The man here paused-then loudly for reform He call'd, and hail'd the prospect of the storm; The wholesome blast, the fertilizing floodPeace gain'd by tumult, plenty bought with blood: Sharp means, he own'd; but when the land's disease Asks cure complete, no med'cines are like these. Our Justice now, more led by fear than rage, Saw it in vain with madness to engage; With imps of darkness no man seeks to fight, Knaves to instruct, or set deceivers right: Then as the daring speech denounced these woes, Sick at the soul, the grieving guest arose; Quick on the board his ready cash he threw, And from the daemons to his closet flew : There when secured, he pray'd with earnest zeal, Still it occurr'd that, in a luckless time, And let the wicked triumph at their will; Some years had pass'd, and he perceived his fears Yield to the spirit of his earlier years- Man's harsher feelings did that sight recall. For lo! beneath him fix'd, our man of law That lawless man the foe of order saw; That all they wish'd these patriot-souls might Once fear'd, now scorn'd; once dreaded, feel; now abhorr'd ; 'Let them to France, their darling country, A wordy man, and evil every word : Again he gazed-' It is,' said he,' the same; Caught and secure his master owes him shame : > So thought our hero, who each instant found There he sits upright in his seat, secure, Nor wonder was it if so strange a sight Caused joy with vengeance, terror with delight: Terror like this a tiger might create, Hammond, much praised by numerous To read his lectures, so admired at home; 'I will not speak,' he thought; 'no pearls of mine Shall be presented to this herd of swine;' He, at that time, enjoy'd a stranger's fright; With exultation he could not suppress; With friendly smile, to still his growing fear; Of priests and deacons, so they seem❜d below; He wonder'd who his right-hand man might be Vicar of Holt cum Uppingham was he; And who the man of that dark frown possess'd Rector of Bradley and of Barton-west; 'A pluralist,' he growl'd-but check'd the word, That warfare might not, by his zeal, be stirr'd. But now began the man above to show Fierce looks and threat'nings to the man below: Who had some thoughts his peace by flight to seek But how then lecture, if he dared not speak!- engage. As a male turkey straggling on the green, When by fierce harriers, terriers, mongrels seen, He feels the insult of the noisy train, And skulks aside, though moved by much disdain ; But when that turkey, at his own barn-door, He moves about, as ship prepared to sail, Where, in its quick'ning colours, vengeance glows; From red to blue the pendant wattles turn, Blue mix'd with red, as matches when they burn; And thus th' intruding snarler to oppose, Urged by enkindling wrath, he gobbling goes. So look'd our hero in his wrath, his cheeks Flush'd with fresh fires and glow'd in tingling streaks; His breath by passion's force awhile restrain'd, Like a stopp'd current, greater force regain'd; So spoke, so look'd he, every eye and ear Were fix'd to view him, or were turn'd to hear. 'My friends, you know me, you can witness all, How, urged by passion, I restrain my gall; And every motive to revenge withstand— Save when I hear abused my native land. 'Is it not known, agreed, confirm'd, confess'd, That of all people, we are govern'd best? We have the force of monarchies; are free, As the most proud republicans can be ; Punctual again the modest rap declared Who had to peers of either kind applied, Had done maturely, and he pledged his word), Wisdom it seem'd for John to turn his view Must with his own be shock'd and mortified; Our poet hurried on, with wish to fly Still he would strive, though painful was the strife, To walk in this appointed road of life; In the dull practice of th' official pen; For all perceived from whence his failure rose, Some grief whose cause he deign'd not to disclose. A soul averse from scenes and works so new, For he conceived that in no distant time The boy would learn to scramble and to climb; He little thought a son, his hope and pride, His favour'd boy, was now a home denied : Yes! while the parent was intent to trace How men in office climb from place to place, By day, by night, o'er moor and heath and hill, Roved the sad youth, with ever-changing will, Of every aid bereft, exposed to every ill. Thus as he sate, absorb'd in all the care And all the hope that anxious fathers share, A friend abruptly to his presence brought, With trembling hand, the subject of his thought; Whom he had found afflicted and subdued By hunger, sorrow, cold, and solitude. Silent he enter'd the forgotten room, As ghostly forms may be conceived to come; With sorrow-shrunken face and hair upright, He look'd dismay, neglect, despair, affright; But, dead to comfort, and on misery thrown, His parent's loss he felt not, nor his own. The good man, struck with horror, cried 225 TALE II. THE PARTING HOUR have loved, I did not take my leave of him, but had | Their years and woes, although they long Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him How I would think on him, at certain hours, Such thoughts and such; ... or ere I could' Give him that