There was a Fellow near, an artful Knave, Now all the Profit fell to Ned's controul, Now see him Doctor! yes, the idle Fool, His Dress, his Frown, his Dignity were such, Some who had known him thought his Knowledge much; * An empirick who flourished at the same time with this great man. Alas! in vain is my contempt exprest, To those who, weakly reasoning, strongly feel. What then our Hopes?-Perhaps there may by Law Be method found, these Pests to curb and awe; Yet in this Land of Freedom, Law is slack With any Being to commence attack; Then let us trust to Science-there are those Who can their Falsehoods and their Frauds disclose, No extensive Manufactories in the Borough: yet considerable Fortunes made there.-Ill Judgment of Parents in disposing of their Sons.-The best educated not the most likely to succeed. -Instance.-Want of Success compensated by the lenient power of some Avocations.-The Naturalist.-The Weaver an Entomologist, &c.-Hunting Butterflies, &c.-A Prize-Flower.-Story of Walter and William. |