THE rOECE OE AEGUMENT. Though I honour a person who braves Fortune's frown, And sneering at wealth and mere human renown, Eefuses to take, For his conscience's sake, Advantage of any whom vice has cast down. Still, I love him no less if, when cherishing strong, Convictions on any point all his life long. I should suddenly find He has altered his mind And regards those convictions as totally wrong. For the thoughtful observer, who studies mankind, In the course of such studies must frequently find Views constantly reel. Before Logic's appeal. Though their owner for years to the truth has been blind. To show how a person may sometimes relax A stern opposition to Logic's attacks. It may be of use If I now introduce The case of a friend of mine— Mr. Beeswax. Beeswax had an intellect strikingly clear, Except on one subject — the subject of beer ; In Beeswax's eyes, Beer assumed the disguise Of a horrible poison — an object of fear. In vain I expostulate — " Beeswax," I say,