parting kiss, which I had set Betwixt two charming words-comes in my father Cymbeline, Act i, Scene 3. O, grief hath changed mesince yousaw me last, And careful hours with Time's deformed hand Have written strange defeatures in my face. Comedy of Errors, Act v, Scene 1. Oh! if thou be'st the same Aegeon, speak, And speak unto the same Aemilia. Comedy of Errors, Act v, Scene 1. I ran it through, ev'n from my boyish days To the very moment that he bade me tell it, Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents, by flood, and field; .. Of being taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery. Othello, Act i, Scene 3. An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity. Henry VIII, Activ, Scene 2. MINUTELY trace man's life; year after year, Through all his days let all his deeds appear, And then, though some may in that life be strange, Yet there appears no vast nor sudden change: The links that bind those various deeds are seen, And no mysterious void is left between. But let these binding links be all destroy'd, All that through years he suffer'd or enjoy'd; Let that vast gap be made, and then beholdThis was the youth, and he is thus when old; Then we at once the work of Time survey, And in an instant see a life's decay; Pain mix'd with pity in our bosoms rise, And sorrow takes new sadness from surprise. Beneath yon tree, observe an ancient pairA sleeping man; a woman in her chair, Watching his looks with kind and pensive air; No wife, nor sister she, nor is the name Nor kindred of this friendly pair the same; Yet so allied are they, that few can feel Her constant, warm, unwearied, anxious zeal; Keep their good name and conduct unreproved; Thus life's small comforts they together share, And while life lingers for the grave prepare. No other subjects on their spirits press, Nor gain such int'rest as the past distress Grievous events that from the mem'ry drive Life's common cares, and those alone survive, Mix with each thought, in every action share, Darken each dream, and blend with every prayer. To David Booth, his fourth and last-born boy, Allen his name, was more than common joy; And as the child grew up, there seem'd in him A more than common life in every limb; They at an infant-school together play'd, fears; Each heart was anxious, till it could impart Whilst yet a boy, when other minds are void, Domestic thoughts young Allen's hours employ'd ; Judith in gaining hearts had no concern, Rather intent the matron's part to learn; Thus early prudent and sedate they grew, While lovers, thoughtful-and though children, true. Still should the father hear that I regret The son he loved, and his last duties paid. And, Heav'n be praised, I've not a genius left: No one among ye, sons! is doom'd to live On high-raised hopes of what the great may give; None, with exalted views and fortunes mean, TALE VI. THE FRANK COURTSHIP Yes, faith, it is my cousin's duty to make | curtsy, and say, Father, as it please you'; but yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy, and say, Father, as it please me.' Much Ado about Nothing, Act ii, Scene 1. truth. He cannot flatter, he! An honest mind and plain-he must speak King Lear, Act ii, Scene 2. God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another; you jig, you amble, and you lisp and you nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. Hamlet, Act iii, Scene 1. What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true? Stand I condemn'd for pride and scorn so much? Much Ado about Nothing, Act iii, Scene 1. GRAVE Jonas Kindred, Sybil Kindred's sire, Was six feet high, and look'd six inches higher; Erect, morose, determined, solemn, slow, Who knew the man, could never cease to know; His faithful spouse, when Jonas was not by, And Jonas ruled unquestion'd and alone. He read, and oft would quote the sacred words, How pious husbands of their wives were lords; Sarah called Abraham lord! and who could be, So Jonas thought, a greater man than he? Himself he view'd with undisguised respect, And never pardon'd freedom or neglect. They had one daughter, and this favourite child Had oft the father of his spleen beguiled; When contradiction is not held a crime; Peace in the sober house of Jonas dwelt, Where each his duty and his station felt: Yet not that peace some favour'd mortals find, In equal views and harmony of mind; Not the soft peace that blesses those who love, Where all with one consent in union move; But it was that which one superior will Commands, by making all inferiors still; Who bids all murmurs, all objections cease, And with imperious voice announces-Peace! They were, to wit, a remnant of that crew, Who, as their foes maintain, their sovereign slew; Who ever married in the kindred sect: met, They mourn'd that saints* were not our rulers yet. Fix'd were their habits; they arose betimes, Then pray'd their hour, and sang their partyrhymes : The trade of Jonas brought him constant gain; Their meals were plenteous, regular, and plain; *This appellation is here not used ironically, designate a morosely devout people, with pecunor with malignity; but it is taken merely to liar austerity of manners. |