Reserved for burning is the worthless tree;
And what, O Abel! is reserved for thee?"
These angry words our hero deeply felt,
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Though hard his heart, and indisposed to melt!
To gain relief he took a glass the more,
And, then went on as careless as before;
Thenceforth, uncheck'd, amusements he partook,
And (save his ledger) saw no decent book;
Him found the merchant punctual at his task,