_>. THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES RELIGIO CLERICI CHURCHMAN'S FIRST EPISTLE. ce These went about in quest of fools, whom they had the art to turn into madmen : an art which is not to be reckoned among the deperditar Jortin. THIRD EDITION, CORRECTED AND ENLARGED, WITH NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. LONDON : JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE-STREET. 1819. +55 IB 13 ADVERTISEMENT. The Author of the following lines has purposely chosen the most obvious argu- ments in favour of Revealed Religion. He claims no farther originality therefore for the first part of his poem, than as it contains the genuine answers which suggested them- selves to his own mind in reply to the question, " Why are you a Church of Eng- land Christian V Many more and many better reasons might doubtless be given, but perhaps not so much to his purpose. In the latter part he has thought it his duty to express firmly, though he hopes not uncharitably, his opinion of the perils to which the Established Church is ex- 87151 [iv] posed, by the rapid progress of modern Puritanism. March, 1818. In the present edition the Notes have been much enlarged, and placed at the bottom of the page, in order to render the First and Second Epistles uniform. January, 1819. RELTGIO CLERICI. EPISTLE THE FIRST. l o u ask me how, in these our canting times, A Parson dares be thought a man of rhymes ? How Grace and Pagan inspiration fit, Or things divine with toys of human wit ? You say the Kirk, with Puritanic frown, Stripp'd her one Poet of his scanty gown ; And evil eyes on careless Churchill fell, Not that he liv'd too ill, but wrote too well. v. 7 Churchill] The fate of the author of Douglas is well known. It may be asserted of Churchill, and I fear with too much truth, that his habits were those of extreme profligacy ; but his vices would have been forgotten long ago, if his distinguished talents had not kept their memory alive. " The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones," B 2 RELIGIO CLERICI, True all you urge ; but still, in wisdom's spite, Unlucky nature forces me to write. 10 Turn where I will, the officious Muse is near, And verse, unbidden, warbles in mine ear. In sober prose ev'n now when I begin To yield some reason of my hope within, Grave truths to measur'd strains themselves convert, And I must rhyme where others would dissert. Shame to our days, that with degenerate views Profane and prostitute the suffering Muse, v. 16. dissert.'] I am told that there is no such word in our language ; if so, I am sorry for it ; for the word is a good word, and as Justice Shallow says, " it comes of the Latin." For the art itself I have but little respect, for whenever the title " Dissertation" is prefixed, dullness is pretty sure to follow. Bishop Home was much of my opi- nion ; in the first of his admirable Letters on Infidelity, he makes this remark to his friend : " A few strictures on the nature and tendency, the principles and reasonings of such (infidel) performances, thrown out from time to time, in a concise and lively way, you observe, are better calculated to suit the taste and turn of the present day than long and ela- borate dissertations ; and you see no reason why a method practised by Voltaire, and so much recommended by D'Alem- bert against Religion, should not be adopted by those who write for it." A CHURCHMAN'S FIRST EPISTLE. 3 Curtail her privilege of heavenly birth, And bar her flight beyond this speck of earth ! 20 Not thus of old, when with unshrinking eyes She darVl the full Shechinah in the skies; Commun'd above with disembodied thought, And echoed lessons purer spirits taught. Her voice, sole herald of the Eternal Mind, Convey M his will and nature to mankind : Her lips with utterance bless'd the raptur'd seer, And lent the suppliant, language Heaven might hear : Each torch was kindled at a common flame, And Prophet, Priest, and Poet were the same. 30 Thus too, when darkness in the Gentile skies Obscur'd the wisdom of the worldly wise ; And blundering sophists, lacking eyes to see, Denied the blaze of immortalitv : If some faint gleam of dim-reflected light Glanc'd indistinctly on their mental night, Unheeded died away the ray divine, Or rested only on the Poefs shrine. Then, deep within Eleusis' mystic cell, The trembling novice heard the measure swell 40 A RELIGIO CLERICI, Dwelt with keen ear upon the solemn strain, Which whispered truths unknown to the profane : Exploit a passage which obscurely led To some half-doubted state beyond the dead ; And saw Creation bend before the throne Of one pure Essence, self-sprung, and alone. Shame to our days I Oh ! where is He whose hand The golden gates of Eden could expand ? Where he whose rugged harmony has told The faith he deem'd a layman ought to hold ? 50 V. 46. SELF-SPRUNG AND ALONE.] Such WcLS the dis- closure of the unity of the Deity made at the Eleusinian mysteries, at least if we believe the fragment preserved by Clemens Alexandrinus and Eusebius to be part of the hymn sung during the celebration of them : EJ is \0y0V 0eOV /3A\I/J, TOl)TCp7rpO