removed. 
Then by what name th’ unwelcome guest to call
Was long a question, and it posed them all;
For he who lent it to a babe unknown,
Censorious men might take it for his own: 
They look’d about, they gravely spoke to all,
And not one Richard answer’d to the call. 
Next they inquired the day, when, passing by,
Th’ unlucky peasant heard the stranger’s cry: 
This known,—­how food and raiment they might give
Was next debated—­for the rogue would live;
At last, with all their words and work content,
Back to their homes the prudent vestry went,
And Richard Monday to the workhouse sent. 
There was he pinched and pitied, thump’d and fed,
And duly took his beatings and his bread;
Patient in all control, in all abuse,
He found contempt and kicking have their use: 
Sad, silent, supple; bending to the blow,
A slave of slaves, the lowest of the low;
His pliant soul gave way to all things base,
He knew no shame, he dreaded no disgrace. 
It seem’d, so well his passions he suppress’d,
No feeling stirr’d his ever-torpid breast;
Him might the meanest pauper bruise and cheat,
He was a footstool for the beggar’s feet;
His were the legs that ran at all commands;
They used on all occasions Richard’s hands: 
His very soul was not his own; he stole
As others order’d, and without a dole;
In all disputes, on either part he lied,
And freely pledged his oath on either side;
In all rebellions Richard joined the rest,
In all detections Richard first confess’d;
Yet, though disgraced, he watched his time so well,
He rose in favour when in fame he fell;
Base was his usage, vile his whole employ,
And all despised and fed the pliant boy. 
At length “’Tis time he should abroad be sent,”
Was whispered near him,—­and abroad he went;
One morn they call’d him, Richard answer’d not;
They deem’d him hanging, and in time forgot, —
Yet miss’d him long, as each throughout the clan
Found he “had better spared a better man.” 
Now Richard’s talents for the world were fit,
He’d no small cunning, and had some small wit;
Had that calm look which seem’d to all assent,
And that complacent speech which nothing meant: 
He’d but one care, and that he strove to hide —
How best for Richard Monday to provide. 
Steel, through opposing plates, the magnet draws,
And steely atoms culls from dust and straws;
And thus our hero, to his interest true,
Gold through all bars and from each trifle drew;
But still more surely round the world to go,
This fortune’s child had neither friend nor foe. 
Long lost to us, at last our man we trace, —
“Sir Richard Monday died at Monday Place:” 
His lady’s worth, his daughter’s, we peruse,
And find his grandsons all as rich as Jews: 
He gave reforming charities a sum,
And bought the blessings of the blind and dumb;
Bequeathed to missions money from the stocks,