PAPER VII

Thou pernicious caterpillar, that preyest upon the fair leaf of virgin fame, and poisonest those leaves which thou canst not devour!

Thou fell blight, thou eastern blast, thou overspreading mildew, that destroyest the early promises of the shining year! that mockest the laborious toil, and blastest the joyful hopes, of the painful husbandman!

Thou fretting moth, that corruptest the fairest garment!

Thou eating canker-worm, that preyest upon the opening bud, and turnest the damask-rose into livid yellowness!

If, as religion teaches us, God will judge us, in a great measure, by our benevolent or evil actions to one another—­O wretch! bethink thee, in time bethink thee, how great must be thy condemnation!

PAPER VIIII

At first, I saw something in your air and person that displeased me not.  Your birth and fortunes were no small advantages to you.—­You acted not ignobly by my passionate brother.  Every body said you were brave:  every body said you were generous:  a brave man, I thought, could not be a base man:  a generous man, could not, I believed, be ungenerous, where he acknowledged obligation.  Thus prepossessed, all the rest that my soul loved and wished for in your reformation I hoped!—­I knew not, but by report, any flagrant instances of your vileness.  You seemed frank, as well as generous:  frankness and generosity ever attracted me:  whoever kept up those appearances, I judged of their hearts by my own; and whatever qualities I wished to find in them, I was ready to find; and, when found, I believed them to be natives of the soil.

My fortunes, my rank, my character, I thought a further security.  I was in none of those respects unworthy of being the niece of Lord M. and of his two noble sisters.—­Your vows, your imprecations—­But, Oh! you have barbarously and basely conspired against that honour, which you ought to have protected:  and now you have made me—­What is it of vile that you have not made me?—­

Yet, God knows my heart, I had no culpable inclinations!—­I honoured virtue!—­I hated vice!—­But I knew not, that you were vice itself!

PAPER IX

Had the happiness of any of the poorest outcast in the world, whom I had neveer seen, never known, never before heard of, lain as much in my power, as my happiness did in your’s, my benevolent heart would have made me fly to the succour of such a poor distressed—­with what pleasure would I have raised the dejected head, and comforted the desponding heart!—­But who now shall pity the poor wretch, who has increased, instead of diminished, the number of the miserable!

PAPER X

Lead me, where my own thoughts themselves may lose me;
Where I may dose out what I’ve left of life,
Forget myself, and that day’s guile!——­
Cruel remembrance!——­how shall I appease thee?