Within that court of death, where every gale
Is tainted with pollution; did the Muse
If some sad cause forbade thee to pursue
The Mother's genuine office, to the fields
Serene, and rural Lares order forth
Thy tender Infant? not from needless fears
And vain precaution, did she dare to thwart
The dictates of humanity. She sees,
What do not to thy eye perhaps appear,
The dreadful train of ills, which swarm within
Th' unhallow'd precincts. Well she knows how few
Out of the many myriads city-born
Survive, in just proportion scann'd with those
Who bask in freer day. Yet, much avails
A Parent's unabating love, and sharp
Is absence to the soul. But can'st thou purge
Th' unwholesome atmosphere, gravid with seeds
Of latent sickness? Suffocation fell,
Angina, Apthous Sores, Eruptions dire,
Pertussis sierce, and squalid Atrophy?
[Page 20] Say, can'st thou bid the flagging South speed by,
Nor stagnant, o'er his much-loved mansion brood
With darkening plume, of poison and of death
Prolific? When each danger I review,
Shudd'ring with fear, I scarce would bid thee prove
The Nurse's task, tho nought should intervene
Of fatal accident, and thou art bound
By every tie of nature to the deed.
For can'st thou round thy Infant's brow entwine
A magic wreath? Or cause an Angel lift
His shielding arm? Thou can'st not: Follow then
The precepts of experience; yet let oft
Maternal fondness guide thee to the place
Where rests the little sojourner, there view
How cherish'd, how improved, and lingering chide
The rapid step of still-progressive time,
Which hurries thee reluctantly away.
BUT can the Mother change unblamed the town,
For some sequester'd villa? What denies,
Her bed of sickness quitted, to retreat
[Page 21] And seek the haunts, where Peace on flowers reclined
Lists to the warbling songster of the grove?
Or from the gently-rising hill surveys
The grazing herds, and rivulet which winds
Meand'ring thro the distant vale? Where Health
Sports on the level green, and young delight
Smiling attends: Where bounteous Nature sheds
Her choicest blessings, and with guardian wing
Protects her favourite progeny. Retire,
My fair Disciple, haste to scenes like these,
And underneath thy roof invite to dwell
The Fosterer of thy child. Despise, with me,
Th' insipid train of vanity and pride;
The foppery of custom; quaint parade
Of ceremonial visit; idle farce
Of masquerade, or ball, where real joy
Ne'er entered; conversations gayly dull,
Unblest by exiled friendship; glare of courts;
And mummery of the Great. Be't thine to walk
With Reason, and enjoy th' harmonious voice
Of conscious Rectitude, whose soothing strain
[Page 22] Can lift the soul beyond what vulgar thought
Can distantly imagine. If thou must
Require another's aid thy place to fill,
Her conduct thou direct, and regulate
The manner of her life, a pleasure this
Inferior, yet affording ample room
To gratify the smer nerve of love.
To see thy Substitute at stated times
The life-sustaining food supply, to mark
How thrives her young Dependent, and each day
Appears addition manifest to gain
In size and stature, while his eyes beam forth,
At least to Fancy's peering search, the dawn
Of future reason, and intelligence.
HERE, as in all things, Nature opens wide
Her page instructive. Did'st thou not behold
How in her homely dwelling, Health imbued
With reseate tint the cheeks, and firmly strung
The muscles of her elder boy thy Nurse
Hath left behind? She was not surfeited
[Page 23] With dainty cates, and high luxurious fare
When him she suckled; never did a draught
Stronger than water pass her thirsty lip;
Pernicious ale she knew not. When released
From short confinement, to her various wants
No Friend, no Servant minister'd; her Babe
She fill'd, then gave up to the soft embrace
Of sleep; meanwhile no sedentary life
She led, she spun the woof, in order meet
She set her cott, the viands she prepared,
With which at even-tide to welcome home
The Husband whom she loved: Or in her arms
Bearing her grateful burthen, out she hied,
Braving the summer's heat, or winter's cold,
And as she walk'd, caroll'd th' incondite lay
Of rustic merriment. Seek not to change
Her usual regimen, for if thou dost,
Should she escape the fever which impends,
Expect thy Child, attack'd by cholic pangs,
To writhe in torture, or perhaps at once
Convulsions sierce shall snatch him from the world.
[Page 24] For now her stomach, which from diet hard,
By habit's force, and potent exercise
Elaborated chyle of blandest sort,
Oppress'd by crudities, corrupts the blood
With viscid recrement. Or else the Brain,
That source of motion, urged by sympathy,
Creates new impulses of morbid kind
The vital threads affecting, and from thence
Th' elastic arteries, and ruddy stream
Within their coats contain'd, the different glands
Their various store secreting, nor escapes
Among the rest the lacteal tide, the food,
By nature, of thy Child, but now his bane.
O HABIT! Powerful Ruler of Mankind!
Great Principle of action! Reconciled
By thee to every clime, the human Race
O'erspread this globe; around the frozen pole
Scorn the stern brow of Winter, nor beneath
Th' equator's torrid influence, dread the shafts
Of vengeful Phoebus; thou presidest well-pleased
[Page 25] Over th' innocuous vegetable meal,
Which on the banks of Ganges, or of Ind,
Satiates the temperate Bramin. Thou can'st tame
To wholesome nourishment the sanguine feast
Of th' ever-roving Scythian. To thy laws
We subjugate the willing neck, profest
Thy vassals; nor the mental faculties
Dost thou not sway; by thee inwrapt in maze
Of subtle politics, the Statesman plans
His fraudful schemes unceasing. Thou sustain'st
The Sage who labours for the public good
With patriot care, though oftentimes assail'd
By black ingratitude. The midnight lamp
Of meditation, trimm'd by thee, reveals
To keen Philosophy Truth's awful face,
And all his toil is pleasure. Led by thee,
The Bard retreats from Vice's noisy reign,
And in the secret grot with Fancy holds
Delicious converse, while her hand withdraws
The veil from Memory's ideal store,
And all th' associated tribe of thought
[Page 26] Displays before his view. Still may I bend
Before thy shrine, O Habit, when thy rules
With Nature's disagree not, (neither then
May we unpunish'd break them,) else in vain
Shalt thou attempt to fasten round my heart;
For know, that Reason, and her Sister Form,
Fair Virtue, can untwist thy magic cords,
And to their will, tho not annihilate,
Can all thy laws attemper and refine.
END OF THE FIRST BOOK.

INFANCY, A DIDACTIC POEM. BOOK II.
[Page]BOOK THE SECOND.

[Page]
ARGUMENT.

Introduction, and Address to Humanity and Simplicity.—Importance of the subject.—Nursery, not unworthy the notice of Fathers.—Aliment of Infants.—Milk, the only provision of Nature.—Folly of giving them various kinds of food, and especially of feeding them by night.—Additional food when Infants gain the age of two months.—Not to be fed in such a quantity, as that their stomachs may reject the Aliment.—Apolo-gy for Mothers being led into error.—Description of Prejudice in general.—Mothers should strive against its power.—Ill effects of repletion, even in grown per­sons.—Nature to be satisfied, not over-loaded.—Healthy appearance of Children temperately brought up, and pleasing prospect of their future behaviour in life by that means.—Weakly Children, though some­times of quick apprehensions, not likely to perform the active duties of life.—The Storgè, or natural affection of Parents to their Offspring, may be carried to ex­cess.—Weaning.—The fittest time when Children are about nine months old.—Before this, proper to accu­stom them to other food.—Vegetables alone, the cause of many complaints to Children.—Importance of the female Character.

