A
Letter
for
my
Son
to
one
of
his
School-fellows
,
Son
to
Henry
Rose
,
Esq
;
Dear
Rose
,
as
I
lately
was
writing
some
Verse
,
Which
I
next
Day
intended
in
School
to
rehearse
,
My
Mother
came
in
,
and
I
thought
she'd
run
wild
:
"
This
Mr.
Macmullen
has
ruin'd
my
Child
:
"
He
uses
me
ill
,
and
the
World
shall
know
it
;
"
I
sent
you
to
Latin
,
he
makes
you
a
Poet
:
"
A
fine
Way
of
training
a
Shop
keeper's
Son
!
"
'Twould
better
become
him
to
teach
you
to
dun
:
"
Let
him
teach
both
his
Wit
,
and
his
Rhyming
,
to
Rose
;
"
And
give
you
some
Lessons
,
to
help
to
sell
Cloaths
:
"
He'll
have
an
Estate
,
and
'twill
do
very
well
,
"
That
he
,
like
his
Father
,
in
Arts
should
excel
;
"
But
for
you
,
if
your
Father
will
take
my
Advice
,
"
He'll
send
you
no
more
,
till
he
lowers
his
Price
:
"
A
Guinea
a
Quarter
!
'tis
monstrously
dear
!
—
"
You
might
learn
to
dance
for
four
Guineas
a
Year
:
"
Then
,
Sir
,
tell
your
Master
,
That
these
are
hard
Times
;
"
And
Paper's
too
dear
to
be
wasted
in
Rhymes
:
"
I'll
teach
you
a
Way
of
employing
it
better
;
"
As
,
July
the
fifteenth
,
Lord
Levington
Debtor
:
"
You
may
rhyme
till
you're
blind
,
what
arises
from
thence
?
"
But
Debtor
and
Creditor
brings
in
the
Pence
:
"
Those
beggarly
Muses
but
come
for
a
Curse
;
"
But
give
me
the
Wit
,
that
puts
Gold
in
the
Purse
.
"
From
what
she
then
told
me
,
I
plainly
discern
,
What
different
Lessons
we
Scholars
must
learn
.
You're
happy
,
dear
Rose
;
for
,
as
far
as
I
find
,
You've
nothing
to
do
,
but
embellish
your
Mind
.
What
different
Tasks
are
assign'd
us
by
Fate
!
'Tis
yours
to
become
,
mine
to
get
an
Estate
.
Then
,
Rose
,
mind
your
Learning
,
whatever
you
do
;
For
I
have
the
easier
Task
of
the
two
.