’Twas soon determined - He could not descend
To pedant-laws and lectures without end;
And then the chapel - night and morn to pray,
Or mulct and threaten’d if he kept away;
No! not to be a bishop - so he swore,
And at his college he was seen no more.
His debts all paid, the father, with a sigh,
Placed him in office - “Do, my Frederick, try:
Confine thyself a few short months and then -”
He tried a fortnight, and threw down the pen.