ARE there with pride elate, who cast a glance
Of supercilious scorn on strains like these,
Stiling them low? While sweet Humanity
Attentive listens, vain the Cynic sneer,
Or Cynic frown. She, her warm cheek suffused
With blushes sprung from conscious virtue, owns
She thinks no task too mean, no work too low,
Whose end is public good; would save a life,
Rather than deck herself in glittering robes,
And boast of titled honours; sooner give
One ornament to grace the Common-weal,
Than purchase a whole empory of wit.
Come modest Dame, and o'er my numbers meek
Preside; come with Simplicity, who hates
The swelling phrase bombast, th' insipid term
Pompously introduced, as Artists vile
[Page 30] O'er forms uncouth their dazzling colours spread,
And mock the eye: She too shall bid the train
Of haughty Ignorance (for 'tis the curse
Of Pride to be with Ignorance conjoined)
Keep far aloof, nor read the hallow'd lay.
YET not alone to Women do We write,
The Nurse or Mother. Subjects such as these
Oft have the Sages old of Greece or Rome
In studious mood employed; full well they knew
That from the birth those Heroes must be form'd,
Whom Athens might with future joy admire
Or hardy Sparta: Heroes who might urge
To their sublimest pitch the rights of men,
Brave every danger for their Country's cause,
And make the Persian tremble, tho inclosed
By countless Millions: Heroes who might act
Deeds which the Gracchi would not blush to own,
Or Scipio, bravest, noblest of mankind.
Themes such as these employ'd the generous soul
Of Locke, when with the patriot spirit fired
[Page 31] Of Plato or Lycurgus, He assay'd
The manly task, from custom's harpy claws,
And the soft lap of luxury, to snatch
The Babe t' enervate idleness foredoom'd,
Or sickly languor; to connect his mind
With vigorous organs, it's impulsive will
Apt to perform, and run with ease and strength
The great and difficult career of life;
Desirous to behold our British Youth
Out-rival ancient fame. Come then ye Sires,
Whom love of Offspring, or of Country sways!
You will approve my verse; the Nursery's care
From you will gain attention. Wisdom's voice,
And deep philosophy to you have taught
It's consequence, and worth. Oh! aid the toil
Of a fond Mother, with your reason guide
Her gentler faculties; invigorate
Her virtuous weakness; to your well-known voice
She will, she cannot but with pleasure yield,
And follow precepts sanctisied by You.
[Page 32] WHAT aliment the tender Babe requires,
How best sustain'd, the Muse proceeds to sing.
To Nature then attend: She hath prepared
No food but milk alone, and if it flows
In plenteous rills, abundant is the store.
Thus fed, the lamb over the grassy turf
Sports frolicksome; the patient ox who turns
Sweltering all day the stubborn glebe, by this
Nourish'd at first, his present strength acquired.
And will thy Infant cease to thrive, supplied
With this nepenthe? Rather He will gain
New vigour every hour, and healthful smile
Tho sickness scoul around. Yet some there are
Who fill from morn to noon, from noon to eve,
Nay thro the hours of night, the suffering Child
With various cates, heedless of nature's lore,
Cruelly kind, unknowing that they thus
Fatten a victim for the hungry grave.
For from repletion, every ill severe
Which threatens childhood, arm'd with keener force,
Invades the delicate frame. How oft 'twere sit
[Page 33] The Suckling should imbibe the milky stream,
From the first dawn of morning, till the sun
Set in the west, experience must evince.
All do not feed alike, some greedily
Drain at a meal the lacteal beverage,
Others more nice require the frequent treat.
YET when Night spreads her mantle o'er the Globe,
And leads on sleep and silence, it is meet
T' obey her mandate; rest thy careful head
O Mother, let thy tender Nurseling rest.
Why wilt Thou anxious to thyself create
Unnecessary pain? At evening close
Forth from her den starts the fell Lioness,
And thro the gloomy desart urges on
Eager for prey her rapid step, She leaves
Her sleeping young one, nor expects he food
Till she return with morning's early beam.
Yet this is He, who shall hereafter reign
Lord of the forest, and with kingly voice
Appal his listening subjects. But thy heart
[Page 34] Is soft, and cannot bear thy Infant's cries.
Oh! Heaven forbid that I should wish thy breast
Steel'd to his real misery! But these
Are cries which evil custom hath begot,
And blind indulgence; unalarm'd sustain
A few short trials, bear unmoved the shock
At first; indulged not, He will fret no more.
Believe me, nor from hunger, nor from pain
These wailings spring. How different is the shriek,
And agonizing groan, from sobs like these,
Transient, and humorsome! To cloath thy Child
With health some little violence endure:
Nor to the dictates plain of candid truth
Thy ancient Nurse's doating saws prefer.
THE Stomach ever full, is ever weak:
But from refreshing sleep and abstinence
Digestion thrives, and kindliest nutriment
Th' absorbent veins inhale, wherewith the warm
And plastic arteries by due degrees
Upbuild the human fabric; or by which
[Page 35] Each slender thread and fibre is evolved,
Gaining mysteriously their destined bulk
And firm elastic motion. Robb'd of sleep
The Warrior droops his head, and longs no more
To plunge amid the fight: The Rustic faints
Vigorous e'erwhile, nor strains his sinewy arms
Holding the plough, but nerveless and unmann'd
Presses his homely pallet, sending forth
Vain wishes to the Power who from him flies.
And can the gentle frame of Woman bear
Constant disturbance and unrest? Her strength
Melts down apace, the bloom forsakes her cheeks,
A peevish listlessness succeeds, she pines,
And over-sedulous is now unfit
To fill that office which she most desires.
WOULD'ST Thou thy Child to pass the hours of night
Wrapt in sleep's downy plumage? Banish far
The lazy cradle, useless but to give
Relief to th' indolent attendant race,
Who fain would batten in perpetual sloth,
[Page 36] Who shrink at slightest toil, and ill deserve
The viands they devour. At first indeed,
During the circuit of a moon or twain
'Tis fit thy Charge should only eat and sleep;
Nature demands it. Afterward contract
The hours of sleep by day, and in th' embrace
Of carefulness let exercise divert
The lively Infant; chiefly when his eye
Now looks around unknowing what he sees,
Now when he springs, and spreads his little arms,
And smiles, and utters sounds which strike thine ear
With wondrous pleasure. Tho We now permit
Some added food, its quality regard,
As of important consequence. We praise
Above the rest, the farinaceous tribe,
Bread well-fermented, unadulterate
With deleterious alum, this with milk
And with the limpid element decoct.
Yet always mindful of the golden mean,
Be even this with moderation used,
Nor ever glut the stomach till it loathes,
[Page 37] And the superfluous aliment rejects.
The wrinkled Sibyl laugh to scorn, and all
Her dreams fallacious, when pronouncing this
A sign of health. Nature indeed is kind,
And various her attempts t' evacuate
What would be noxious, and 'tis well thy Child
Hath still sufficing strength. But he, poor Babe,
Had he the sense to guide his appetite,
Would shun this consequence of mere excess,
No proof of health, disgustful to the eye.
WE blame thee not for yielding to the voice
Of Error; if beneath the solemn garb
Of old experience hid, and self-convinced,
Not meaning to deceive, how should thy young
Untutor'd mind resist her lore? But when
Truth meets thy sight, and pointing shews the way
To Nature's bower, thy blind associate quit,
Enter the hallow'd shade, converse with her
Pure Nymph, peruse her lineaments divine,
And to her voice impartial ope thy heart.
IT is not strange that Prejudice should gain
Access to thy soft bosom. Who can boast
His freedom? Wide and potent is her sway.
No Fiend in stronger bonds hath held enslaved
The groaning nations. In Cimmerian gloom,
Where light ne'er penetrates, but Darkness sits
In fixt essential majesty enthroned,
Unconscious Sloth, by Ignorance compress'd,
Brought forth this Monster. To the haunts of men
Taking her way, the stars grew pale; her wings
She spread incumbent o'er the subject world,
Nor suffered men to view what slender bounds
Divided them from brutes; in torpid state
Plunged deep, they lay supine for many an age,
Till Aegypt first rebell'd: Mother of arts,
And boasted fount of wisdom. Yet, tho bold
Th' adventure, She to burst the galling chain
Strove unsuccessful. Mid the twilight groves
Of sacred Memphis, on the banks of Nile,
Prolific, wondrous stream, or round the walls
Of hundred-gated Thebes, in union close
[Page 39] With Superstition dwelt the Pest abhorr'd;
And underneath her hieroglyphic veil
Incongruous forms commingled. Nor in Greece
Reign'd she less absolute; her Sages hence
Built their fallacious systems, airy shades,
And phantoms of the brain; with wordy war
Fought in defence each of his waking dream,
And suffer'd Truth with Socrates t' expire.
How long beneath her power did Europe bend!
Prompted by her, Ambition eagle-wing'd
Taught ancient Rome amid the lust of sway,
Intent on crimson conquest, to neglect
Humanity and virtue; till the pile
By valour rear'd, fell from it's giddy height,
Shatter'd within by luxury, without
Assail'd by savage fierceness. Then what depth
Of native gloom, of thick-incircling night,
Witness'd her presence! Every art was lost,
Each effort of the mind; or else sunk low
Grouch'd to the yoke; while o'er the puzzled schools
[Page 40] Exalted, shook his worse than iron rod
The Tyrant Stagyrite; and Physic awed
By Galen's sullen Genius dared not heal.
Each lovelier grace, each elegance unknown,
Each genuine ornament, till Taste, o'erwhelm'd
With death-like Sleep, in Leo's age revived.
Philosophy extinct, till Bacon rose
The morning star of science, by whose beams
Transfixt, as erst the fabled Python fell,
Lay vanquish'd huge Authority. Then first
Experiment with radiant lamp disclosed
The stores of bigot Time, and taught with nice
Laborious hand from each fictious gem
To separate the true. Hence day by day
The rigid shackles fall self-loosed, or brace
Mankind less strictly; we for Nature's laws
Read Nature only; Wisdom smiles serene,
With freedom bless'd, and Fools alone are slaves.
AND say wilt Thou in this enlightened age
O Mother, single stand, and lend thine ear
[Page 41] To hoar, and quaint Tradition? Wilt thou treat
Thy Child by their opinion, whose advice
Thou would'st not follow in one act beside?
Judge by thyself. What languor, what fatigue
Attends the fuller meal! What dire effects,
What tumults oft from the crude surfeit rise!
And why is reason thine, if not with care
To govern him whose yet unripen'd frame
Of sense is vacant? Tho with greater ease,
His stomach may the superplus expel,
Than older gluttony; yet caution dreads
Events unfortunate, the nerves convulsed,
Fever, and each ill symptom which attends
The growing teeth. Unskill'd to curb himself,
His appetite guide thou: So, duly fed,
Each meal affording what may satisfy,
Not burthen nature, on thy happy Child
Hygeia shall with eye propitious look.
His shall be comely vigour, winning smiles,
Freedom from pain, protection from disease,
And stamina well-knit to undergo
[Page 42] Each future change of ever-varying life,
Each toil, each danger, nay perhaps a base
On which hereafter may be firmly rear'd
Each virtue, social, public, warm, resined,
Each intellectual, moral excellence.
FOR tho the Child of weaker nerves may seem
With quickest parts endow'd, yet should he rise
Thro numerous perils to the height of Man,
Oppress'd with listless torpor, how can he
Brave the meridian ray of public life?
Reflecting on himself, how shall his mind
Expand t'ward other's feelings? Nay too oft
Those blossoms immature of sense, on which
We gaze with pleasure and astonishment,
Spontaneous from the blighted stalk descend,
Or yield harsh, tasteless fruit. This stroke severe
Thou shalt avoid, more rationally kind.
If form'd by nature delicate, thy love
Guided by judgment, shall his strength improve;
At least his weakness, or th' effects it brings,
[Page 43] Shall not proceed from errors of thy own,
Thou wilt not gorge thy Child; and all night long
He sleeps serene, an interval of rest,
In which the stomach clear'd of every load
Fortuitous, its healthful state preserves.
He wakes alert, prompted by hunger keen
T' imbibe the draught nutritious. Thee too Sleep
Hath charm'd with opiate rod, no froward cries,
No tortures of thy Infant, caused by crude,
Unwholesome, or accumulated fare,
Have broke thy tranquil slumbers. Thou too seest
Placid the break of morn, and to thy Babe
The well-secreted, copious aliment
Preparest to give; which, sad anxiety
And restless hours, (in her, who idly fond,
And painfully solicitous, hath watch'd
The night, for other purposes design'd)
Rob of its balmy essence, else derived
Sprightly and plenteous from the genial chyle,
A weak, thin, vapid, unsubstantial juice;
Whence to the tender organs of her Babe
[Page 44] A morbid irritation, which destroys
Their natural, and necessary tone,
Till haply dire disease, or death ensues.
Is there a stronger principle infix'd
In human nature, than the zealous warmth
A Mother t'ward her Infant feels? Yet thin
Is the barrier dividing right from wrong,
Virtue from vice. The noblest qualities
Indulged t' excess, a different hue assume,
No longer noble. Courage may be changed
To brutal force; to prodigality
The generous sentiment; to licence rude
Freedom's bright flame; and tender nuptial love
To mean uxoriousness. What siner joys
Inspire the soul more exquisitely form'd,
By vulgar minds unheeded! But beware
Lest sensibility itself, uncheck'd,
Extinguish it's delights; lest pity bleed
At every pore, intolerable smart
Enduring; lest the softer passion urge
[Page 45] If unsuccessful, to the wan abode
Of madness or despair; lest taste exact
Turn to fastidious niceness, coveting
With vain desire, among the works of men,
To find perfection. Thou too curb thy zeal
O Mother, that impulsive ardour rule,
That love inordinate, which urges on
To weakness, and perverts to criminal
The sweetest, best emotions of thy soul.
WHENCE is this nameless Energy? this power
So forcibly attractive? who intwined
It's subtle threads? and round the willing heart
Braced firm the cord mysterious? Who, but He!
The prime Intelligence! Who first call'd forth
From warring Chaos this fair frame of things!
Who bade each part with animation glow!
And what He will'd t' exist, in order due
Not of continued, but successive life
Will'd to preserve. Who taught the winged race 340
Among impervious shades, with matchless skill,
[Page 46] To form their nests, and guard their callow brood.
The Natives of the fields, and desart wilds,
A fit retreat to seek, the rocky cave,
Thicket, or mountain high. Who gives them all
A thousand wiles, a thousand stratagems
Of crafty policy, from hostile force
To save their Young; and to defend them, fills
E'en the most timid with impetuous strength,
And sense of prowess never felt before.
Instinct alone, their Tutoress and Guide;
But Instinct and superior Reason thine.
THUS while nine Moons have known increase and wane
Taught to proceed, the pleasing task of care
Is still unfinish'd, much remains unsung.
Now is the Season by experience deem'd
Most meet, an arduous duty to attempt.
Arduous to some; but not to thee, whose mind
Reason enlightens with a clearer ray,
Shewing the bounds between parental love,
And it's fond foolish mimic. Thou canst look
[Page 47] Beyond the present, no dull slave of sense,
And for a lasting good, most willingly
Endure some transient pain. Thy Child long time
Fed by thy vital fluid, now requires
Dismission from the breast. Yet not at once,
As some have taught erroneous; such our frame
That every rash and sudden change may prove
The source of harm. More wise and cautious Thou
Break thro the tye of habit by degrees;
And ere the stream maternal be refused,
His taste to different nutriment incline.
BESIDES th' increase of food ere while allow'd
What diet do we grant? Some would defer
To years more vigorous, all, that tyrant Man,
The universal glutton, from the race
That grazes on the plain, or skims the flood,
Or cleaves with nimble wing the yielding air,
Culls for his use; and would not that the child
Should taste of aught but what the fruitful earth
Plant, herb, or grain produces, with the stream
[Page 48] The lowing kine afford. There are no doubt
Who to the latest stage of life arrive,
Thus always nourish'd. On the shores of Ind
Check't by religious fears, whole Tribes refuse
To bathe their hands in blood, lest thro the wound
A kindred soul should fly; yet some pass thro
A century of years (so fame reports)
By sickness unsubdued. Where high ascend
Our Caledonian hills, the hardy North
A gallant Offspring boasts, whom Fate denies
T' indulge, except in vegetable meals.
Yet when their country rouses them to arms,
Waving her standard to their view, they rush
Impetuous forth, and terrible in war,
Dread as the Lion hurt, in every clime
They fight, they conquer, hearing but their name
The distant Foe grows pale. Yet prone to doubt,
The Sage these fair examples will not trust,
Implicitly believing. He will judge
Not from a race of men by habit sway'd,
By custom harden'd, not from every rare
[Page 49] Occurrence of longevity; or those
The minions of their clan, who seek the fields
Where rages fell Bellona. He requires
A strict impartial list, to know if more
Of these, compared with others, ere the force
Of potent use hath nature's influence changed,
Escape unhurt, and reach life's grateful prime
Active, proportion'd, vigorous. And here,
These distant facts still undetermined left,
Th' instructive Muse shall teach from what her eyes
Have clearly seen; though social, not inclined
To luxury's various table, tho humane,
No follower of the Samian Sect. Howe'er
The Infant form'd perhaps with stronger nerves,
Or of peculiar nature, may escape
The blasting hand of sickness, or may thrive
On vegetable fare, yet oft we view
Where poverty more generous food denies,
Tottering Rachitis seize it's helpless prey;
Or flow-consuming Tabes; or within
His mazy labyrinth, the tortuous Worm
[Page 50] Finding a sure asylum, multiplies
His noisome produce. Hence th' unwieldy head,
Distended joints, limbs variously incurved.
Hence the sunk cheek, the hollow lifeless eye:
Hence loss of balmy sleep, and appetite,
Convulsive motions, agonizing spasms,
And symptoms, which in order to describe,
Had foil'd the Coan Sage. For maugre those
Who idly speculate, by fancy ruled,
Or superstition; Nature, we assert,
Form'd us, with mingled diet, herb, root, seed,
And animal, to gratify our taste,
Or foster life; a truth, th' Anatomist
Plainly demonstrates; nor will Reason's mind
Admit a doubt. The crude or sluggish juice
Which vegetables yield, with toil perspired,
Weakens the stomach, whose contraction fails
Not justly stimulated: while the skin
It's pores block'd up, or e'en it's texture changed,
Is cover'd o'er with incrustations fou
Scarcely, if ever, by th' abstersive wave
[Page 51] Of tepid bath removed. But if by fate
These viands are refused, condemn'd to taste
Nought but bird, fish, or beast, a putrid mass
Is gender'd, which pollutes the vital slood,
And taints each humour, till the general frame
Dissolves as in a thaw. These truths regard;
By Nature heeded, when with care She form'd
The lacteal fluid; a peculiar Mixt,
Skilfully blended; by digestion due,
Or in it's winding passage thro the glands
Animalized, and render'd fit to tame
The ferment of acidity, to which
Childhood is prone. Whence we conclude, that now
When from the breast exiled, as far as Art
Her nicer laws can imitate, 'tis right
T' adapt it's food, and mingle aliment
Of alkalescent quality, with that
Which might t' incorrigible acid turn.
THIS to prevent, haply the bounteous streams
Of Pales, from each wholesome leaf, each soft
[Page 52] And verdant shoot, secreted, which invest
Grateful, the dewy meadow, tho conceived
Of virtues rare, and th' intermediate link
Of animal and vegetable kind,
Will want sufficient power. We fear not then
To bid thee from the herd or flock derive
Part of thy Infant's sustenance; but still
With licence circumscribed. As yet the spoon
Retaining, covet not with firmer meats,
To satiate hunger, till the rising teeth
Spring from their latent seeds, and deck the mouth,
Two rows of clearest white. The Fibres else,
Impacted, will not to digestion yield,
A harden'd, tough, indomitable mass:
Nor will the salivary Glands emit
Their needful liquid. By compulsive fire
Rather extract the pure nutritious juice,
Mix'd with the virgin lymph; with this combine
The generous gifts of Ceres; and behold
The Dairy offers it's nectareous store;
And Carolina sends her pearly grain.
[Page 53] RARE, and more rarely, now thy breast unveil,
Nor to a distant day protract the time
Of final separation; He requires
No farther aid of thine; thee other cares
Haply demand, thee other duties; go,
Thou wert not form'd for One alone, tho dear;
Go, bless thy Husband with a numerous race,
Beauteous like this, like this with health adorn'd.
How high the rank in life of Womankind!
Their station how important! Hapless He
Who lives unconscious of their worth! The Fool
Of grosser sense, or airy Libertine
Who draws his judgment from the forward few,
Or yielding weak, and dares with impious tongue
Pronounce them all the slaves of vanity,
By passion ever led, by flattery won.
Their frame like our's, but with ethereal touch
More delicately limb'd. The same their souls,
More soft, more sensible, and more refined.
Each uncontaminated Briton owns
[Page 54] And feels their virtues. Polishers of life!
Sweeteners of savage care! Who tune the breast
To harmony, or prompt to glorious deeds
And emulative toil. To friendship's flame,
To gratitude, how exquisitely true!
Who tender confidence repay with love,
Integrity unshaken, faith most pure,
Warm, zealous loyalty. With honour clad,
As with a robe, and beauteous ornaments
Of unaffected modesty. Well-skill'd
To form the growing soul, and on its young
And opening bud to fix th' impression deep
Of every generous thought, which stimulates
The future Man, to love of Parents, Friends,
Offspring, and sacred Freedom, while as yet
Corruption suffers, in her favourite Isle
The Goddess to reside. Far hence, away,
Ye groveling Sensualists, to Eastern climes!
Where lust, and barbarous jealousy immure
The passive slaves! What joy can beauty give,
When strays th' unfetter'd will? Or when in calm,
[Page 55] And thinking hour, the mind unsatisfied
Contemns the looser Objects of desire,
Pining for sympathy? And feels a void,
Which roving licence never can supply?
The wanton dance, the soft voluptuous strain
Sung to the melting viol, nought inspires,
But languor and disgust. Mistaken Men!
Who lose the better portion of their time,
The dear domestic hour; the converse bland,
Fruition of the soul, love's balmy zest
Which never cloys; parental cares conjoin'd;
Divided griefs; reciprocal delights;
The Life of Nature, Reason, Virtue, Bliss.
END OF THE SECOND BOOK.

INFANCY, A DIDACTIC POEM. BOOK III.
[Page] BOOK THE THIRD.

[Page]
ARGUMENT.

Introduction.—Address to Dr Cullen.—The diet before mentioned to be continued for twelve months longer.—The unvitiated taste of Children to be consulted.—Error of giving them whatever we like ourselves.—Description of artificial, and more polished life.—Progress from thence to Luxury, and all it's bad effects.—Particularly the abuses of the Table.—Chil­dren relish bland and insipid food.—Ill effects of in­dulging them with wine.—One meal a-day of any simple animal food, with vegetables and bread, to be allowed to them.—Pickles, salted meats, and sweet­meats condemned.—The only drink of Children should be water.—Praise of that element.—Fruits recom­mended.—When arrived at the age of four years, the meals of Children to be regulated and confined to the common stated times.—Advantages of a Child, thus brought up, over others.—Remainder of the subject mentioned.—Thoughts of the Author there­upon.

