Part 5 (2/2)

Now, said the nymph, I'll let you see My actions with your rules agree, That I can vulgar forms despise, And have no secrets to disguise.

I knew by what you said and writ, How dangerous things were men of wit; You cautioned me against their charms, But never gave me equal arms; Your lessons found the weakest part, Aimed at the head, but reached the heart.

Cadenus felt within him rise Shame, disappointment, guilt, surprise.

He know not how to reconcile Such language, with her usual style: And yet her words were so expressed, He could not hope she spoke in jest.

His thoughts had wholly been confined To form and cultivate her mind.

He hardly knew, till he was told, Whether the nymph were young or old; Had met her in a public place, Without distinguis.h.i.+ng her face, Much less could his declining age Vanessa's earliest thoughts engage.

And if her youth indifference met, His person must contempt beget, Or grant her pa.s.sion be sincere, How shall his innocence be clear?

Appearances were all so strong, The world must think him in the wrong; Would say he made a treach'rous use.

Of wit, to flatter and seduce; The town would swear he had betrayed, By magic spells, the harmless maid; And every beau would have his jokes, That scholars were like other folks; That when Platonic flights were over, The tutor turned a mortal lover.

So tender of the young and fair; It showed a true paternal care-- Five thousand guineas in her purse; The doctor might have fancied worst,-- Hardly at length he silence broke, And faltered every word he spoke; Interpreting her complaisance, Just as a man sans consequence.

She rallied well, he always knew; Her manner now was something new; And what she spoke was in an air, As serious as a tragic player.

But those who aim at ridicule, Should fix upon some certain rule, Which fairly hints they are in jest, Else he must enter his protest; For let a man be ne'er so wise, He may be caught with sober lies; A science which he never taught, And, to be free, was dearly bought; For, take it in its proper light, 'Tis just what c.o.xcombs call a bite.

But not to dwell on things minute, Vanessa finished the dispute, Brought weighty arguments to prove, That reason was her guide in love.

She thought he had himself described, His doctrines when she fist imbibed; What he had planted now was grown, His virtues she might call her own; As he approves, as he dislikes, Love or contempt her fancy strikes.

Self-love in nature rooted fast, Attends us first, and leaves us last: Why she likes him, admire not at her, She loves herself, and that's the matter.

How was her tutor wont to praise The geniuses of ancient days!

(Those authors he so oft had named For learning, wit, and wisdom famed).

Was struck with love, esteem, and awe, For persons whom he never saw.

Suppose Cadenus flourished then, He must adore such G.o.d-like men.

If one short volume could comprise All that was witty, learned, and wise, How would it be esteemed, and read, Although the writer long were dead?

If such an author were alive, How all would for his friends.h.i.+p strive; And come in crowds to see his face?

And this she takes to be her case.

Cadenus answers every end, The book, the author, and the friend, The utmost her desires will reach, Is but to learn what he can teach; His converse is a system fit Alone to fill up all her wit; While ev'ry pa.s.sion of her mind In him is centred and confined.

Love can with speech inspire a mute, And taught Vanessa to dispute.

This topic, never touched before, Displayed her eloquence the more: Her knowledge, with such pains acquired, By this new pa.s.sion grew inspired.

Through this she made all objects pa.s.s, Which gave a tincture o'er the ma.s.s; As rivers, though they bend and twine, Still to the sea their course incline; Or, as philosophers, who find Some fav'rite system to their mind, In every point to make it fit, Will force all nature to submit.

Cadenus, who could ne'er suspect His lessons would have such effect, Or be so artfully applied, Insensibly came on her side; It was an unforeseen event, Things took a turn he never meant.

Whoe'er excels in what we prize, Appears a hero to our eyes; Each girl, when pleased with what is taught, Will have the teacher in her thought.

When miss delights in her spinnet, A fiddler may a fortune get; A blockhead, with melodious voice In boarding-schools can have his choice; And oft the dancing-master's art Climbs from the toe to touch the heart.

In learning let a nymph delight, The pedant gets a mistress by't.

Cadenus, to his grief and shame, Could scarce oppose Vanessa's flame; But though her arguments were strong, At least could hardly with them wrong.

Howe'er it came, he could not tell, But, sure, she never talked so well.

His pride began to interpose, Preferred before a crowd of beaux, So bright a nymph to come unsought, Such wonder by his merit wrought; 'Tis merit must with her prevail, He never know her judgment fail.

She noted all she ever read, And had a most discerning head.

'Tis an old maxim in the schools, That vanity's the food of fools; Yet now and then your men of wit Will condescend to take a bit.

So when Cadenus could not hide, He chose to justify his pride; Construing the pa.s.sion she had shown, Much to her praise, more to his own.

Nature in him had merit placed, In her, a most judicious taste.

Love, hitherto a transient guest, Ne'er held possession in his breast; So long attending at the gate, Disdain'd to enter in so late.

Love, why do we one pa.s.sion call?

When 'tis a compound of them all; Where hot and cold, where sharp and sweet, In all their equipages meet; Where pleasures mixed with pains appear, Sorrow with joy, and hope with fear.

Wherein his dignity and age Forbid Cadenus to engage.

But friends.h.i.+p in its greatest height, A constant, rational delight, On virtue's basis fixed to last, When love's allurements long are past; Which gently warms, but cannot burn; He gladly offers in return; His want of pa.s.sion will redeem, With grat.i.tude, respect, esteem; With that devotion we bestow, When G.o.ddesses appear below.

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