"His first achievements painted him severe,
Because a reformation, needed much,
In discipline and morals, he designed.
His mission was to rule and then to teach,
And well that noble purpose he achieved.
The sluggard did not thank him for his pains
And slip-shod mothers murmured loud and long
Because their children did not love the school
Where all who entered were required to learn.
Yet he was really kind, when kindness could,
Subservient to duty, be employed."
|"Teachers there are, if such deserve the name,
Whose purpose is to profit but themselves.
'Tis theirs to please mammas with phrases soft,
Gentility to serve with bows polite,
And make respected what they feign to teach
By charges wordy as a lawyer's bill
Written on tinted paper, rich in scent."
|"Irvine was made of stouter better stuff,
For whom he could not please he strove to serve.
His love of independence made him scorn
To flatter wealth or bow to vulgar pride.
More pliant and more plastic had he been,
He might have better served his private means,
Have gained preferment, such as flattering finds,
And finished life in affluence and ease."
|"Look at the Heavens," said he "and learn
How yonder sun enlightens all the earth;
How the bright moon diffuses her mild beams
For all mankind, or Christian or Jew.
The God we worship, God of Nature is,
The universal Father, friend to all
Whose love and goodness all his creatures share."
"The time has come when numbers who maligned|
The honest Scotchman, now maintain his worth,
And think with me; 'that take him all in all
We ne'er shall look upon his like again'."