AGAIN from busy care, from thoughts which prey
On the reflecting mind, from the rank walks
Of Men, where folly dwells, and base design,
And flattery mean, and servile complaisance,
From the dissembled Friend whose hollow heart
Professing service, aims but to deceive,
I seek the Muse; whose charms can softly steal
Affliction from itself, whose power can smoothe
The paths of rugged toil, can heal the wound
Of discontent, and calm the throbbing breast
Of indignation. To my theme again
Well-pleased I turn, and view the simple race
Of Infant Innocence, as yet unwarp'd
By education, blameless nature their's,
And passions undebauch'd, from envy free,
[Page 60] From guile, and that assembled crew of ills
Produced by commerce with a tainted world.
AND say wilt Thou (to whom long since had flow'd
The grateful strain, if apprehensive doubt
Had not shrunk fearful from the public eye,
And dreaded lest thy praises should appear
Link'd to our slighted numbers.) Say, wilt Thou,
CULLEN! Unrivall'd Master of thy art!
Of soul acute throughout the winding maze
Of every devious system, to pursue
And mark the steps of error! By whose aid
Edina rears her Academic palm!
While to thy precepts listening, gathers round
Attentive Youth from each far-distant shore,
And bigot envy droops beneath the ray
Of thy superior lustre! In whose heart
Dwells candour, inmate of the truly great,
And modest diffidence. Whom judgment sage
By long experience taught, directs to fix
The bounds of theory, ne'er own'd a guide
[Page 61] But where observance faithfully severe
Hath ceased to pry; yet by her labours skill'd,
As with a glance, nicely to separate
What vulgar minds by seeming likeness caught,
Absurdly blend; and deem thy conduct rash,
Till they behold with wonder health array
Those cheeks in rosy mantle, lately view'd
As death's pale harbingers. For to thy eye
Memory her fairest tablet swift presents,
And method gives that readiness of thought
By them ascribed to fancy, but which springs
From painful application. Say wilt Thou
Accept our tributary verse? Thou wilt.
For in thy breast the softer graces dwell,
Nor hath Philosophy with stern controul
Lessen'd the milder virtues of the Man;
Thine is the breath sincere of friendship, thine
Compassion's unaffected ardour, thine
The Husband's and the Father's tender love,
And warm benevolence incircling all.
AT length, from stricter vigilance, the Child
Is freed O Mother, wean'd from thy embrace.
Yet the refused thy bosom, still attend
With guardian mind, still prize our lays, for thee,
For Him, attuned; sincere, however else
Wanting due ornament; nor haply needs
Important truth the vivid dress of words,
The tinsel decorations which the song
Inferior claims. Nine moons are past, twelve more
As we have taught, proceed; such thrifty fare
Is best; thy Child's pure nature doth not ask
Variety of meats. He thrives, He grows,
His cheeks unsullied bloom, his soul expands,
Thou seest his smiles, his gay incessant voice
Resounds; what covets thy fond wish? And now
His strength increased, his more elastic limbs
By constant motion exercised, his teeth
Given for utility, not shew, demand
Food more substantial. Yet, by every grace
Which doth, or ought t' inspire the female breast,
By holy temperance, by every nice
[Page 63] Exciting sensibility, but chief
By that internal sting which goads the soul
To potent love of offspring, I conjure,
I charge thee, Mother, Friend, with strict regard
Consult thy Child's unvitiated taste.
Oh! as Thou would'st th' invenom'd adder shun,
Renounce their false opinion, who seduced
By ignorance misjudging, think whate'er
Delights their grosser appetites, will please
Will suit his unhabituated lip;
And thus unknowing but with liberal hand
Cherish their Babes with poison. Wretched Race!
Unconscious Criminals! Murthering thro love
The hapless Beings they would die to save.
By social laws estranged from Nature's paths,
We lead an artificial life; and feel
Unnumber'd wants, which indolence begets
On fond imagination. Polisht high,
The cultivated manners yield no doubt
Joys of superior kind; hence speaks the stone
[Page 64] At sculpture's touch, the breathing Canvas lives,
And Poetry and Music fire the soul.
A thousand nameless elegancies mix
Our jarring minds, and by collision soft
Vanquish their native roughness; modest Love
Binds her enchanting Cestus; on our steps
The Graces wait; we drop the tear humane
Of sacred pity; and Benevolence
Tho powerless to relieve, affords a sigh.
The chaster Genius of convivial mirth
Around our table smiles, and drives far off
Brutal ebriety; profusion yields
The place to neatness; and th' internal sense
Is caterer to th' external. Thus upraised
By slow degrees from barbarism obscure
Man gains his elevation. Oh! how blest,
Could ever-roving Fancy be content!
But always on the wing She strains her slight
In quest of novelty. Hence every thread
Fine-stretch'd before, must still be finer drawn.
Our polisht manners turn to frivolous;
[Page 65] The soul of Art neglected, We behold
The outward shew; unskill'd to comprehend
The large design, on parts minute, on toys,
And splendid colourings we doat; reject
The strain emphatic, curious of the phrase
Uncommon, or sonorons period round;
And music must surprize, not charm the heart.
To elegance succeeds the spurious brood
Of soft voluptuousness. Love, holy love,
The fairest flower life's garden e'er can boast,
Falls to the ground, and changeful wantonness
Rank particolour'd weed springs forth, sure bane
To every virtue. Pity dwindles down
To mean self-love; and seeming generous,
We're but the slaves of vanity. We seek
We covet the protracted meal, and still
Goad, as it palls, our jaded appetite
With new incentives. Ransack every elime,
Commerce the boasted cause, for every rare
And stimulating condiment, spread o'er
Our northern boards the spices of the south,
[Page 66] Adapted to it's habitants, to us
Noxious, and only fit to gratify
The sense debauch'd which loathes it's proper fare.
FOR by cold gales our muscles firmly braced
Act with due force: Or else th' ethereal stream
Perhaps condensed, flows stronger from the brain,
And gives to every limb it's healthful tone.
Not so beneath more torrid Heavens, there sink
The vital powers, to mortal languor doom'd,
Unless excited by the quickening warmth
Of aliment more active. What to them
Nature commands, to us her laws forbid.
And tho unconscious of immediate ill,
At length the stomach, harrasst and o'erworn
By this licentious diet, fails; the pulse
Weakly contracts, each nerve decays, old age
Hastes immaturely on, and round the brow
Scatters untimely snows. The softer Sex
Indulging thus, besides the common lot,
Suffer peculiar accidents, which well
[Page 67] The skilful Muse, if so inclined, could sing.
E'en accidents which thwart the general law,
Nor to their much-desiring souls allow
To clasp a Child, and bear a Mother's name.
BUT whether Thou beneath the sordid yoke
Of luxury wilt not bend, and truly wise,
Refined, but not enervate, view'st with joy
The plain and frugal table, such as erst
Angels and Patriarchs sought: Or whether warp'd
By tyrant custom, as we blushing own
Many there are in these degenerate days,
Women, the worst of Epicures; remove
Far from thy Children each high-seasoned dish,
Each sauce impregnate with the seeds of fire,
Each spice, and pungent vegetable, none
Admit, of foreign or of native growth.
SHORT is the time stretch'd to its utmost date
Of Man's existence; to contract thy own
Intent, yet spare thy Child; draw not a veil
[Page 68] O'er the young morn of life: From thee He springs,
Would'st thou so quickly trace his setting beam?
Plunged in death's sable wave ere thou hast run
Thy own brief day? Daughter of Fashion! no.
Tho all thy relative affections fade,
And every soft sensation droops beneath
The sickly blast of pleasure, tho thou flit'st
On giddy plume and thoughtless, mid the wilds
Of vanity and folly, we acquit
Thy devious soul of wilful homicide.
Read then our moral page, and better taught,
Know right from wrong, and sense, by action, prove.
Should'st thou reject our lays (as who can scan
The deeds of mad caprice?) well-pleased we turn
From gay saloons, from courts, from haughty wealth,
And midnight riot, to more gentle scenes,
Sure of the spotless heart, and it's applause.
LEARN from thy Child, O Parent! He will teach
Full oft the diet suited to his frame.
View with what marks of loathing, He at first
[Page 69] Rejects the hot and acrid; instinct dwells
Within, a faithful guard; his rapid pulse
And native warmth by these are quickly urged
Beyond their bounds. He relishes the bland,
And to thy taste insipid; these controul
Each motion, nor permit his heat to rise
Above it's due degree. Nor less he shuns
Destructive Bacchus; why then will his Sire
By frequent repetition strive t' o'ercome
Nature's dislike? why, but because himself
Fond of the rosy God, and led astray
By reverend prejudice, he wholesome deems
The fever-stirring draught? Nor wants he names
Of high authority, Physicians sage
To justify his creed. But Use destroys
The benefit He seeks, and if disease
Should wine's assistance claim, it then may lose
Its medicinal power. To every word
Each act attentive, Children imitate
Whate'er they see or hear; this principle
Strongly within their little breasts alive,
[Page 70] Impels them oft to venture hardy war
Against antipathy. Of this beware,
The struggle nicely mark, and point their aim
To proper objects. Nor because You praise
The circling glass, and they with many a sip
Vanquish their feelings, deem that Nature prompts
To what, except more rarely, it abhors.
INDULGE aversion, combat with desire;
A maxim safe and just; for this, by Art
Misled, may urge to danger, but t' abstain
Will prove at least innocuous. Nor believe
That from ourselves We judge, and interdict
What our own taste refuses. When the frame
Is perfect, when the fibres have acquired
Their utmost growth, more steady are the laws
Of our corporeal organs, less disturbed,
To change less subject. Never would I shun
The friendly intercourse of souls, which wine
In moderate draughts augments. We know it's power
To cheer the wretch desponding and forlorn
[Page 71] Upon the sickly couch; to mitigate
Stern fever's putrid vehemence; excite
The torpid heart, till it propell anew
The languid-circling blood, in every vein
More strenuously alive; to calm the rage
Of phrenzy, and imagination's tide
Vague-shifting to controul, till reason smile.
Full well we know it's power to raise the strength
Of drooping age, and in his sluggish limbs
Awake the latent fire. But Childhood needs
No foreign aid to stimulate the brain.
Ever with rapid speed from forth that fount
Of heat and motion bursts the nervous stream;
Each irritable fibre is full-fraught
Almost t' excess, nor asks the least supply.
Canst thou improve on Nature? She this store
Puts to it's proper use; this urges on
In due proportion each increasing tube,
Muscle, and bone, and ligament. Canst thou
Direct her actions? Rather shalt thou find
T' exceed, will cause defect, thy Child curtail'd
[Page 72] Of his just size and stature, weak, and wan.
And should He rush hereafter, madly rush
Amid th' intemperate herd, and daily seek
The noisy rout of Comus, how, too late
Wilt thou repentant mourn thy rash exploit,
His appetite first led astray by thee,
His early relish of the fervid bowl!
NICE, and perhaps erroneous in their plan,
The younger animals as yielding less
Of due nutrition, and digested slow,
Some disallow. That, food prepared from those
Of growth mature, thro th' intestinal maze
Less tardily proceeds, we not deny:
More acrid are the juices it contains,
Whence stimulating more; it's fibres hard
With labour wrought to chyle. The young are bland,
Composed of humours suited to the young,
Viscous, nutritious, slower in their course.
But as th' absorbents greedily imbibe
Whate'er is nutritive, by this delay
[Page 73] They drink their fill, and to the solids add
The mild tenacious substance. Yet, not bound
To partial theory, without reserve
We bid thee take thy choice of all the tribes
Which bounteous Heaven affords, and common use
Before thee sets, of every age and size.
All but the stall'd, and cramm'd, by filthy sloth
And gluttony, perverted from the state
Of wholesome nature; send the mass corrupt
Of nauseous humours, and of rancid oil
Far from thy board. In simplest manner drest,
Of these one daily meal we grant thy child,
But not commixt, his be one dish alone.
Grudge not with these of vegetable store
A plenteous portion, nor permit the bread
To lye untouch'd beside him. Thus indulge
His appetite, and let him freely eat
Till hunger be sufficed. This rule observe;
All animals which wildly range the earth,
Or fluid air, and all of vigorous age
With flesh of darker grain, experience finds
[Page 74] More alkalescent, these the freer use
Of plants and herbs acescent will demand.
The tame, the young, and those of whiter hue,
Require them less. Heed well what we condemn;
All things which housewife art with care preserves,
Acid, or salt, or saccharine: all cates
Of unfermented flour composed, or those
Of fulsome sweetness, and enrich'd with wine.
THESE let thy Child avoid. And be his drink
The purest element, with which of old,
Heroes, and Champions at th' Olympic games,
Sated their thirst, and glorious deeds perform'd,
In war, and manly exercise; or He
The Heaven-devoted Nazarene, to whom
Cords were as threads, when fired with holy zeal
He burst his bonds, and with his single hand
Hew'd down opposing armies. Hence each spring,
And limpid fountain, every stream which flow'd
Soft-murmuring o'er it's pebbled bed, was graced
By wise antiquity with hallowed forms,
[Page 75] Pure nymphs, and gentle Naiads. Well they knew
The virtues of the crystal wave, e'er vile
Fermented liquors had enslaved their taste,
And thinn'd mankind. Pass we th' Atlantic foam,
Where Britain o'er her Alien Sons now claims
Disputed sway; a hardy people there
Inhabited, bold, active, in the chace
Unequall'd, patient of fatigue, to foes
Tho unrelenting, yet to honour just,
True to their plighted faith, to strangers kind,
Not one of limb deform'd, or trembling nerve
Among them dwelt, and numerous were the tribes.
WE did not root them out with savage hand,
And bathe their fields in blood, but to their lips
More slyly proffer'd the Circean charm.
They drank the poison down, and by degrees
Relinquish'd their paternal fields to us.
Rare, scatter'd are their clans, some quite extinct,
Potent of yore, ere the destroying draught
Was introduced. The remnant are corrupt,
[Page 76] Perfidious, treacherous; European cups
Have taught them every European vice.
Still flourishing perhaps, had they disdain'd
The snare, contented with the simple streams
Which issue from their rocks. Give then thy Child
The blameless fluid, friendly to mankind,
From whence Hygeia fills her sacred urn,
Nectar of paradise; nor will He gain
Unless debauch'd, a liquor to his taste
More grateful. Nay, would'st thou, if age permit,
And strength unbroken, thy example add,
Trust me no other beverage will so well
Assist digestion, none the spirits cheer,
Inspire with calm serenity the mind,
And make the night glide by in tranquil sleep.
BUT lo! where with Vertumnus comes the Nymph
Presiding o'er the garden, in her hand
Waves Amalthea's horn, whence prodigal
Her freshest store descends. She asks me, why
This long neglect? And bids me sing her gifts.
[Page 77] Her various fruits, whose juices the warm fdun
By secret fermentation hath matured
From aqueous, acid, bitter, and austere
To rich luxurious flavour. Hither lead
The Childish train indulgent, let not fear
In scanty measure to their taste impart
The ripe and wholesome banquet. Still while roll
The summer months along, while heat intenfe
Darts through our frame, and stimulates our nerves,
Till languor each o'erlabour'd thread subdue,
And in each tube the purple current teems
With seeds of putrid violence, to them
The summer months innocuous roll along,
Innocuous glows the fervid sky, controul'd
Their baneful influence by Pomona's aid.
FOR them, unsparing (for we scarce can set
The limits of restriction) pluck thy fruits,
Nature's delicious antidote 'gainst all
The hidden venom of the fultry year,
Mild. cooling, saponaceous. nutritive.
[Page 78] For them the blushing berry underneath
It's verdant leaf is hid, for them adorns
It's rough and prickly shrub, for them depends
The clustering currant from it's smoother stem.
For them is deck'd each tree. The ruddy peach,
The golden apricot, the cherry, boast
Of Kentish soil, the fragrant nectarine,
The plum, green, purple, azure, the moist pear,
The apple, theme of the Silurian Bard,
In fulness of profusion grow for them.
Nor would I when by chance more vigorous suns
It's harshness meliorate, not cull for them
Th' autumnal grape, nor to their lips forbid
The well-rear'd melon, nor th' Ananas' rich
And poignant crispness. They are form'd for all,
And all for them. More cautiously supply
Whate'er by rough or bitter husk and shell
Is circumscribed, and all the hoard which asks
The mellowing hand of age. Or those we gain
From climes far-distant, ere they have acquired
Their just perfection gather'd; shaddock crude,
[Page 79] Pomegranate, orange. Let Hesperia's Sons,
Let th' Antillean Planter, or the Tribes
Of fertile Asia, gratify their taste
With all th' unlabour'd bounty of their soil;
Yet is not our's ungrateful; industry
Here cloathes our fields, our gardens, and our groves,
With plenty all it's own; Pomona smiles;
For cultivation oft bestows a zest,
Which wild exuberant Nature would deny.
ERE yet we close the strain, one error more
The Muse will combat. Tenderness may prompt
Whene'er thy Child shall ask thee, to bestow
The needless viand. In his younger days
We bound thee not to rules. But now when o'er
His head four annual suns have roll'd, advise
That he be taught submission to the laws
Of social life, which stated hours appoints
For action, and repast. Nor heed the voice
Of ignorance, which talks of exercise,
And quick digestion. Often well we know
[Page 80] The vicious taste of idle wantonness
Demands restraint. But lest to thee it seem
As real hunger, from the coarser loaf,
A pure, tho homely nutriment, supply
His craving; thus, with certainty detect
Fictitious appetite. His other meals
Yet undirected, both at morn and eve,
Be fresh drawn broths, and milk in various forms
With rice, or other farinaceous grain
Inspissated. We would not stint thy Child,
And know his growth requires a constant flux
Of plastic fluids; nay, 'tis best to err,
If err, in quantity; the flexile tubes
Of Children, will perhaps with ease transpire
What is redundant. But with heed observe:
Add thy discretion to the Muse's lore:
And reason, and experience be thy guides.
Now duly taught by thy maternal care,
O never may He turn his vagrant steps
Aside to dwell mid the polluted tents
[Page 81] Of bestial luxury! We would not wish
A stoical indifference, to fly
Forever those delights which sway mankind,
Th' exhilarating bowl, which opes the heart;
And festive banquet, where preside the powers
Of wit and decent mirth; but may He live,
Born for society, no hermit sour,
Or driveling moralist, absurdly grave,
And singularly dull. Temperate by choice,
But not austerely abstinent. By thee
Is the foundation in his primal years
Firm laid, by which he need not sacrifice
To rigid niceness; but with health his friend,
Will not start back from every little change,
Which weaker habits must with caution shun,
Or cannot with impunity indulge.
Thine is the work, and gratitude shall then
Repay the debt, the filial debt he owes.
Then shalt thou feel, tho strong th' instinctive tye
Of blind affection, what sublimer joys
[Page 82] Reason affords, the generous mutual bond,
Thy tender love, his tribute of the soul.
THUS far the Muse Didactic hath assay'd
Her purposed theme, scattering before the steps
Of Truth and Science, o'er their toilsome paths
The not unfrequent flower; the sweets which bloom
On those delicious banks forever green,
Fed by translucent rills which murmuring sweep
O'er sands of gold; where Fancy loveliest Nymph
Delighted strays, or with the Sylvan powers,
Dryads, and Fauns, disporting, joins the dance;
And sings her wildest note; or silent stands,
Her roving eye, her giddy step enthrall'd,
Attentive to Minerva's heavenly voice,
Enamour'd of her wisdom; and from Her
Receives the potent wand by Judgment form'd,
And waves it o'er her works, which thence remain
Unfading and immortal. Rest not here
O Virgin, still be Infant Man thy theme;
And what of cloathing, what of exercise
[Page 83] He needs, relate: nor his diseases scorn
With hand benign to paint, and teach the cure.
THOU wilt not, if the sharp inclement air
Of cold neglect freeze not thy vital warmth,
And in the cave of solitude fast bind
Thy wings aspiring, which shall shed their plumes
Of varied die, or fold thee ever round
In sullen indignation. Rather far
From thee be thoughts like these! Stoop not thy soul
To fears of vulgar nature; high above
This sordid earth direct thy piercing eye,
And view where rear'd beyond the gulph of Death
Stands Fame's refulgent dome, to living Wight
Aye inaccessible. Still, as of yore
Thou sought'st th' Ascrean, or the Mantuan Bard,
Thy visions spread before my raptured sight,
And soothe my ear with those celestial strains,
Which on Olympus' lofty top reclined,
Charm Jove himself: while virtue, reason, truth,
Humanity, and love, each sound applaud,
[Page 84] And bless th' unprostituted lyre. Oh! hail
Ye pure, ethereal Bards, who nobly stoop'd
To teach mankind! who round the flowing locks
Of fancy, cast the sacred wreathe, inwove
By the fair fingers of Utility,
Which scorns caprice, and whim, amusive toys,
And trifles vain, th' unprofitable gawds
Which catch the light and airy mind of Youth,
Or vacant Pleasure! Hail again ye Bards!
Nor only ye of Greece and Rome, who first
Stole from the croud profane my chastened thoughts,
And as I gazed upon your page, inspired
The holy frenzy of ambitious love,
Aiming with ardent, but successless toil,
To emulate your beauties! Ye too hail
Ye sons of Britain! Masters of the song!
Thou AKENSIDE, late wept by every Muse,
Whose skilful hand unlock'd the secret source
Of mental pleasure, founded in the new,
The graceful, and sublime! Nor blind to worth,
Tho still upon this wave-worn shore it stand
[Page 85] Of troublous life, by envy's blasts assail'd
Be thou ungreeted, ARMSTRONG, in my verse,
Thou Parent of the Prophylactic Lay!
Nor MASON, thou, whose polisht taste instructs
To form the English Garden, mingling art
With rural wildness, and simplicity!
Nor BEATTIE, Friend of Truth, whose Gothic harp
As if from magic touch, emit such tones,
That e'en Apollo might his lyre forget,
And wonder at the harmony; while pleased,
In Edwin's ripening Genius, we behold
The progress of thy own! Hail too ye Friends
Of Nature, and the Muse, of soul refined,
Of judgment unimpair'd, by slavish Art
Unmanacled, who feeling, dare confess
The pleasure which Ye feel! who mid the scenes
Of calm retirement, from the genuine cup
Nectareous, virtue-crown'd, drink true delight!
While the mad riotous crew at distance heard,
Disturb not your pure ears, nor aught inspire
[Page 86] But pity and contempt? To you alone
These Bards have sung, to you alone I sing.
O LET me mingle with the hallowed band,
By you exalted! Let me scorn with you,
The base, luxurious, dissipated Great;
Who to the yoke of every foreign vice
Bow down the neck disgraceful, and retain
Only the name of Britons. Strangers They
To every wish, each thought of nobler kind,
Absorb'd in selfish joys, of public good,
Of private virtue, heedless. Skill'd to game,
To waste their trifling hours beneath the shade
Of indolence, to steer the fragile bark
O'er the smooth wave of folly. They applaud
What taste condemns; their highest excellence,
To deck with richest offerings the vain shrine
Of those Musicians, who distort the most
The native elegance, and most pollute
Each charm of Melody, or those who urge
The human voice divine to heights which well
[Page 87] Madness might emulate: While JACKSON'S strains
Breathing in every note the soul of love,
Of passion, feeling, sense, and sentiment,
Flow unrewarded; save that Nature stands
Listening, and drinks in every thrilling sound.
Delicious, but unprofitable meed
Of elevated Genius! Fond of shew,
Of pompous scenes, of barren novelties,
Of tortured incidents, and poor finesse,
Filch'd from the Gallic, or Italian stage,
They relish not, while they pretend t' admire
Our Shakespeare's matchless energy. The voice
Of wisdom they despise; the sacred lyre
They trample in the dust; a catch, a glee,
A song obscene, a libel, which destroys
Some good man's peace of mind, and blasts his fame;
Strikes their weak souls with rapture. Wedded love
They slout to scorn; posterity with them
Is lighter than a shade; a rapid whirl
Of vice fantastic hurries on their lives;
And e'en the Flatterer whom they feed, would blush
[Page 88] To praise their memory. Is this the Race,
O Britain, Nurse sublime of Heroes old,
Of Patriots, Sages, who thy state have raised
To it's all-envied height! Is this the Race
Destined to guide thy counsels? form thy laws?
Croud thy once-awful Senate? Against these,
Must public spirit idly strain the nerve?
To these, must worth, and modest merit yield?
The reptile spawn of insignificance,
Corruption-foster'd? Then farewell to all
Thy boasted glories! Stile thyself no more
The Queen of Nations; levell'd with the mean
And undistinguish'd kingdoms of the Earth.
Thou hast been free! The Aera will arrive;
Thou shalt be free no more! O'er folly, vice,
Aristrocratic faction shall usurp,
Or bold, and enterprising Monarchy
With justice claim dominion. 'Tis most fit.
A mid th' extensive records of mankind,
It ne'er was found, that freedom could survive
Where honour dwelt not; where with careless eye,
[Page 89] Or, but intent on pleasure, Luxury sat
And view'd her chain, unmoved, where love of fame,
Where the keen hopes of future praise, no more
Awoke the generous deed, the grateful praise,
Paid by posterity to liberal souls,
Who plan the good of ages. Yet, at once
Quit not this Isle O Virtue! In the scenes,
The lower scenes of action, linger still.
Far from the plague-struck Capital, inspire
The honest individual; in his soul
Cherish the warm affections; let him feel
The joys of unpolluted love, and think
His offspring worth his care! Still may'st Thou walk
On Isca's banks where thro the blooming vale
It's lucid stream meanders, and receive
The Orisons, which there thy Votaries pour
From hearts unconscious of deceit, untaught
The false refinements of superior life!
Blest by the Muse, in nuptial friendship, blest,
Forbid th' external sight of things, within
Illumed by goodness, and the beams serene
[Page 90] Which taste, which wisdom, and contentment shed,
May BLACKLOCK still enfold thee? May'st Thou dwell
From pride far distant, from the tyrant sway,
And noon-tide glare of vanity, with Him,
And his Compatriots! Drop th' expressive tear
O'er GREGORYS' tomb; in whom alive, combined
All, that the sapient head, or feeling heart,
Proclaim; and admiration, and esteem,
And reverence, move! Then cast thy eyes around,
And own Thou ne'er beheld'st a soil more pure!
A soil, where manly parts, and sense acute
Spontaneous grow, and every female grace
Adorns with innocence and chaste reserve
The Matron's bosom. Spite of Southern pride,
The rancorous lye, or partial ridicule,
It's Sons and Daughters perfect in their kind.
In bravery, worth unquestion'd, strength of soul,
In modest tenderness, domestic charms,
Tho equall'd, ne'er surpast. Thus may'st Thou still
Preserve a Few from the contagious air
Which luxury breathes! A remnant whence to learn
[Page 91] What Britons erst have been! Preserve them Heaven!
And when they cast the page of flattery by,
Let them with kindred warmth these notes approve,
And say, The Strains are our's, for Us attuned,
And for the sake of Children yet unborn.
END OF THE THIRD BOOK.

