A CHARACTER; or A few traces in Crambo's Picture

Yes you condemn the city and its ways, Applaud the country and its verdure praise, Sigh for the shade and seek the spreading trees Or court the fanning fond refreshing breeze.— Tell Crambo this—it throws him in the fits; " Lord, sir! the stupid soul has lost his wits— " Go mix with Indians! Quit the shining town!" He says with anger and a senseless frown; For well he minds the time he drove the team, Ere merchant dignifi'd his humble name. Then grogram jackets serv'd in place of silk, Instead of wine the kind nutricious milk; Then pennys sav'd were pennys to the last; He scrap'd & scrap'd, & as he scrap'd laid past; The whip, the spade, the plough was his resort, No frolicks saw him nor the mirthful sport. Some thirty pounds to city brings the swain, But mean low penury rewards with gain; A merchant soon he strutted like the rest, Spoke with the foremost, with the foremost drest; Cash made him bold and ignorance gave face To follow what to others was disgrace; Grown fat at length and politic and great, See slaves of different colours round him wait. With formal wig and smooth unmeaning face, He reads the news and wishes for a place, Thinks all the judges are a pack of fools, Make him the chief and he'll prescribe new rules Turn wardens, sheriffs, justices out of doors And make a law to tax the city wh-r-s— But for the country—name not such a place, The very thought to Crambo is disgrace.

Think not I rail against the saving scheme, That I applaud, but empty pride I blame. If fortune smiles be modest and be wise, Nor let her smiles surround thee with disguise; Hide as you will and cover all you can Crambo appears conspicuous in thy van: Wit, genius, knowlege, breeding, learning, sense, Owe nought to pride, no aid receive from thence, And all these qualities can be display'd, And please as well in sustian as brocade.