Alms and contempt, and shame and scorn to bear; Whom Law condemns, and Justice, with a sigh, Pursuing, shakes her sword and passes by.— If to the prison we should these commit, They for the gallows will be render’d fit. But James had virtues—was esteem’d as one Whom men look’d up to, and relied upon. Kind to his equals, social when they met— If out of spirits, always out of debt; True to his promise, he a lie disdain’d, 190 And e’en when tempted in his trade, refrain’d; Frugal he was, and loved the cash to spare, Gain’d by much skill, and nursed by constant care; Yet liked the social board, and when he spoke, Some hail’d his wisdom, some enjoy’d his joke. To him a Brother look’d as one to whom, If fortune frown’d, he might in trouble come; His Sisters view’d the important man with awe, As if a parent in his place they saw: All lived in Love; none sought their private ends: 200 The Dysons were a Family of Friends. His brother David was a studious boy, Yet could his sports as well as books enjoy. E’en when a boy, he was not quickly read, If by the heart you judged him, or the head. His father thought he was decreed to shine, And be in time an eminent Divine; But if he ever to the Church inclined, It is too certain that he changed his mind. He spoke of scruples; but who knew him best 210 Affirm’d, no scruples broke on David’s rest. Physic and Law were each in turn proposed, He weigh’d them nicely, and with Physic closed. He had a serious air, a smooth address, And a firm spirit that ensured success. He watched his brethren of the time, how they Rose into fame, that he might choose his way. Some, he observed, a kind of roughness used, And now their patients banter’d, now abused: The awe-struck people were at once dismay’d, 220 As if they begg’d the advice for which they paid. There are who hold that no disease is slight, Who magnify the foe with whom they fight. The sick was told that his was that disease But rarely known on mortal frame to seize; Which only skill profound, and full command Of all the powers in nature could withstand. Then, if he lived, what fame the conquest gave! And if he died—“No human power could save!” Mere fortune sometimes, and a lucky case, 230 Will make a man the idol of a place— Who last, advice to some fair duchess gave, Or snatch’d a widow’s darling from the grave, Him first she honours of the lucky tribe, Fills him with praise, and woos him to prescribe. In his own chariot soon he rattles on, And half believes the lies that built him one. But not of these was David: care and pain, And studious toil prepar’d his way to gain. At first observed, then trusted, he became 240 At length respected, and acquired a name. Keen, close, attentive, he could read mankind, The feeble body, and the failing mind; And if his heart remain’d untouch’d, his eyes,