INFANCY, A DIDACTIC POEM. BOOK IV.
[Page]BOOK THE FOURTH.

[Page]
ARGUMENT.

Introduction.—Address to Mr Godrington.—Subject of the Book proposed, viz. Cloathing, Heat, and Cold. Nature still to be attended to.—Infants not so suscep­tible of cold as is generally imagined.—Other causes occasioning their first cries.—Might bear even seve­rity of cold though naked.—Their Cloathing to be light and perfectly easy.—Animadversion on different treatment of them, not so necessary now, as when Swathing was more in use.—Description of that cu­stom, and it's ill effects.—Daughters were confined still longer.—The unnatural attempt to procure them what was called a fine shape, ridiculed.—No part of the body to be loaded.—The head, the legs, and feet to be uncovered.—Cleanliness insisted on.—Regard due to good Servants, and Nurses.—Excess of heat to be a­voided, whether communicated by contact, or by weight of bed-cloaths.—Communicated warmth when particularly useful.—Cold Bath recommended.—Apo­strophe to the Springs, Rivers, &c.

SWEET is the breath of Fame, and o'er the soul
Of Youth, on Fancy's pinions wasted back,
The daring Visitor of times unknown,
And future ages, like a spicy breeze
Steals her delicious fragrance; like a breeze
From Zeylon or Sumatra, which enchants
The Sailors heart, tho night involves the coast,
And hides it's lovely foliage from his view:
While in his mind He sees the blooming groves,
And haply thinks them fairer than they are.
SWEET o'er my bosom stole the breath of Fame
In early life, on Fancy's pinions borne;
Th' ideal prospects rose supremely fair,
And in extatic vision I beheld
Perennial bays distinguishing my tomb.
[Page 96] For not unuseful, or of light import
The strains I sung. And though mid glades obscure
Dwelt the sequester'd Muse, from riot far,
From pomp imperious, and the lordly board
Begirt with servile slatterers, yet her breast
By human kindness sway'd, where'er had pierced
The British language, manners, arts, and arms,
Revered the Good; and base-born Envy dead,
Or vanquisht, or engaged with living worth,
Exulted in th' esteem of times to come,
And Virtue's mutual friendship unreserved.
In distant Continents, where horrid War
Now stains with Brother's blood the guilty soil,
In distant Islands, mid their nodding palms,
And growing sweets, her eyes survey'd with joy
The willing Parent bending o'er her lay.
DEAR to the youthful mind, ye Prospects hail!
Ye Visions wide-removed! for deep Ye thrill'd,
Fixing, as real, all your traces there.
And, if illusive all, yet riper Age
[Page 97] Can scarce believe the flattering scenes untrue,
Or cease the vivid colours to behold
Bright glowing thro the shadowy lapse of years.
MEANWHILE, O CODRINGTON! whose generous heart
Blames not the tenor of my partial song;
By whom uncensured flows the self-applause.
Whose temper, mild as an autumnal sky,
No cloud obscures; with feelings warm, yet ruled
By cautious judgment, in whose breast resides
Friendship's pure Heaven-descended flame; alive
To all a Parent's fondest love; yet both
Under superior reason's nice controul
Directed to their truest end and use!
For thee, and such as thee, an audience small,
In space and number circumscribed, by wealth,
By rank and titles undebased, again
I venture the Pierian spring to seek,
And tread on sacred ground. How difficult
Where, thro the laurel groves, and myrtle shades,
The verdant alleys, lawns, and rising slopes,
[Page 98] Thick strewn with flowers of every various hue,
Of every various season, Elegance,
Coy Nymph, unsated wanders, on each scene
With curious eye commenting, from the sweets,
The never-fading blooms, each virid arch,
Selecting meetest garlands, to suspend
Upon the tree of Taste, most eminent
In the poetic region, underneath
Whose fragrant shelter, Phoebus and the Nine
In chorus met, attune their happier strains
Of rarest harmony: How difficult,
By Health and Youth attended, to pursue
The bashful Maid, attract her favouring eye,
And wooe Her to bestow a single wreathe!
CAN I then hope, whom sickness long hath drench'd
In her Lethaean dews, with feeble limbs,
And wan complection, from her hands to bear
Those gifts, which unpossesst, my lays must creep
Dully monotonous, nor touch the heart,
Nor win th' approving mind? Yet, witness Thou!
[Page 99] Witness my Friend! Who know'st the human frame,
Each drug of cordial, each of healing power,
To me in vain administer'd, what toil
I must experience now, the Nymph to trace
Through her meand'ring walks! what partial chance
Should she my languid homage not disdain!
YET, thy inciting voice; the conscious thought
Sprung from the love of kind, which tells Me, all
Will not be frustrate, nor the darling wish
Of public good be wholly unfulfill'd;
Some loitering sparks of that once brighter flame
My soul enkindling, prompt me to a task
Long interrupted: Where in slumbers deep
It rests, t' awaken the Didactic Lyre;
With it's more solemn notes to mingle tones
(So they to memory fail not to recur)
Oft heard of yore, as t' ward the lucid fount
I stole, not unforbidden; tones which please
Heighten'd the more by contrast, and engage
Amusive the charm'd ear, till it imbibe
[Page 100] Instruction with delight, till melody
Not the chief object seem, it's liquid voice
Yielding to reason's energy divine.
OF Cloathing now, of Heat, and Cold We sing,
Unanimating themes; but which require
Th' attention of the Bard, as not of use
Inferior to the subjects which erewhile
He strove t' adorn; nor claiming notice less
From the true bosom of Parental Love.
STILL heed We Nature, and her guiding steps
Pursue; nor, tho with moans, and plaintive cries
From his concealment issues to the light
Man's tender Progeny, believe, He feels
Th' external air his undefended frame
Keenly invade. These moans, these cries proceed
From other causes. To his lungs at once,
Expanding their nice substance, rushes in
The forceful air. The circulating blood
Alters it's course, thro channels unessay'd
[Page 101] Impell'd, whose first resistance haply claim
Exertions of the labouring heart, quick, strong,
If not convulsive, yet irregular.
Exertions of the lungs themselves, to gain
Their necessary powers, and genial spring.
Add too that oft each muscle, every limb
Strain'd and compresst, scarce bears the gentlest touch,
Sore from the late hard conflict undergone,
And agonies maternal. But to cold,
Know, He is born impassive; or at least
With vital warmth supplied, to render vain
It's most severe assault; beyond the scale
Of heat which stimulates maturer age.
HE needs not Art's assistant hand, or dress
Of studied care. Uncloath'd, in wilder climes,
Like the more hardy natives of the soil,
E'en in the polar regions, He might brave
The freezing atmosphere. Nay, unwith-held
By dubious fears, tho placed indeed beneath
More favouring skies, there are, who from his birth
[Page 102] Plunge th' infant stranger in the gelid wave,
Where unappall'd the mother too enjoys
The bath's refreshing coolness. But, nor harsh,
Nor fanciful, We shall not recommend
To Thee, more delicate in form and mind,
Daughter of Britain, these examples, drawn
From savage nations, and from tribes remote.
Cloath'd be thy Child; so polisht custom wills,
And decent manners: But in airy garb,
Loose, and uncinctured. Thus He shall avoid
The torment of accumulated heat,
Nor from unnatural coercion feel
Distress and anguish. With minuter rules
To croud the page, and dull or quaint describe
His vesture, what materials should compose
Each article, and whether by the loop,
Or pin restrain'd, (tho as the last may bring
Danger, nay death, the caution which forbids
It's use, above the trivial-seeming cause
Important rises) descants such as these,
Prolixly mean, would argue in the Muse
[Page 103] Failure of judgment, no respect to Thee.
Suffice the general maxim; to dilate.
And to the test each consequence reduce,
Be thine. Bright glows the warm maternal soul,
And clear, illumined by a hint alone.
NOR flows with that necessity the strain,
As erst it might, when barbarous hands around
The new-born Babe fold over fold inwreath'd
The circling band. Amid the wanton gales
Which Luxury breathes, amid the changeful swarms
Which Fashion decks in her chameleon hues,
Amid th' increasing follies of our age,
And vices not perhaps destructive less
Than those of old, tho softer, milder far,
Link'd with humanity, and taught to charm,
To poison by politeness; Justice owns,
While the rough virtues of our ancestors
And manly genius We no more behold:
Our souls revolt from habits which enslaved
Unamiable their Minds, and from the sway
[Page 104] Of Prejudice, whose galling shackles long
Their vigorous faculties controul'd. This truth
Justice confesses, this, th' instructive Muse.
GLADLY, O Mother! We congratulate
Thy Infant, who from life's first dawn enjoys
His birth-right, who the vital air at will
Inhales, nor feels corporeal bonds. With me
Revert thine eyes, and Lo! their hapless Sons,
How braced and pinion'd, who t' extend the reign
Of civil liberty, with ardour toil'd,
Who fought, who bled t' extend it. (Nor escaped
The Race preceding our's.) See, where they lye,
True objects of compassion! round them close
Is fixt the painful bandage, not a limb
Can move; sad victims to th' erroneous creed
Which holds that Nature incompletely acts,
And forms defective works, that Art may give
The strength by her refused, and perfect thus
Th' unfinisht system, gasping they recline
In real martyrdom. The shriek is heard,
[Page 105] The groan, the sob expressive, but in vain.
In vain the little Captive, as awhile
Released from durance, utters sounds of joy,
Stretches his arms well-pleased, and smiles, and casts
His looks delighted on the cheerful blaze,
Or waving taper. To his fetters soon
Remanded, He in vain attempts to cope
With arbitrary power, each effort tries,
Shews by each deed th' abhorrence which He feels,
Adding th' emphatic eloquence of tears,
Of inarticulate, but deep distress,
And struggles all-impassion'd to be free.
WITH pity and contempt thy soul beholds
This picture. What calamities ensued,
Experience proved; but idiot bigotry
Confess'd them not. Th' evolving principle
Within, the plastic juice augmenting size,
Thus partially impeded, could not urge
The destined fibres onward, or enlarge
By due accretion e'en the vital cells
[Page 106] Requiring speediest growth. Yet active still,
In disproportion'd manner, to the head
Unseemly bulk they added; or the joints
Distended, and relax'd. Or oft from pain
Shrinking, the Child, unconscious but of ease,
Curved by forced attitudes the flexile bones,
Nay th' all-supporting spine. Th' obstructed breath,
The fluids in their circulating course
Unnaturally check'd; th' irriguous glands;
The fount whence motion, and sensation spring,
And future intellect, the Brain itself,
Disturbed, or with more lasting injury
Impresst, exclaim'd at this preposterous war,
The war which Step-dame Art with Nature waged.
CALL'D by society to tread the paths
Of busy life, from it's hard slavery soon
The stronger Sex was freed; and ere too late,
Haply by Nature's potent air restored,
Could boast a frame of vigour unimpair'd,
And undeformed. But to long sufferings doom'd,
[Page 107] The female Race, so will'd perverted taste,
For many a year pined underneath the force
Of this domestic torture. For as erst
The Mother strove t' assist their infant nerves,
And give to weakness strength: She now assay'd
Her progeny t' embellish, and their shape
To mould, as fancied beauty in her eye
Deceptive shone. Heaven! that the human Mind
Warp'd by imagination, should believe,
Or e'en suggest it possible, the form,
Whose archetype the Deity Himself
Created in his image, could be changed
From it's divine proportion, and receive
By alteration, comeliness and grace!
That round the Zone which awkwardly reduced
E'en to an insect ligament the waist,
The blooming loves should sport, enticing charms,
And young attractions! Heaven! that e'er a Bard,
(The genuine Bard is Natures' sacred Priest)
Forgetful of his charge, should deck with praise
As fair and lovely, what would strike the soul
[Page 108] Unwarp'd by custom, as a subject fit
For scorn, indignant spleen, or ridicule.
Yet Prior! tho nor taste nor reason blend
Their essence with the verse, while lasts the tongue
Thy numbers help'd to polish, while the powers
Of melody bear sway, the verse shall live,
Beauteous description of a Gothic Shape.
OH! may the manners of thy nut-brown Maid,
Her artless truth, simplicity of soul,
Her fondness, and intrepid constancy,
Long in the bosoms of the British Fair,
Tho banisht every other region, dwell,
Delighted inmates! May their eyes still beam
With all her speaking rays, their cheeks endue
Her modest crimson! But may never more
"The Boddice aptly laced" their panting hearts
Confine, or mutilate that symmetry
Of limb and figure, whence a Zeuxis' hand
His all-accomplisht Helen might have form'd,
Or a Praxiteles with happiest art
[Page 109] Sculptured a Venus. Tho Meridian day
Behold them drest as potent fashion bids,
Girt with exterior ornaments uncouth,
Trappings disgustful; yet at morn, or eve,
Or when they to the genial bed repair,
Still may they charm the melting eye of love
With elegance and grace, the fabled Dames
Of classic soil transcending, native grace,
And elegance unveil'd, which mocks attire.
RETURN Digressive Muse! t' approach the shore
Of Cyprus, or to breathe the tepid gales
From Achedivias' Island wafted round,
Is not thy choice; tho CAMOENS' Shade invite,
And MICKLE with his glowing spirit fraught,
As each heroic, so each scene of joy
Paint with a Master's fire unlimited
By cold translation. Never may our strain
One vague idea raise, which spotless minds
May blush to own, much less insult the glance
[Page 110] Of virgin purity, or harshly wound
The conjugal and chaste maternal ear.
DIGRESSIVE Muse return! our proper theme
Is Man's first helpless state, our tuneful aid
Th' ingenuous Parent claims. Resolved to bless
Thy Child with ease and freedom, taught to shun
By the dire act of Swathing, all constraint
So baneful, let no part escape thy care.
Nor load the head; nor till he walk abroad,
At least till firmly he can press the ground,
Cover the legs or feet. Some precepts here,
To Cloathing unattached, or slightly link'd,
We mean t' inculcate. Need I then to thee,
O Mother, whom the soul refined alone
Can prompt t' inspect my numbers, recommend
The Virtues' dear Correlative, (as They
The mental frame, so the corporeal, She
Adorning, rendering pure) the decent Maid,
Unsullied Cleanliness, with Her full oft
Thy Charge to visit? Not that to her shrine
[Page 111] E'en from thy tender years thou hast not paid
Sincerest worship. But my words believe,
Strict watchfulness the Menial Train require,
And if, unheedful to their trust, they slight
The grave rebuke, dismiss them from thy doors.
Not Their's the nicer sense inspiring Thee,
Those principles and habits now intwined
In union with thy nature. Nor is their's
The Babe, who smarting from their sloth, with nerves
Keenly alive, by the corrosive sting
Of acrimony pierced, tormented shrieks,
Or moans incessant. Neither scorn as vain,
The dictates which succeed, from Reason learn'd.
BANISH the softer couch; let not thy Child
Recline on down; his pliant bones but now
From cartilage emerging, on the bed
Which yields beneath his weight may haply gain,
Thus frequently recumbent, a deformed
And twisted aspect, by Chirurgic skill
For ever irreclaimable. Nor less
[Page 112] Such accident t' avoid, with cautious eye
Th' attendant mark, who bears him in her arms,
And let Her oft his posture shift, oft change
From right to left, altern. A careless Tribe,
Purchased by interest only, is the Race
To servitude accustomed; trust not them.
Trust thy own judgment, let thy ruling mind
Govern each act of their's. Yet neither here,
Nor elsewhere, mean We in a general blame
T' involve them all. Some from attachment serve,
And to constrictive duty add the tye
Of willing love. Such as a treasure prize,
A countless treasure. Say, by One of these
Is thy Child foster'd? smoothe for her the brow,
The tone of high command; let all her days
Roll on illumed by kindness and esteem;
Think her thy fellow-labourer and thy friend;
Alleviate every future ill of life,
And, if thou can'st, remove them. Ne'er may She
Who with maternal prudence, and the warmth
Of zeal affectionate, hath lent her aid
[Page 113] To form thy Children, to support, to raise
From perilous estate to strength and health,
Feel the distressful sting of poverty,
Or, if the means are not withheld, in thee
Want a protector. But, if more than this,
Her bosom hath the nutriment supplied
Which thine refused, still more may she demand,
And thou in justice grant the liberal boon.
AND Oh! Ingenuous Youth! whose blood now flusht
With yet unsatiated desire, quick beats
In every pulse, to mix in active life
Intent, or climb where science points the way!
Oh Virgin! Who with beauty deckt, and gay
In unperverted innocence around
Survey'st thy Homagers, yet covetest
One faithful heart alone. Oh! recollect
Her assiduity, her diligence,
And tender care, to which Thou owest the frame
Able to cope with business, or sustain
The toil, which knowledge asks, to gather in
[Page 114] Her wide-spread harvest. That attentive zeal,
To which thou owest the comeliness of shape,
Those beauties which from every eye attract
Th' applausive glance, and every breast inspire
With love or admiration. Recollect
Not frigidly, or faintly, like the crew
Who every pleasure center in themselves;
Not with weak indecisive apathy;
But with a bounteous and expanded soul,
Estranged from self, replete with gratitude.
BECAUSE the winged Nations fondly brood
Over their unfledg'd Young; because We view
Where'er reclined, her new-born Offspring press
Close to the Parent Quadruped; because
By instinct irresistible impell'd
The Mother longs t' embrace her infant Charge,
And hide it in her bosom; while thro wilds,
Or o'er the desart mountain as she roves,
The Savage still her clinging Babe sustains:
Some, this communicated warmth affirm
[Page 115] Is needful; and that Man's else-drooping Race
Requires the genial contact. Mindless they,
How far from Nature's simpleness diverge
Our steps, our every action. Were the Child
Unclad by day, unshelter'd thro the night,
We should not hesitate to recommend
What otherwise We smile at, or perchance
Hold but of dubious consequence. Our lays
Have taught what cold his system can repell
First into light immerging: And if cloath'd
As custom bids, he from himself will gain
This added warmth, condensed, and on himself
Recoiling. Better thus, than haply sunk
Beneath the load which our nocturnal rest
Demands, to feel th' intense phlogistic heat
Of temporary fever, or to melt
In copious steam away. Much better thus,
Than by the Mother or the Nurse oppresst
In heavy sleep, to frustrate all the schemes
Parental love had formed; or placed within
Some ancient Hireling's bed, instead of warmth
[Page 116] From generous blood, and balmy breath supplied,
To warm the shrivell'd Dotard. But, if laid
From thee remote, or in the couch with thine
Conjoin'd, why should'st Thou not examine well
And frequently his lodgment? so inform'd,
Thou can'st not fail, O Mother! to perceive
What suits his constitution, what to add,
What to subtract; doubtless thy native sense
Beyond my strains will teach thee, that when rules
Fierce Sirius, lighter vestments will suffice,
Than when Aquarius opes his full-fraught urn,
And Winter arm'd with piercing frost, defies
Th' unwarlike Sun. Thy prudent soul will know
His limbs in health, blest with the temperate mean,
Nor heat nor cold betray. Yet truth forbids
To slight exceptions which are often found
Eluding justest rules. Should some disease
Attack thy Child, and anguish writhe his frame,
To shivering pain thy near approach may give
Solace and ease, nay as it were, foment,
Assuage, and lull the smart; or should He pine
[Page 117] With more than common weakness, from his birth
Afflicted, blasted, or untimely born
With nerves imperfect, as th' exotic flower
Thrives not, but when included from the winds,
It's fibres by the sun's concenter'd rays
Are duly irritated, he may want
Thy vital stimulating heat. But soon
E'en then attempt increase of strength to give
By other means; and seek at first the Bath
Of moderate temperature; by slow degrees
Proceeding, till his habit can support
The powerful shock which colder lymph imparts.
BUT so diffusive is the tyrant reign
Of Fashion; such our table's proud excess;
Such is our love of cards, time's Murderers,
Keen agitators of the gentlest breasts,
(Which ought to be the gentlest,) such those hours,
Those midnight hours, corrodent of the bloom
Which else would decorate the female cheek,
And animate the lips which now are pale:
[Page 118] Such the destructive arts, when beauty fades,
It's meretricious semblance to display,
The lifeless white, and never-varying blush;
Detected by the curious eye, which hates
The fraud, and painted Cytheraea scorns:
Such are our Matrons, such, (except the Few,
Who nobly singular behold, and smile
At Folly's deeds absurd) that all who spring
From them, may well partake the feeble nerve,
And vapid blood, in which more faintly glows
The living principle; and what for some
We erst prescribed, We now prescribe to All,
To all their children; neither do We think
Even to them the song may flow in vain;
For should Caprice applaud, who oft usurps
The throne of Sense, and guides the public taste,
In her wild fit round Merit's brow the wreathe
Intwining, which for Folly she design'd,
They too may cast a glance across the page
Which Fashion bids them read. Know then Ye Fair,
Whom tho my heart approves not, I behold
[Page 119] With truest pity, know, th' unhappy Babes
Whom you have toil'd unceasing to produce
Fragile and delicate, a word of your's
Perhaps may rescue from impending fate.
Oh! issue your commands! great is the power
Of cold: Yourselves no doubt have often sought
In fervid summer it's benign effects
In the salt deep, whence braced You might endure
The winter's hard campaign. And hence new tone
Your Offspring shall derive, their stamina
In some degree corrected, while the force
Of nervous influence more intensely thrills
Th' arterial frame, and the lax Muscle swells.
YE Frigid Springs! wherever first appear
Your bubbling sources, underneath the grot,
Or pendent shade. Ye ever-living Streams!
Where'er Ye wind pellucid thro the vales
Your pastoral mazes, or o'er rocks abrupt
Hurl down your dashing foam. Ye Rivers wide!
Where'er in proud procession to the Main
[Page 120] Your copious tribute rolls: to You my song
Should grateful rise—Ye Naiads! who direct
Each scatter'd rill, ere in coactive strength
They flow exuberant; to your praise attuned
Should sound the note melodious, and your names
Would I, ye Nymphs recount, and joyful paint
Your attributes and virtues—But your Priest,
Your favourite Akenside, his hallow'd lays
Hath not in vain effused, with pious voice
Hymning your benefits; and all around
Your sacred haunts hath cast a magic spell,
Forbidding each profaner foot, the groves,
The caves, the dells obscure where Ye sojourn,
And your chaste bosoms shelter from the fire
Of scorching Phoebus, wantonly t' approach,
Or rudely violate. Nor shall my feet
Profanely tread your dark-embowering shades,
Nor shall my roving eye with curious search
Your deep recesses pierce. Yet, O Ye Springs!
Ye Streams! Ye Rivers clear! And Thou, by whom
They all are fed, to whom they all return,
[Page 121] Exhaustless Ocean! with the general song
Which choral Nature pours, my voice shall join
Tho undistinguish'd; and with all that creep,
Or run, or fly, or vegetate, shall own
Your fructifying, life-preserving power.
Your power, which Thales, which the Man of Thebes
Contemplating, affirm'd to listening Greece,
That water all transcends, unrivall'd, best,
The sole, prolific element of things.
WHETHER your moisture cloathe th' exulting meads
With herbage, or slow-deluging the plain,
You fertilize the soil, while Millions view
The prospect with delight, sure pledge of wealth,
Of copious-teeming harvests. Whether soft
And gentle your refreshing dews descend,
Absorbed by each inhalant leaf and flower.
Whether your rains entangle as they fall
Th' electric fluid, and with vital strength
Each seed inform, each fainting plant supply.
[Page 122] Whether You offer to the thirsty lip
Delicious draughts; or to the anguid frame
Of sickness your invigorating waves
Wherein to bathe, and feel the tonic force
Of Cold at every trial brace the limbs,
The heart, the brain re-act at every shock,
Till all their pristine energy restored
The fibres move responsive to their sway,
And the once loitering blood propell'd anew
Warm thro it's channels to the surface flows.
You, mid the general song which Nature pours,
My grateful strains shall praise. For, not Unread
In Poeon's hallow'd lore, not uninform'd
By chemic Art, your healing qualities
I too may boast to know; and whence derived,
From earths, or salts, or mineral particles,
Combined, suspended by attraction's laws,
Or held in union by aerial chains,
And crown'd with sprightly Gas. Hence, led by hope,
By reason led, I drank with eager lip
[Page 123] At those salubrious springs which make renown'd
Our British Baiae; but th' obstructing cause
Of ill, or relaxation faint remain'd;
Such mischief waits on sedentary hours,
And studious midnight thought. Hence now the shores
Of hoary Neptune, hence the sounding caves
I seek, and turn to the refreshing breeze
My languid face, inhaling, as I sit,
The briny spray; or mark the rising sun
Beyond the vast expanse diffusing wide
His glorious beams, and at his orient light
Dip in the fluid element; nor breathe
To either Power unheeded orisons.
SURELY, not duped by Fancy, I perceive
At times, as struggling to be free, the trace
Of long-forgotten feelings! And my limbs
More firmly press the beach! And t'ward the flood
I move, unaided by ministrant hands.
[Page 124] O DAWLISH! though unclassic be thy name,
By every Muse unsung, should from thy tide,
To keen poetic eyes alone reveal'd,
(From the cerulean bosom of the deep
As Aphrodite rose of old) appear
Health's blooming Goddess, and benignant smile
On her true Votary; not Cythera's fane,
Not Eryx, nor the laurel boughs which waved
On Delos erst, Apollo's natal soil,
However warm enthusiastic Youth
Dwelt on those seats enamour'd, shall to Me
Be half so dear. To thee will I consign
Often the timid Virgin, to thy pure
Incircling waves; to thee will I consign
The feeble Matron, or the Child on whom
Thou may'st bestow a second happier birth
From weakness into strength. And should I view
Unsetter'd with the sound firm-judging mind,
Imagination too return, array'd
In her once-glowing vest, to thee my lyre
[Page 125] Shall oft be tuned, and to thy Nereids green,
Long, long unnoticed in their haunts retired.
Nor will I cease to prize thy lovely strand,
Thy towering cliffs, nor the small babbling brook
Whose shallow current laves thy thistled Vale.
END OF THE FOURTH BOOK.

INFANCY, A DIDACTIC POEM. BOOK V.
[Page]BOOK THE FIFTH.

[Page]
ARGUMENT.

Address to Dr Monro and Dr Hunter.—Death of Hewson lamented—Dr Black.—Subject of the Book, Exercise.—Previous remarks on the Human Frame.—Obscurity of it's laws and actions.—Early tenden­cy to locomotion to be indulged.—Sleep to be procured by constant exercise.—The cradle never to be employ­ed.—Child not to be assisted too much in his efforts.—Benefits of Exercise.—Curiosity not to be check'd.—Advantages to the body, and the formation of the Mind.—Weakly, and deformed Children, gain strength, and recover the misfortune, by Exercise.—The Country the best place for the education of Children.—Neither Cold nor Heat to be shunned.—All the less cultivated Nations escape many diseases, particularly Nervous Ones, by Exercise, Open Air, and Bathing.—Daugh­ters not to be restrained from exercise proper for them.—Bad effects of too much labour, as well as of Idle­ness.—Origin of Exercise, A supposed fragment from Hesiod.

