Nocte brevem si forte indulsit cura soporem,
Et toto versata thoro jam membra quiescunt,
Continuo templum et violati Numinis aras,
Et quod praecipuis mentem suboribus urget,
Te videt in somnis; tua sacra et major imago
Humana turbat pavidum, cogitque fateri. 
                        Juvenal, Satire xiii.

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The parish-clerk.

The Parish-Clerk began his Duties with the late Vicar, a grave and austere Man; one fully orthodox; a Detecter and Opposer of the Wiles of Satan—­His opinion of his own Fortitude—­The more frail offended by these Professions—­His good advice gives further Provocation—­ They invent stratagems to overcome his Virtue—­His Triumph—­He is yet not invulnerable:  is assaulted by fear of Want, and Avarice—­He gradually yields to the Seduction—­He reasons with himself, and is persuaded—­He offends, but with Terror; repeats his Offence; grows familiar with Crime:  is detected—­His Sufferings and Death.

With our late Vicar, and his age the same,
His clerk, hight Jachin, to his office came;
The like slow speech was his, the like tall slender frame: 
But Jachin was the gravest man on ground,
And heard his master’s jokes with look profound;
For worldly wealth this man of letters sigh’d,
And had a sprinkling of the spirit’s pride: 
But he was sober, chaste, devout and just,
One whom his neighbours could believe and trust: 
Of none suspected, neither man nor maid
By him were wrong’d, or were of him afraid. 
   There was indeed a frown, a trick of state
In Jachin;—­formal was his air and gait: 
But if he seem’d more solemn and less kind,
Than some light men to light affairs confined,
Still ’twas allow’d that he should so behave
As in high seat, and be severely grave. 
   This book-taught man, to man’s first foe profess’d
Defiance stern, and hate that knew not rest;
He held that Satan, since the world began,
In every act, had strife with every man;
That never evil deed on earth was done,
But of the acting parties he was one;
The flattering guide to make ill prospects clear;
To smooth rough ways the constant pioneer;
The ever-tempting, soothing, softening power,
Ready to cheat, seduce, deceive, devour. 
“Me has the sly Seducer oft withstood,”
Said pious Jachin,—­“but he gets no good;
I pass the house where swings the tempting sign,
And pointing, tell him, ‘Satan, that is thine:’ 
I pass the damsels pacing down the street,
And look more grave and solemn when we meet;
Nor doth it irk me to rebuke their smiles,
Their wanton ambling and their watchful wiles: 
Nay, like the good John Bunyan, when I view
Those forms, I’m angry at the ills they do;
That I could pinch and spoil, in sin’s despite,
Beauties, which frail and evil thoughts excite. {10}
   “At feasts and banquets seldom