Chapter XVIII—Home-Government.

"Alas! for a thousand fathers, whose indulgent sloth

Hath emptied the vial of confusion over a thousand homes.

Alas! for the palaces and hovels, that might have been nurseries for heaven,

By hot intestine broils blighted into schools for hell;

None knoweth his place, yet all refuse to serve,

None weareth the crown, yet all usurp the scepter;

The mother, heart-stricken years agone, hath dropped into an early grave;