TO Thee MONRO! whose industry and skill
The Muse can witness, tracing every nerve.
Each tube arterial, vein, and filament,
With the perspicuous steel illustrating
The frame of Man; nor less with vivid force
Of happy diction, to th' observant ear
Teaching that Physiology on truth
And reason founded, which beholds design
And matchless order on the different parts
Impress their functions, and pervade the whole,
From final causes rising to the Prime,
Th' All-wise, All-perfect: and rejecting far
From Physic, from Anatomy, the doubts
Of Pyrrho's followers, and th' assertions lewd
Of shallow Atheists; while in thee survives
Thy Father's spirit, who the school upraised,
[Page 130] With sapient Rutherford combined, and graced
The chair, his Son with equal lustre fills.
These strains MONRO! I consecrate to thee,
To thee, and HUNTER, Rivals tho Ye are,
Yet in my heart, my verse shall Ye be join'd,
Both dear to Science, to your Country dear,
Deserving public fame, and private love.
SHALL HEWSON sink untimely to the grave,
And I the note refuse? refuse to paint
His gentle manners, amiably humane,
Winning with ease their unobtrusive way
Into the breast where Friendship and Esteem
With warm embrace received them? Or his soul
Inquisitive, and ardent to detect
Nature, howe'er conceal'd beneath a cloud
Obscure, and to the search of common eyes
Impenetrable? Shall I not lament
His talents render'd useless? And the bloom
Of Genius wither'd in it's vernal morn.
[Page 131] WHEN Gratitude inspires the strain, shall BLACK
Remain unsung? Who first the path essay'd
Which since by many a bold Adventurer trod,
Hath open'd sources unexplored? disclosed
Subtiler essences; to new pursuits
Awaken'd Chemic Art? And loosed the bonds
Of it's establisht empire? No; while praise
He covets not, and shrinks from due applause,
The Muse shall not in silence praetermit
His lucid facts, and philosophic toil.
THO foremost in the ranks of Being stand
The Men, who active in the cause of truth,
Divine, or moral, or to human life
Subservient, with unceasing labour ply
Their task severe; to free th' embodied Mind,
And it's ideas raise above the ken
Of dull Mortality; by useful Arts
Invented, or improved, to subjugate,
And undeceive reluctant Error, bring
To the true test of just experiment
[Page 132] Her specious visions, and elucidate
Her dark perplexities; yet is not He
Among the lowest, who their precepts strives
More widely to disseminate, arrange
In varied order their materials, place
Objects the same in different points of view,
Or cloath'd in fresher garb, attention win
By seeming novelty. Nor shall the Bard
Howe'er condemn'd by folly, to the rank
Which petulance assigns Him deign to stoop
His crest indignant, while He feels within
That living zeal, which by occasion fired,
Would prompt his soul to dare celestial themes;
Inforce the rules of action which connect
Each social bond; or each ingenious mode
Of Art unveil, whence profit or delight
Arise; and captivate with thrillings sweet
Of unluxurious pleasure the nice ear
Of sensibility: With thoughts select
On which no vulgar images intrude
Th' affections and the passions mingling bland.
[Page 133] ERE in our lays instructive, We proceed,
And dedicate the verse to Exercise,
'Twere fit to search with deep attentive care
The Human Fabric, it's component parts
And Nature to determine, were it given
To Poet or Philosopher to treat
A subject so mysterious unreproved.
MUCH hath Anatomy distinguish'd, much
Remains unknown; the rudiments of life
Who ever shall explore? Where dwells the Power
Inherent, or acquired, which first expands
The comprehensive germ? Which moulds, propells,
And inorganic fluid can convert
To animated fibre? In the Brain
Does it reside? Or in the central Heart?
Or do they both their energy combine?
Is it subtle, elastic, and derived
From that ethereal Essence which perchance
All space informs, and every substance fills?
Or is it from the blood by wondrous means
[Page 134] Secreted, render'd volatile, sublimed,
A pure, peculiar spirit? From his state
Of vegetable torpor when released,
Whate'er it be, by this the Infant lives,
By this He moves; by this th' absorbents bear
Their nurture from the stomach to the veins,
The wasted blood's supply, whose siner parts
Perpetually exhale; this gives the lungs
To play, which from the circumambient air
It's vital principle inspire, and yield
Th' effete mephitic vapour back again.
This stimulates the heart, and by the heart
And irritated fibres is in turn
Excited, quicken'd, strengthen'd: This extends
The solids, and enlarges, hasting on
The circulating stream. This generates,
Or is of living Heat the copious fount,
Active while it exists, without it's aid
Soon changed to deadly cold. By this, the nerves
Of every various sense with speed convey
Each impulse to the Brain, infixing there
[Page 135] Th' indelible ideas, there arranged,
Connected, modified, they haply form
Or seem at least to form the Soul Itself,
Immortal, immaterial: Hence the stores
Of wisdom are establish'd; hence the flash
Of wit bursts forth; and hence with keenest glance
Imagination darts her eye throughout
This mundane space, pierces beyond it's bounds,
And Worlds creates, and Beings all her own.
IS it of Heavenly origin? A ray,
A portion of Divinity, this Power
Miraculously working? Guided sure
By other springs it acts than those of chance;
For chance is nothing, a chimaera framed
From non-existence by the breath of Fools.
We see the deeds of highest Intellect,
The finger of a God. Profound We bend
In adoration, and tho all his ways
We know not, tho implicit darkness hang
Over this universe immense, confess
[Page 136] That nothing short of Deity, could e'er
Conceive, or raise the edifice of Man.
YET, while the mystic elements of things
Are undiscover'd still, while hidden lye
Th' interior Agents; while to Man himself
Man is a Being which his utmost pains
Have fail'd to analyse; while tho we view,
Or think we view the circling chain of life
Depending link on link, in many a part
Chasms intervene, unfill'd but by the touch
Of vague conjecture, or of fancy wild:
The power of Observation is not given
In vain; or handed down from Age to Age
Facts by experience sanctified; nor shines
Fruitless the torch of clear Analogy.
Or superseding all, the purest light
The steadiest, Nature yields; unerring beams,
Which point the way to truth, while Reason smiles,
And Judgment walks secure. O Nature! thee,
Goddess benign! when first this theme I chose
[Page 137] In early youth, with aspiration warm
I call'd; thee vow'd to follow; unrepell'd
By Art's fastidious brow; or System's frown,
Unwarp'd by Theory's delusive voice.
For thou Alone the faithful Monitor
Art placed within; thy motions if observed,
Forever point to good. Nor will I now
Desert thee, or retract what then I swore.
For not from Thee we only learn to raise
The frame corporeal to it's destined pitch
Of health and strength; to ward with certain shield
The darts of sickness; or if rushing on,
Disease o'erwhelm us with impetuous might,
To catch the rapid moment, and at once
Expell the Foe, or waste his violence
By due protraction, till he quit the field:
But, if by tyrant Habit unenslaved,
If unimpair'd by affectation vile,
And imitative manners swimming down
The stream of head-long custom; Thine is all
The mental glory: Virtue, taste, design
[Page 138] Unborrow'd, glowing thoughts, expression strong,
The full emphatic eloquence of prose,
The liquid flow of melody, the burst
Of torrent rapture, and each foaming wave
Which swells the boundless tide of verse sublime.
To Nature then, with me, O Parent Mind!
Stoop lowly; and observe her impulse rouse
From his first slumbrous state awaked, thy Child.
How soon, tho active vigour be denied,
His arms, his feet the tendency display
To loco-motion, and his roving eye
Darting swift glances; pleased that nought around
Should be at rest, nor pleased with rest himself.
INDULGING this propensity, to all
His free unfetter'd limbs allow their quick
And yet unsteady efforts; let him gain
From his Attendant, what he seems to ask,
Perpetual exercise; tho not at first
To agitation violent exposed,
[Page 139] Or tost in playful wantonness on high,
But gradually proceeding. Treated thus,
Kept in unceasing action while awake,
He will not need the Cradle's most absurd
Pernicious motion, which the giddy brain
Confuses, and benumbs; on him shall steal
A softer, sweeter, more refreshing sleep.
Nor blame the Muse, whose iterated strains,
Neglecting slavish art, it's use forbid:
Wishing th' Invention with deserv'd contempt
Exiled forever; with th' untoward Swing,
The Go-cart, and the Leader, be it doom'd
To blank oblivion; or preserv'd with them
Only in some Museum's nitch devote,
Teach future times, from past examples wise,
More ardently to follow Nature's paths,
Her simpleness to venerate, and own
Her all-sufficient dictates. Let thy Child
Enjoy his balmy slumber uncompell'd,
Or by himself alone acquired, from due
Instinctive exercise: And let Him learn,
[Page 140] Untaught by others, his allotted talk,
To creep, to stand, to walk; and let him know
Full early no assistance will be lent
In aught which by his proper strength and skill
He can accomplish. So shall strength and skill
Hourly increase; so He by days and months
The puny Infant shall excell, deprived
By doating fondness of his native powers;
Or to the care of Laziness assign'd,
Who suffers Him with tottering step to drag
Incumbent, while the faithful eye alone
Should watch, or ready hand with gentlest touch
Uphold. Nor think (an argument of yore
For binding every limb) his tender form
Will from his own exertions e'er receive
Substantial injury; a posture wrong
Uneasiness will prompt Him to correct:
Nor will his feebleness permit the force
Inducing harm, so strictly to his weight
Proportion'd: And how soon, uncheckt by art,
Inherent sense, will threatened danger shun,
[Page 141] Is wondrous. Vanquish then ideal fears.
And on the matt, or carpet let him sport,
And feel his growing vigour; or entice
To their extremest verge his infant sight
With becks, and smiles, and captivating toys.
FOR ends most wise, and most important, flows
Redundantly profuse within thy Child
This active principle. By Exercise
The quicken'd pulse and stimulated heart
More truly shape each fibre, give to each
Their tension, and elastic spring; urge on
In swift and properly successive waves
The crimson fluid, and from thence secern
The different humours, healthy, bland and pure,
While thro their various channels are detach'd
The recremental dregs, of acrid kind,
Or fraught with particles to human life
Destructive. Exercise supports the flame
Of life itself, that steady heat, which glows,
And with peculiar fixedness, resists
[Page 142] External cold: Nor, in the torrid Zone,
Where Phoebus beams direct his fiercest ray,
Is by the scorching atmosphere increased
To morbid violence. By Exercise
The stomach unopprest, digests, concocts,
Assimilates, the generous chyle prepares,
And feels again the necessary goad
Of keenest appetite. That balance nice
With which health corresponds, of part to part,
Of muscles to their due antagonists,
Fluids to solids, to themselves, the just
Mixture, proportion, influence, strength of all;
Even th' invisible ethereal stream,
As vigorous, or weak, condensed, or rare,
Sensation, passion, intellect, nay more,
Virtue, and vice, on Exercise depend.
KNOW it's advantage then; nor judge thy Child
With this profusion of activity
Endow'd in vain. For Nature rules within,
Sage tutoress, and he now will soon acquire
[Page 143] By her instinctive precepts more than years
Of labouring education can impart,
So She be not in froward mood opposed,
Or not unseconded by thee. Behold,
And aid her movements, let him see and smell,
Hear, taste, and touch all objects at his will.
So the deceptive senses shall be fix'd;
So early repetition shall bestow
That just discrimination, that acute
Perceptive swiftness, which in future life
Seems instantaneous and intuitive,
Innate, and unpossest by second means.
NOR as with limbs more firm He treads, impede
His restless ardour, his inquisitive
And eager curiosity, which learns,
Approaching nigh, the varied form of things,
Their distance, situation, what resists,
Or yields, th' innocuous, and replete with harm.
Excite, impell him forward; and when Mind
Now beams apparent, and the flexile tongue,
[Page 144] By imitation, and habitual use,
Can utter sounds articulate, the names
Of every object teach him to repeat;
Add daily to his store of images
Simple, and unabstracted; let him walk
Or run the verdant fields and lawns along,
Nor Thou disdain t' attend him, and point out
As giddy apprehension can receive,
Or roving fancy lists, each herb, and tree,
Mountain, and stream, and mineral, the birds
Which skim the liquid air, or from the brake
Pour their sweet voices, herds, and bleating flocks,
Insects on wing, or on the lowly ground.
With him the nimble grashopper pursue,
And chace the gawdy butterfly; or strive
To catch the variegated bow which plants
It's base on earth, now near, but soon removed
To distant hills; or bid him mark the Sun
Refulgent shining; or the clouds diverse;
At eve, the silver moon, crescent, or full;
And every star whose radiance decks the sky.
THUS shalt Thou see with pleasure on his cheek
Health's genial hue, his limbs proportion'd just,
And beauteous, as of yore the little Loves
In Paphos, and Idalia, or as still
Warm from Albano's magic touch they breathe;
Sportive as Zephyr, agile as the Son
Of Maia, when his infant hand deceived
Apollo's piercing sight, and stole his lyre.
THUS Reason's structure shalt Thou help to form,
Laying the sure foundation, and avoid
Their error, who the memory haply load
With numerous words, and think their Child endow'd
With parts prodigious, should He get by rote
Sonorous trifles, useless, and to him
Incomprehensible; debarr'd meanwhile
From action, which invigorates the frame,
And every curious sense directs to things,
Momentous, and substantial, understood
At once, or by spontaneous efforts stamp'd
On the sensorium, ne'er to be erased.
REJECT their error. Nor should strength of Nerve
To thy ill-fortuned Offspring be denied,
Should e'en his limbs more tardily perform
