THE
HISTORY of an INN-KEEPER,
IN
NORMANDY.
Oh Reaſon! ever be my friend, my guide!
And from thy dictates never let me ſtray:
Do thou o'er every Sentiment preſide,
And be my Pilot thro' life's thorny way!
Some dream that they can ſilence when they will
The Storm of paſſion, and ſay, "Peace, be still;"
But "Thus far and no farther;" when addreſs'd
To the wild wave, or wilder human breaſt,
Implies authority that never can,
That never ought to be the lot of man.
WHEN a man narrowly ſcrutinizes into his own heart, how little ſatisfaction ariſes from ſuch an inſpection! His goodneſs many times extends no further than to languid and impotent reſolutions; whence he hath the mortification to ſee, that his virtue is daily periſhing in its bloffoms; while vice deeply roots itſelf in the corruption of his nature, derives additional ſtrength from the luxuriance of the ſoil, and is hourly making bold advances to maturity. At the ſame time that prepoſſeſſions and prejudices enthral his mind, they likewiſe enervate the
