By him accepted without pride or shame. Not in the Navy—that did not appear: Not in the Army—that at least was clear— “But as he speaks of sea-affairs, he made, No doubt, his fortune in the way of trade; He might, perhaps, an India-ship command— We’ll call him Captain now he comes to land.” 60 The Stranger much of various life had seen, Been poor, been rich, and in the state between; Had much of kindness met, and much deceit, And all that man who deals with men must meet. Not much he read; but from his youth had thought, And been by care and observation taught: ’Tis thus a man his own opinions makes; He holds that fast, which he with trouble takes; While one whose notions all from books arise, } Upon his authors, not himself, relies— 70} A borrow’d wisdom this, that does not make us wise. } Inured to scenes, where wealth and place command Th’ observant eye, and the obedient hand, A Tory-spírit his—he ever paid Obedience due, and look’d to be obey’d. “Man upon man depends, and, break the chain, He soon returns to savage life again; As of fair virgins dancing in a round Each binds another, and herself is bound, On either hand a social tribe he sees, 80 By those assisted, and assisting these; While to the general welfare all belong, The high in power, the low in number strong.” Such was the Stranger’s creed—if not profound, He judg’d it useful, and proclaimed it sound; And many liked it; invitations went To Captain Elliot, and from him were sent— These last so often, that his friends confess’d, The Captain’s cook had not a place of rest. Still were they something at a loss to guess 90 What his profession was from his address; For much he knew, and too correct was he For a man train’d and nurtured on the sea; Yet well he knew the seaman’s words and ways— Seaman’s his look, and nautical his phrase: In fact, all ended, just where they began, With many a doubt of this amphibious man. Though kind to all, he look’d with special grace } On a few members of an ancient race, } Long known, and well respected in the place— 100} Dyson their name; but how regard for these Rose in his mind, or why they seem’d to please, Or by what ways, what virtues—not a cause Can we assign, for Fancy has no laws; But, as the Captain show’d them such respect, We will not treat the Dysons with neglect. Their Father died, while yet engaged by trade To make a fortune that was never made, But to his children taught; for he would say “I place them—all I can—in Fortune’s way.” 110 James was his first-born; when his father died, He, in their large domain, the place supplied, And found, as to the Dysons all appear’d, Affairs less gloomy than their sire had fear’d; But then, if rich or poor, all now agree, Frugal and careful James must wealthy be: And, wealth in wedlock sought, he married soon,