Their office, and distortedly relaxt,
Trembling sustain their burthen; heed the voice
Of prejudice, or foolish tenderness,
Which, nature's power unknown, would recommend
Forbearance, and each slight exertion dread.
Rather endeavour by repeated use
To brace the fibres; Exercise can string
The slacken'd muscles, which their native tone
Shall reassume, and conquer by degrees
Hated deformity. Nor, should a cause
Obscure, and singular, as such may be
Withhold Him from th' assiduous playfulness
Which Health and Nature love; indulge th' inert
And heavy disposition; chide, invite,
Force Him to move; lest sullen apathy,
And stupor, the phlegmatic Habit's curse,
To their devoted victim cling thro life.
WITHOUT design, the lawns, and verdant fields,
We introduced not; mid the rural haunts
Was placed the tender nurseling; and from thence
If possible, for many a rolling year
Let nothing tempt thee with thy charge to seek
The baneful town. The country boasts alone
Untainted gales; the Joys, and frolic Sports
Here revel; Temperance here awhile defies
Encroaching Luxury, and beneath it's shades
Primeval, lingers Innocence of soul,
And cherub-wing'd Simplicity. Here dwells
Th' unvitiated Muse, and thro the glade,
By Alphin's willow'd margin, or beneath
His lofty elms, or mid his apple groves
Thick blossoming, tunes th' elegiac strain,
Or meditates, as now, th' instructive lay:
Escaped from slavery, from the din of fools,
From envy, and deceit, the treacherous crew,
Who worse than fever or the pestilence
Infect the city's mansions; here intent
To meet Hygeia, and with her invert
[Page 148] The garden mould, copartner of her toil,
Or raise the drooping flower, or from the tree
Prune it's luxuriant branches; or ascend
With her the swelling hill, or urge the steed
Across the neighbouring down, or bait the hook,
And tempt th' unwary native of the stream.
Oh! Thou Propitious Power! tho long exiled,
The Muse hath met thee here! Whence easier spring
Th' ideas from their secret source, around
Fancy once more her fairy visions spreads.
Light is the destined task, melodious airs
Inspire the bowers, and softer numbers breathe.
IF Sickness enter not the rural dells,
Or vanquisht by the purer atmosphere
Give place to radiant health; consider well
What desperate ills thy Children may elude
Here educated, in whose veins yet flows
Unsullied ichor, by the steams which rise,
Mortal, and gross, in the throng'd city's bounds
Unchanged. Nor regulate with anxious zeal
[Page 149] Their pastimes and excursions, let them bend,
As tutor'd from within, each pliant limb,
Each mode of varied exercise essay,
Enjoy their animation, and the sting
Of innate sprightliness. Nor let them shun
Accustomed thus, the summer's noonday heat,
Or winter's freezing sky. Th' Inhabitants
Of every region are by nature apt
It's warmth, or cold to bear, it's shifting winds,
And quick vicissitudes: in frigid climes
Still more alert, and stimulated more
To necessary action. Oh! forewarn'd,
Thy Children in the stifling dome, howe'er
Grateful to thee, include not; and misled
By phantoms of imaginary harm,
Superfluous vestments, tho defensive deem'd,
Wrap not around them. So their vital powers
To danger unobnoxious, shall repell
All immature assaults; their nerves robust
Escape the morbid tenderness of thine,
Source of unnumber'd ailments; whence the mind
[Page 150] Itself at length unhing'd, is timid, weak,
Irresolute, and to sensations doom'd,
Which tho they must exist, can scarce be borne.
OF polisht idleness which shrinks from toil,
And cautious trembles at th' external blast,
This is the sad result. While all the Tribes
Uncultivated, whether in the wilds
Canadian, or Brazilian, on the steep
Of Caucasus, in Africa, or Ind,
In the Malayan Isles, or those late seen
By Him, illustrious Chief whose timeless fate
Britannia mourns, and shall forever mourn,
Whate'er erroneous customs they possess,
Howe'er productive of peculiar ills,
From this at least are free, this languor wan,
These nervous horrors which o'erwhelm the soul.
But from activity, from open skies,
And the lustration of pellucid streams,
Unmoved support each accident of life,
[Page 151] Cold, hunger, thirst, and pain; nay dauntless meet,
And cheerfully resign'd, the stroke of death.
THUS too of old upon Eurota's banks,
Or in the martial field near Tiber's waves,
From hardy childhood, Lacedaemon saw,
And Rome majestic, those intrepid bands,
Which taught the sons of haughty Greece to stoop,
Or subjected the world. To labour train'd
From early years, thus, undebauch'd by courts,
And softening indolence, in glory's page
Enroll'd, and with her laurels deckt, have shone
Princes, and Heirs of Empire. Thus, advanced
From Persia's borders, unrelaxt, and brave,
Cyrus, whom Babylonia's walls in vain
Resisted, and the Myriads which obey'd
Lydia's enervate Monarch, while his crown
He slavishly survived, and baser still
Survived his liberty. Thus, mid the rocks
Of Bearn, as lived the youthful Peasant Race,
From them unknown, but by his royal mien,
[Page 152] With feet unfandall'd, and uncover'd head,
Henry, the future Pride of France, was raised
By true maternal virtue. Hence He quell'd
Iberia's new Geryon; hence, the League
That factious Hydra gored with many a wound,
And finally subdued: hence, graced his throne;
And peace and plenty thro his realms diffused.
LET then the sturdy Boy unlimited
Follow the bent of nature; nor too soon
Enslave thy Daughter; let her limbs possess
Their utmost freedom to th' extremest verge
Which custom will permit. The lengthen'd walk,
The more delightful ride, the mazy dance
Whose rapid evolutions ever please,
These, fashion, rigid decency allow,
Whate'er her age: and if each day pursued
In regular succession, will create
That mode of happy texture, which attracts
The Lover's eye desiring; where the blood
Speaks in the mantling cheek, but unsuffused
[Page 153] With coarse and vulgar crimson; where the frame
Is healthy, not robust, and elegant,
Not delicately fragile. Purer minds,
And gentler manners Fancy here beholds,
By peevishness untinctured, undisturb'd
By malice and suspicion; nor perchance
Views with illuded eye. For much the Soul
Depends on her Companion. Exercise
Too far impell'd, abnormous, and for years
Continued, renders dense the nervous tide,
Or to the seat of thought at length imparts
Ideot rigidity. Th' effects of Age
Intemperate toil can prematurely bring
On the worn frame, and sad untimely death.
While Idleness relaxing every nerve
The mobile fluid is deranged by strokes
Of slightest force, nor life is worth the name.
WHAT then do We advise? At first intent
On the corporeal organs, Nature strives
T' unfold, to strengthen them; and calls in aid
[Page 154] Their own endeavours, restless, and untamed.
In her more simple state, by keen desire
Of food the loco-motive powers are roused;
The Savage else inactively reclines
In his low shed, or underneath the palm,
Or spreading cedar, if not urged to war,
And it's impetuous deeds, by hot revenge:
Superiour swiftness and superiour strength
His highest excellence, and only boast,
The soul neglected, and to him unknown
It's finer feelings, and extatic joys.
BUT in those climes where polity hath smooth'd
Our innate roughness, where humanely taught,
By wholesome laws conjoin'd, by th' intercourse
Of liberal manners, and th' incircling chain
Of Arts and Commerce, there the faculties
Of nobler birth are prized; the general-weal
Defends each individual, who less heeds,
Or values strength, except as far as health
Asks his attention; nor the body sole,
[Page 155] But mind, while gather the successive years,
Parental notice claims. When this expands,
Controul too fervid action, regulate
It's wilder efforts. Social life requires
The head considerate, and the labouring hand,
Business and speculation, study deep,
And enterprise which laughs at danger's frown,
Tost on the stormy billows, or engaged
In fighting fields. Whate'er his lot, adapt
Thy Child to vigorous deeds, or strenuous thought.
Let Exercise and Books with mutual sway
Divide his time well-govern'd. Who alone
Pursues the hare, the fox, and bounding stag,
Or pores unceasing on the mouldy page,
Equal contempt and blame deserves. Nor fail
If totally their charms engross the soul,
Acute Philosophy, or e'en the Muse
With all her softer beauties, to contract
The span of life, to fill that span minute
With languor, discontent, disease, and pain.
ERE We conclude, this added verse receive,
From Greece derived; for as of late immerst
In rapturous thought, Memory it's Chiefs pourtray'd
It's Sages, Patriots, Bards, Apollo's Self
Appear'd, or in my day-dream seem'd t' appear.
With Him the car I press'd, which swiftly flew
O'er continents, and seas; not swifter rush'd
The trident-bearing God to Simois' plains,
When under his immortal feet the woods
Umbrageous, and extensive mountains shook.
We gain'd Boeotia, where arose the cliffs
Of Helicon, th' impurpled lawn I trod,
And to it's top beyond my feeble ken,
Ascended my Conductor, where He join'd
Th' expectant choir, whose harmony methought
Far distant struck my ear. But on a bank
With lotus and with hyacinth o'erspread
Reclined th' Ascraean Poet, Him I knew,
For by his side was placed the verdant branch
Of scepter'd laurel, which the Muses erst
With their own hands bestow'd, and bad him sing
[Page 157] Their high descent, and all th' ethereal Race.
His sheep were scatter'd round, and many Swains,
And many Virgins with attentive ear
Imbibed his flowing numbers, with the throng
I mingled, and regretting that so late
My footsteps had arrived, for now his strains
Were well-nigh finisht, and the sun declined
T'ward ocean's bed, with deep respectful awe
Heard his last notes, while thus the Master sung.
"His anger ceased; for on the rocks which bound
The solid earth, with adamantine chains
Braced firm, Prometheus groan'd, while on his prey
The screaming eagle darted from above.
And Epimetheus too of vacant soul
Had as a Bride received the treacherous Maid
Vulcan's alluring work, with graces fraught
Celestial, but diffusing evils dire.
When now the sovereign Father bade convene
The subject Powers; soft pity fill'd his breast
For new-created Man; on golden thrones,
[Page 158] They sate in order due; He thus address'd
Th' assembled Deities. Ye Sons of Heaven!
Who on Olympus dwell, or ocean's waves
Inform, or o'er the streams prefide, or haunt
The woods, and forests! with avengement just
The Traitor is exiled, who first prefumed
Our living fire to steal, who expiates now
His guilt, and stretch'd upon the Scythian crags
Horrific, lies exposed to pieroing winds,
Fierce-driving rain, and snow, or beating hail,
Which with unmitigable violence
Assault his desolate abode. Nor fails
Our ravenous Bird at early morn to seek
His nightly-growing feast. Such punishment
From us He merited; nor have we spared
His favour'd mortals, with Pandora's gifts
Enchanted, by her blandishments subdued.
But them We now with kinder eye behold,
Ill-form'd to last, and verging to decay
Hourly; no doubt with skill and care composed,
Worthy their Author, and with Heaven's own flame
[Page 159] Instinct, from our ethereal dome procured
By fraudful stratagem; yet weak to bear
The changeful elements, diseases fell,
And accidental ills, a numerous train;
Too exquisitely wrought, and destined soon
Again to mingle with their kindred clay,
Unless their fate some means yet unreveal'd
Awhile protract; t'ward them my wrath relents,
Not of themselves, from their own previous wills
Originated, and to transient life
From dust upraised. To you the means I leave
Immortal Powers. Who wishes to preserve
The race terrestrial, hapless, and forlorn,
From speedy dissolution, may explain
Free, and unblamed the dictates of his heart.
"HE spoke. Then Pallas with attentive eye,
Smiling, beheld the Deities around,
Or pondering silent, or consulting deep.
Smiling She sate; but graceful from her throne
At length arose, and thro th' effulgent hall,
[Page 160] Proceeding o'er the jasper pavement, sought
The door high-arch'd, whose valves of solid gold
Spontaneous open'd; ere again they closed,
The blue-eyed Maid return'd, and by the hand
Led in the prime of youth, and blooming charms,
A Nymph of heavenly mien, and as it seem'd
A sister Goddess. On her cheeks was spread
The glowing hue of Hebe; waving hung
And loose her raven locks, but just confined;
Her robe succinct a golden clasp upheld
Baring the knee: Not languishingly soft
Like Venus in her gait, nor rivalling
Majestic Juno; but in all her limbs
Dwelt symmetry divine, activity,
And sparkling ardour; while her hand sustain'd
A spear, too light for battles dire, in which
Mars wields his massy javelin, but to feats
Of mimic war adapted, or to wage
The Sylvan conflict. To the feet of Jove
Led on, th' assembled Powers at once survey'd
Her virgin Form with wonder and desire,
[Page 161] As from her breath perfumes, and from her hair
Dropp'd fragrant roses. Then Minerva paused,
And thus began. O Father! see with thine
How all my thoughts accord. The means I bring
Thy destined aim to perfect; from their fate
Suddenly threatening hapless Man to save,
And bless with length of days: by this my work,
This beauteous Nymph, whom I with plastic hand
In emulation of Vulcanian skill,
Or Promethean, fashion'd; not of earth,
Or fire, like their productions, but of pure
And elemental aether; nor by Thee
Forbidden, or with anger now survey'd.
Her name Gymnasia, and in future times,
And regions yet by mortal feet untrod,
Health-giving Exercise. For she the race
Of Men shall urge t' exertion and to toil,
Snatch from Pandora's arms the tender Babe,
String his young nerves, and thro th' eventful scenes
Of chequer'd life support him, scattering wide
The mists of torpid indolence, the worst
[Page 162] Of all the plagues, which in the fatal box
Were stored, whose sweetness poisons, and the frame
Weak of itself, to double weakness dooms.
"SHE said. The Power superiour, with a smile
Approved her wisdom, with a smile that cheer'd
Heaven, earth, and seas; viewing the lovely Nymph
Moulded by her, and by her skill adorn'd,
The stedfast Friend, and Guardian of Mankind.
"THEY thro the yielding air with speedy flight
Descended, hasting to the Nether World;
With acclamations loud, Olympus rang."
END OF THE FIFTH BOOK.

INFANCY, A DIDACTIC POEM. BOOK VI.
[Page]BOOK THE SIXTH.

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ARGUMENT.

Address to Dr Milman.—The Author declines treating particularly of the Diseases of Children.—The treat­ment of Diseases in general, cannot be taught to the Vulgar; nor could those of Children be contained in a work like this; much less could the skill and judg­ment be imparted necessary for the administration of Remedies.—False notion, because Children cannot de­scribe their feelings, that the seats and causes of their Diseases are therefore unknown.—Diseases of Children not so simple as Some have imagined.—The Causes also are many and various.—Necessity of applying for speedy assistance.—This, even should it be unsuccessful, will binder the remorse which might follow a different conduct.—The effects of this remorse exemplified in an Episode.—Inoculation.—Rise and progress of the Smallpox.—Introduction of Inoculation into Europe by Lady Mary Wortley Montague.—This duty in­culcated.—Conclusion.

TO thee, whom laudable Ambition fires,
Surmounting every obstacle, to climb
The height of science, rivalling the fame
Of Arbuthnot, or Garth, or learned Mead:
With whom in life's gay morn my heart inwove
A bond of union, which no power but death
Can e'er untwine: whose warm, whose liberal voice
Hath oft approved my strains, in this perchance
Too partial, yet humane, and in the song
Contemplating the Friend: This verse, to thee,
MILMAN! as worthier of thy classic ear,
I now devote; nor would I on thy time
Sacred to public good, or studious thought,
Intrude the futile levities of wit,
Or useless elegance, howe'er refined.
WITH prudence nursed, and by it's precepts formed,
Thy Child, O Parent! haply will ascend
Unhurt to manhood. Yet, events there are,
Which not my lays can teach the means to shun,
Nor thy assiduous caution can elude.
For He is mortal, and to mortal ills
Prone from his birth. Each violent Disease
The human race invading, may be his:
And some, confined, exert their baleful force
On Infancy, and Childhood. What, thy care,
What, rural scenes, what the pure lymph, and food
Aptly supplied; what his own active powers
Indulged, the frigid bath, and cleanliness,
With regulation due of heat and cold,
Can frustrate or prevent, and much they may,
He will avoid. At least the shafts of Death
Shall oft be blunted, Nature's vigorous arm
Her shield protending, while her faithful aid
Joins with thy ardent wishes. Is thy mind,
Anxious, and fond, with this unsatisfied?
And dost thou ask the latent plagues to view
[Page 167] Skulking in ambush? know their different signs?
Learn their Prognostics, fatal, or secure?
And the resources which progressive Time
Hath found, and liberal Practice can select?
WHAT wilt Thou gain, so taught? Augmented fears,
Doubled anxiety. In every look
If slightly changed, in every wanton cry,
Or sudden start, thy love solicitous
The feeds of dire disaster will perceive,
And haste with needless remedies t' oppose
A fancied mischief, till thy Infant feels
Perhaps thus often treated, real pain.
Say, that Disease were fixt, and that our page
Lay full before thee fraught with justest rules;
Could'st thou with timid mind, and throbbing heart,
Presume t' apply them? Would'st thou not, immerst
In hesitation, all attempts forego?
If not, the tone, and bias of thy soul
Mistaking, We for such as thee ne'er strung
The lyre humane, nor e'er the lyre will string.
YET, much the welfare of thy Child We prize;
And doubtless, even from his natal hour
Beginning, could in graphic order paint
Every distemper, each appropriate name
Disclose, their diverse symptoms and their cure.
And when th' instructive plan We first essay'd,
Imagination's inconsiderate eye
Colleagued with Youth, this finish'd work beheld.
But Judgment, render'd stronger by the lapse
Of twice seven years, rejects the green design.
A theme inelegant, for verse unfit,
Tedious, and long, and barren, and to Thee
Of little profit, nay with danger stored.
A TASK like this, the Muse without regret
Leaves to some Medicaster, who the quill,
Dextrously wielding, aims at vulgar praise.
We know the failure of Generic marks
Employ'd on Species; near the bed of pain
We know what nice distinction is required,
What accurate serenity of thought,
[Page 169] What sedulous attention, to collect
Each circumstance minute; and from the traits
Commingled and fictitious, to detach
What suits peculiar natures, and the turns
Of endless and immense Varieties.
WOULD then the Mother, would the wary Nurse,
(If such there be) from so disturbed a fount,
To them disturbed, it's muddy waters draw?
And sport with human life? Not thus reproach'd
Shall flow my numbers, which the hand of rash
Or doating Ignorance shall ne'er supply
With poison. Never will I stoop to win
The Multitude's applause by deeds or words
Which candour must despise. Nor e'en in song
Reflections cast on others, that on me
May light the praise of fools; tho plansible
Each note appeared, and for the common good
Intended solely: Much less with abuse
Degrade the very Art I once profess'd.
For conscious of the toil it's practice claims,
[Page 170] Th' inquietude, the watchful nights, the days
To thought intense devote, when jovial Mirth
Holds it's nocturnal orgies, and the voice
Of empty Vanity is heard at noon,
Tho far beneath th' illustrious Great, I knew
What form'd their sterling worth, and placed them high
Above the selfish, mean, Empiric race.
SUCH were the Sages of th' Asclepian line;
Thus, from the Coan, to th' incipient age
Of Boerhaave, lived the Prime of every school:
Thus Sydenham, over every school Supreme;
Such Huxham lately ran his course of fame.
While GLASS with evening brightness still adorns
The western sky, and proves not yet extinct
The true, the genuine Hippocratic beams.
Patient t' observe, They unremitting, scann'd
The book of Nature, while their souls enlarged
Took in, and added to their proper store
All past experience, methodized, and clear.
How vain their labour! if a tract compiled
[Page 171] By some assuming, specious shallow Scribe,
Could teach th' inferior orders of Mankind
With strict discernment thro the tangled maze
Of it's progressive symptoms, to conduct
Each dangerous Malady, it's cause unveil,
And each adapted remedy prepare:
Could these my strains embrace the various ails
Infesting Childhood, to thine eyes display
The various antidotes, and give that sound
Unerring judgment, which alone acquired
By use and contemplation, can insure
The proper time of trial, can advise
With confidence, and justify the deed.
YET, what We may, what nor the Muse forbids,
Nor our own sense condemns, is freely thine.
IF from the Mother's bosom We remove
Those false opinions which her gentle soul
Unwittingly possess; if we describe
The limits of her care, and when t' invoke
[Page 172] Superior Wisdom's aid; if on her mind
Some duties we impress; and tyrant fear,
And more tyrannic superstition drive
Far from her dwelling, not in vain We write:
And many a fell disease o'ercome, her Sons,
Her Daughters shall hereafter bless the day
Which brought these well-meant numbers to her ear.
BECAUSE the Child, with reason unendow'd
And power of speech, by words t' express his grief
Nature permits not; some believe the source
Of anguish and affliction is conceal'd
From every eye, and deem assistance vain.
Or to the Nurse, or vaunting Midwife trust,
Who cases manifold and similar
Have oft beheld, and never fail'd to cure:
For Each her Nostrum boasts; if harmless this,
And trifling, it were well, did not the wing
Of Time speed fast th' irrevocable hour
Of wisht redress. But frequently the drug
They praise, the cordial drops are fraught with death,
[Page 173] Hurrying convulsions on of direst kind;
Or with narcotic venom strong imbued,
Plunging their Patient in eternal sleep.
YET, Nature, in thy Child, tho not in words,
Speaks plain to those who in her language verst
Justly interpret. Are the different tones
Of woe, unfaithful sounds? Can He, whose sight
Hath traced the various muscles in their course,
When irritated in the different limbs,
Retracted, or extended, or supine,
Fix no conclusions on the seat of pain?
Is it of no avail to mark the breath,
How drawn? the face? the motions of the eye?
The salient pulse? th' eruptions on the skin?
The skin itself, constricted, or relaxt?
The mode of sleep? of watching? heat? and thirst?
From which, and numerous traits beside, arranged,
Combined, abstracted, and maturely weigh'd,
Judgment it's practice forms? Are characters
Like these, which ask the nice-decyphering soul,
[Page 174] Intelligible to the Beldames Old
Who wrapt in darkness, utter prophesies
And lying oracles, which cheat the ear,
Or follow'd, to destruction lead the way?
Oh! may good Angels, kindling in thy breast
The lamp of reason, guard thee from their snares!
Blind Guides, assiduous to deceive the Blind.
TRUTHS partially adopted oft admit
Ingressive Error. Children are presumed,
As fresh from Nature's hand, with maladies
Of simpler kind to labour, than the frame
Of grosser Age. Say, this belief were true?
A general rule? If simpler than they are
Hence treated, still we cannot but decry
Th' unsound opinion which for all alike
One favourite mode of practice recommends.
If just the notion, Aesculapius' Son
Might as a vain intruder be dismiss'd,
The Mother could supply his place unblamed.
But, (nor with idle terrors do we seek
[Page 175] To wound affection) from experience taught,
We know what medicines, different in effect,
And opposite, the varying symptoms claim.
Antiphlogistics which the vital heat
Increased, depress; and Cardiacs which excite;
And Opiate Sedatives, in vulgar hands
Pernicious as the deadly nightshade's juice.
And Drastics harsh, which utmost skill alone,
And wise discretion, when the moment calls,
Should dare advise. Th' uncomprehensive Mind,
Or prejudiced, or wishing to repose
In inactivity, is likewise prone
To simplify the causes, and accuse
That which perhaps exists not, but which reigns
As it conjectures, eminent o'er all.
THE wild delusions which this source affords,
With silent scorn or pity hath the Muse
Often attested. The luxuriant glands,
In Infants stiled of disproportion'd size,
And the too copious fluids they secern,
[Page 176] Or tough and viscid, Some alone condemn.
As if these glands by nature were ordain'd
So large without design, or worse, to prove
The cisterns of disease. Acidity
Some only blame; and some, the sting severe
Of acrimonious humours. These accuse
The noisome worm, however hid from fight.
Those, as exciting fever, reprobate
Nought but the growing teeth. Repletion, Some.
While Others dreadful fits survey within,
Or e'en pretend to trace them in the smile
Of downy sleep. Nor Women solely err.
The Pedant has his whims; and He, the light
Fantastic Form, who superficial skims
The froth of science, yet would fain appear
Most intimate in it's profoundest depths,
Nor a phaenomenon beholds, to which,
Like the first Man, intuitively wise,
He cannot give a name. What strange conceits
Have not Philosophers embraced? Intent
The principles of Galen to defend?
[Page 177] Or to deduce from chymic elements
Recondite causes? Or the line apply
And mathematic rule, to buildings raised
On mere imaginary ground? Or search
The moon, and aspects of the distant stars?
While Some, from animated Beings, thick
Diffused thro space, invisibly minute,
Have every ill derived, tormenting Man.
LET All who will, enjoy their pleasing dreams,
So human life be safe; and Theory
Held in firm durance, never guide the pen
When sickness needs assistance. But, of this
Be sure, O Parent! to thy Children flow
From numerous causes, which would tire thy ear,
And pass the stated limits of our verse,
Their diverse ails; tho not perhaps like Us
Subject to putrid ferments, yet from them
Not wholly free, nor from the power of cold,
Of sultry heat, of humid air, and dry,
And fell Contagion, whose resistless aim
[Page 178] If placed within it's reach, no Wight can shun
Of mortal mould, nor e'er escape the bane,
Unless around her favourites Nature cast
Impenetrable mail, no work of art.
SHALL then by fear impeded, None attempt
To rescue Childhood from distress and pain,
But those, by long and toilsome study taught,
T' investigate the cause, the symptoms scan,
And judge what they portend? Th' impartial heart
Unmoved by sordid lucre, by the goad
Of mean self-interest, wishes to the Race
Of Infant Innocence, no worse a fate.
But not to combat what the Muses Nine,
And e'en the Delian God with all his power,
Could never vanquish; and because the step
Of Paeon's Votary is not always near;
Attend our strains. When the weak head declines,
And the eye droops; when now th' inconstant cheek
Is red, now pale; when fretful, restless, hot;
The stomach and intestines discomposed,
[Page 179] And in their office changed; when the young springs
Of life more quick or tardy seem to move
Than Nature wills; We would not to thy Child
Forbid thee (tho We dare not recommend,
Nor can approve the deed, unless by fate
Widely sequester'd from th' experienced eye,
Reason's sole plea;) to give a portion due
Of th' Indian root; or taught the quantity
With nice exactness, which his Age may claim,
Some useful Antimonial; or, that mild,
Insipid, light, absorbent, by it's name
Magnesia, better known, or join'd with this
More strengthening Rhéum, from Siberian wilds,
Or Turkey's regions brought. Here ends thy care.
For now the transient obstacles o'ercome,
Alacrity returns; or still He pines,
Still his distemper gains increasing force.
And if the cause should thus be deeply fixt,
Thy efforts would be vain, perhaps unsafe,
At least engend'ring danger by delay,
And Danger often marches close by Death.
HERE let thy love, thy conscience take th' alarm;
Love for thy Child, and terror at the guilt
Of dire infanticide. Perhaps the worst
Of ills impends; Convulsion lurks unseen;
Fever already riots in his veins;
Or suffocation threatens to destroy.
Trust not Thyself; trust not the babbling Hag;
Let Fondness all alive, and light'ning round,
Detect Her, as Ithuriel's spear the toad,
Couch'd at the ear of Eve, with poison fill'd.
YET shun despondence, cherish warmest hope,
Seize fleet occasion ere it passes by,
And call th' ingenious Leach, his happy skill
Shall to it's pristine health thy Babe restore,
If all-o'erruling Providence permit.
If not, to th' indefatigable Mind
Tho learning all it's mysteries hath reveal'd,
Tho judgment clear, and long experience join
Their potent aid, A WARREN will be foil'd,
A HEBERDEN, or BAKER, cannot save.
[Page 181] But Thou from every taint of guilt or blame
Art free; thy duty is perform'd; tho poor
That solace is, which counsels, Be resign'd,
Fetter the strong sensations, rapid-wing'd;
And glean content from rectitude of thought.
Who thus can lose the Darling of the eye?
The little lively Cherub, who e'en now
Begins his voice to modulate, and lisp
The half-form'd tale? Ah! wherefore was he given?
So soon resumed, and snatch'd from cheerful day?
That, Heaven best knows. Yet, if thou wilt, indulge
Thy just emotions, give them ample scope;
Recall each mimic gesture, every sound,
Each look, when pleased, or wayward in his mood,
He struck with inexpressive tenderness
The soul parental. With thy struggling heart
The Muse shall sympathise, shall add to thine
Congenial notes sincere. But time shall heal
The rankling wound, and soften by degrees,
Nay, quite o'ercome reflection's sharpest pangs;
Till Memory tracing to the fount of Grief
[Page 182] Views it at length unruffled, and beholds
Thro the calm lymph, Woe's once detested form,
Affectionately pensive, yet serene.
THE Human Soul with fortitude can bear,
Or with elastic energy expell,
Or slowly certain, vanquish every ill,
But dread remorse. The Self-accused descend
Low in the scale, and abject, or they pine
Afflicted, or amid the blaze of noon
Perceive no change in the dark midnight gloom
Which reigns within; Despair stands scouling by,
And sullen Madness crouches for his prey.
OH! may thy Mind, whatever doom'd to feel,
Whate'er of anguish, pain, or penury,
Wounds of ingratitude, or slighted love,
This worse than all, that famine, fire, or steel,
This horrid Fiend avoiding, never shrink
Beneath his weight, by conscious thought condemn'd.
Nor, may Evadne's melancholy fate
[Page 183] Be ever thine. What beauties could She boast!
How fair, in virgin innocence! Her charms
Pierced deep, for unaffected was the Maid,
And justest education had improved,
Not tortured Nature. Melody had chose
Her voice for it's loved vehicle of sound.
Tho mute, She spake, her eye had magic fire.
Her shape, her gesture, every action beam'd
Expressive elegance. Could the young heart
Of Polydore resist her wondrous power?
He strove not to resist, He heard, He saw,
And all his melting soul was Her's alone.
Nor did She view th' enamour'd Swain, or hear
Scornful the tender vows He breathed; for his
Was the smooth open front of candid truth,
The modest cheek, the soft persuasive glance
Of true affection, and the sigh sincere.
The lawns, the meads beheld them, and the groves
Of quivering alder, and the willows green
Skirting the mazy brook, nor e'er beheld
Happier and purer Mortals; nor e'er caught
[Page 184] Amid their shades, or on their mossy banks,
Notes more impassion'd from the Doric Muse,
Than Polydore to his Evadne sung.
THUS fixt immutably, thus rivetted
By strong attraction, not a Father's frown,
(For his imagination had pourtray'd
Evadne in the higher rank of pride,
Of wealth, and pageantry;) not five long years
Of absence could from either's heart erase
The other's image. Yet again They met,
Auspicious was the meeting; for the soul
Of Age severe, now moved, resolved to bless
The constant Youth, and to his arms resign
The beauteous Maid. He bless'd the constant Youth;
And to his arms the beauteous Maid resign'd.
Fair shone the morn of their espousals, fair
The coming morn, and promised to the eye
Of raptured love, a train of prosperous days.
OH Happiness! how exquisite!—how brief!
Affliction is the lot of Man below:
And often, Misery, when the soul of joy
Flushes with transport, breathes a sudden air
Of chilling frost, the genial warmth destroys,
And florid bloom. One eve Evadne sat
Alone, in swift succession to her view
Rose many a fairy prospect, but the light
Which gilded them was Polydore's, the sun
Was He, illuming, animating all
The forms of her creation. Even then
She felt his warm embrace, and press'd She thought
His glowing cheek to her's; for him prepared,
The table smiled; for him bright-beaming shone
The rosy wine; the foot-steps of his steed
She heard in every gale. But him, alas!
The living Polydore she never saw.
That Steed had proved unfaithful to his trust,
With mad'ning swiftness t'ward the gate He flew,
While far behind his breathless Master lay.
THE feelings of Evadne to describe
Weak is the Muse, and nerveless are her strains.
What can support her? Where exists the Power
Which can detain her from the grave that holds
Her Lord in death? What, but the Babe which smiles
Unconscious of his loss, as on her breast,
Her nurturing breast, He hangs? For him She lives.
For him sustains the load of grief, and strives
To tear the rooted anguish from her mind.
He is the charm which reconciles her thoughts
To the loath'd world? for Polydore in him
She sees, in the dear pledge of amity:
Stampt with his image, with his vital blood
Inform'd, and breathing sweet his balmy breath.
HATH not Misfortune spent her deadly shafts?
Ill-starr'd Evadne! In thy Child appear
The symptoms of disease, and onward hastes
Impetuous Fever. To a form like thine,
A temper blameless, with emotions pure,
Humane, and amiable, ah! why did Heaven
[Page 187] Refuse staid Judgment, firmness to resist
Error importunate, and strength to shun
Credulity, which hears the Dotard's tale,
And thinks it truth! Who taught thy Grandam hoar
The secrets of an art, to which the Mind
Of vigorous energy, and years of toil,
Are scarcely equal? By what Demon urged
Malicious, with what evil Spirit fill'd
Of self-conceit and folly, dares She hope
T' accomplish, what requires the searching eye
Of Genius and the labour'd skill of deep
And accurate attention? On thy Child
She looks, then proves her wisdom. First, the teeth
Are blamed, and charms are tried, and Nostrums given.
Next, Fits internal, and her poisonous drugs
She brews like Circe. Then the noxious Worm;
And Anthelmintics various She procures,
And oft repeats the drench. Each different cause
She e'er has heard suggested, is accused,
And every remedy She ever knew,
Administer'd; while still, the last, her voice
[Page 188] Solemnly slow, declares will banish pain,
And with miraculous and sudden force
Restore the suffering Babe; who lies meantime
Opprest with double woe, by his disease,
And that pernicious treatment, which from plain
And simple, has converted it at length
To mortal violence. Now, Nature yields
Reluctantly o'ercome. Evadne sees
The Victim of presumptuous Ignorance;
Conviction flashes on her mind; She calls
For aid, too late. He dies; and with him dies
Her Polydore again. She raves, She tears
Her flowing locks. Yet, passionate excess
May waste itself, and Peace once more return.
It might return, as when She felt the pangs
Of absent love, as when her heart was torn,
Losing it's dearer portion. But the sting
Of sharp reflection, by Herself impell'd,
What hand shall e'er extract? Her delicate,
And feeling mind, imagination-struck,
Shrinks from existence; while by day, by night,
[Page 189] These sounds pervade her ear, "Thy Child is slain,
And Thou wert an Accomplice." Horrid sounds!
Inviting on his cloud, the dreary Shape
Of melancholy Madness. Oh! what notes,
What different notes, utters Evadne now,
Enfrenzied, and forlorn, from those which erst
Amid their shades, or on their mossy banks,
The groves responsive heard, the joyous groves
Of quivering alder, and the willows green
Skirting the mazy brook, those Doric notes,
Which Polydore to his Evadne sung.
TURN We from scenes like these, which o'er the soul
Of weeping Sympathy diffuse a gloom,
Yet, not unchasten'd by the milder ray
Of self-acquitting thought, and firm intent
To shun the latent rocks of deep distress,
By pious caution guided; from our theme
Not thus abstracted, it's preceptive notes
Yet unrelinquishing, and sorrows mists
Dispell'd, which o'er the breast of Innocence
[Page 190] Flit like a cloud across the summer sky;
To happier mansions, objects of delight,
And joyful prospects, turn! to where thy Child
Hath, by Inoculation, overcome
The Plague Variolous! As Hercules
The spotted Snakes defeating, transport flush'd
Alcmena's glowing cheek, so over thine
I see the kindled radiance. Whether born
In Ethiopic wilds, or mid the sands
Of parch'd Arabia, or where spread the shores
Girding the Caspian; from his natal place,
Pursuing Mahomet's wide-wasting arms,
The Monster rush'd on Europe, pale dismay,
Horror, and Death rapacious in his train.
For many a Century, without controul,
When ragid his fury, by pernicious skies
Aroused, or propagated far and wide
By fell Contagion, He destroy'd Mankind.
The Cities groan'd; The Matron o'er her Babe
In unavailing trance of anguish hung.
The Lover offer'd up his fruitless vows,
[Page 191] And wearied Heaven importunately fond,
To save the Beauty which his soul adored.
The Babe, the Mother's self, became his prey;
The Youth, and Virgin, sunk into the tomb.
If life were granted, beauty was effaced;
Each decent feature, tumid, and enlarged,
Roughen'd, or dented with unseemly scars.
MEDICINE was whelm'd with shame; the Roman page
Was silent, nor the Grecian could afford
An antidote for evils Grecia's Sons
Had ne'er imagined. Rhazes wrote in vain;
And even Sydenham's efforts had their bounds.
For the cold lymph by Prejudice was shunn'd;
And Sydenham, tho He oft by freer air
Tamed the devouring heat, and shook the throne
Of learned Ignorance, declaring war
Against it's regimen, adverse to life,
And compounds teeming with destructive fire,
Alexipharmic poisons; could not change
The rank malignant nature of the Pest:
[Page 192] Which still, when favouring constitutions reign'd
And in peculiar Habits, all his art
Baffled, invincible; his art, beyond
All Mortals else, and only not divine.
THE triumph was reserved for Female hands;
Thine was the deed, accomplish'd MONTAGUE!
What Physic ne'er conjectured, What described
By Pylarini, by Timoni sketch'd,
Seem'd to Philosophy an idle tale,
Or curious only; She by patriot love
Inspired, and England rising to her view
Proved as a truth, and proved it on her Son.
A manly Mind where reason dwelt supreme
Was Her's the little terrors of her sex
Despising, by maternal fondness sway'd,
Yet bold, where confidence had stable grounds.
How far superior to the turbann'd Race
With whom She sojourn'd, scrupulous, and weak!
YET, this is She, whom Pope's illiberal verse
Hath dared to censure with malicious spleen,
And meanly-coward soul. Redoubled Bard!
What hath thy satire, tho it often flow
Happy, and poignant, with Horatian ease,
What hath thy moral lay, tho pure, and just,
And elegant, of profit e'er produced,
Of high advantage to thy natal Land,
Compared with her bequest? Thy numbers charm
The listening ear, and with thy polisht stile
Taste is enamour'd; She hath been the cause
Of heart-felt joy to thousands, thousands live,
And still shall live thro her; thy song can please
None but the Sons of Britain; or the Few,
Of nice, and studious leisure; She unlock'd
The springs of satisfaction and delight,
And with perennial comfort bless'd the World.
LET Me then urge this duty; nor to fear
Or superstition yielding, let thy Child
Encounter in his native shape the Fiend,
[Page 194] And brave his violence. For, whither, say,
To what sequester'd haunt canst Thou retreat,
Where He will not pursue? How vain thy flight!
How sure thy victory, if as Art direct
And wise Experience, thou anticipate
His threaten'd blow! So when the Patriarch's arm
Was stretch'd to wound his Son, An Angel came,
And saved the victim from impending death.
GENTLE; and almost harmless is the bane
By Skill communicated, which regards
The times and seasons, nor infects the Child,
If to Dentition's wonted state arrived;
For, ill the labouring frame can then endure
An added stimulus. Nor yet before
That period; lest to Epilepsy prone
By the contagious vapour raised, He quit
Sudden the precincts warm of light and life.
This too the cold of winter bids Us shun,
Potent the vessels to contract, increase
Their tonic force, and in the system stir
[Page 195] Fierce inflammation. And the summer heat;
By which all putrid ferments are sublimed,
And render'd doubly fatal. These extremes
Avoided, in the temperate months alone
Let every prudent Matron be resolved
T' obey the call of duty, and of love.
Unless the dread contagion, thickening round,
Impell them to neglect each guarded rule,
Yielding by force to peril's just alarm.
NEED We, in this our Aera, when mature,
And vigorous, reason prospers, groundless fears
Oppose by arguments? the groundless fears
Of fondness, or religion? In thy mind
No terror should, or can with justice dwell,
But lest, as naturally seen, by Art
Unmodified, uncheck'd, the stern Disease
Should thy young Charge assault. If He escape,
His lot is fortunate. Assaulted thus,
Oft, from an Hundred only, many die.
From many Hundreds, None, or one perchance,
[Page 196] Of those inoculated. Why should thine
Be the poor solitary One? If death
Follow a treatment, which can soothe the Pest,
And meliorate it's nature, could his life
Be granted to thy fervent prayer, when arm'd,
And with it's proper rage it took the field?
This be thy source of comfort. Nor believe
That Providence is tempted by the deed.
From Providence flows reason to Mankind;
And Reason teaches Us to fly from ill,
And covet good. Th' invention, the success,
Is the true warrant of approving Heaven.
Who would not rather cross a shallow frith,
When first the rising tide begins, than wait
Hemm'd in a nook, till with impetuous force
It sweep Him from his station? Who refuse
By Franklin's pointed rod, to draw the stream
Of lightning on their roofs, because the cloud
Might harmless pass above? thus safe convey'd,
In unterrific silence, to the ground.
THO rare th' Examples now, and scatter'd, mark
Th' unhappy Beings, who from idle dread,
Or weak maternal love, in Childhood's state
This boon received not; and who sharing yet
Th' hereditary feelings, want themselves
Firmness of soul th' omission to supply.
Mark, where they pine in solitude, oppresst
By anxious thought; to whom Man's cheerful Race
Affords no joy; the voice of Music breathes
It's choral notes unheard; the stage displays
The living manners, and th' assembly beams
With sprightliness and elegance, in vain.
The City, nay the Village bounds they fly,
And shift from place to place, as from the pack
Of clamorous Hounds and Men, in wild affright
The trembling Hare. Oh! never may thy Sons,
Thy Daughters, thus be cursed! in early life
By thee from all these future horrors freed!
The mirthful croud, with innocence of heart
Joining well-pleased; the gay, the social hour
Nor shunning, nor desiring, but awhile
[Page 198] To soften care; or fit the soul for acts,
By relaxation due, of nobler kind.
Endow'd by Thee with comeliness, no trace
Of this abhorr'd Distemper left behind,
And all it's wonted ravages defied.
FOR MONTAGUE again the verse prepare,
And bring th' harmonious strain! Why thro the realms
Of Europe are not votive Statues placed
Honouring their Benefactress? From the straits
Of Gades, south, to where the towers ascend
Of famed Petropolis? Or, crossing wide
Th' Atlantic foam, why in the new-found World,
Which more to Her, than it's Discoverer, owes,
Appears no structure sacred to her praise?
Yet, shall Imagination rear the dome,
And fix th' expressive marble. Hither come,
Ye Nymphs, and Swains, with flowery garlands deck'd
Your polisht foreheads; on the shaven green
Which fronts the Temple, ply your nimble feet,
The jocund dance inweaving! Hither come,
[Page 199] Ye Fauns and Dryads! Hither, glowing Love,
And spotless Beauty! Youth, with radiant eye,
And blooming Health! While underneath the beech
Or oak, which waves it's consecrated shade,
Humanity, and Wisdom, smiling view
The festive Throng, mid whom the Graces play.
And quitting their proud bowers, and lofty hill,
The Muses utter notes divinely sweet,
Such as of yore They sung, when Gratitude
Tuned to the Friends and Patrons of mankind
The genuine lyre, ennobled by it's theme.
FINIS.

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