Yet still he took a keen inquiring view went, And social hours in pleasant trifling spent ; He read, conversed and reason'd, sang and play'd, And all were happy while the idler stay'd; But did he love? We answer, day by day, The loving feet would take th' accustom'd way, The amorous eye would rove as if in quest And Anna's charms in tender notes were sung; The ear too seem'd to feel the common flame, Sooth'd and delighted with the fair one's name; And thus as love each other part possess'd, The heart, no doubt, its sovereign power confessed. Pleased in her sight, the youth required no more; Not rich himself, he saw the damsel poor; And he too wisely, nay, too kindly loved, To pain the being whom his soul approved. A serious friend our cautious youth possess'd, And at his table sat a welcome guest; The youthful friend, dissentient, reason'd still Of the soul's prowess, and the subject will; When man's delusions, errors, crimes, deceit, And when she saw the friends, by reasoning long, Confused if right, and positive if wrong, With playful speech and smile, that spoke delight, She made them careless both of wrong and right. This gentle damsel gave consent to wed, With school and school-day dinners in her head: She now was promised choice of daintiest. food, And costly dress, that made her sovereign good; With walks on hilly heath to banish spleen, And summer-visits when the roads were clean. All these she loved, to these she gave consent, And she was married to her heart's content. Their manner this-the friends together read, Till books a cause for disputation bred; Debate then follow'd, and the vapour'd child Declared they argued till her head was wild; And strange to her it was that mortal brain Could seek the trial, or endure the pain. Then as the friend reposed, the younger pair Sat down to cards, and play'd beside his chair Or heard the music of th' obedient bride : Shed a soft beauty, and a dangerous grace. When the young wife beheld in long debate The friends, all careless as she seeming sate; It soon appear'd, there was in one combined The nobler person and the richer mind : He wore no wig, no grisly beard was seen, And none beheld him careless or unclean; Or watch'd him sleeping :-we indeed have heard Of sleeping beauty, and it has appear'd; 'Tis seen in infants-there indeed we find The features soften'd by the slumbering mind; With careless freedom should converse or read, And the friend's absence neither fear nor heed: But rather now they seem'd confused, constrain'd; Within their room still restless they remain'd, And painfully they felt, and knew each other pain'd. Ah! foolish men! how could ye thus depend, One on himself, the other on his friend ? The youth with troubled eye the lady saw, Yet felt too brave, too daring to withdraw; While she, with tuneless hand the jarring keys Touching, was not one moment at her ease: Now would she walk, and call her friendly guide, Now speak of rain and cast her cloak aside; Seize on a book, unconscious what she read, And restless still, to new resources fled; Then laugh'd aloud, then tried to look serene, And ever changed, and every change was seen. Painful it is to dwell on deeds of shameThe trying day was past, another came; The third was all remorse, confusion, dread, And (all too late!) the fallen hero fled. Then felt the youth, in that seducing time, How feebly honour guards the heart from crime: But other beauties, when disposed to sleep, prise, May close her mouth, but not conceal her eyes; Sleep from the fairest face some beauty takes, And all the homely features homelier makes; So thought our wife, beholding with a sigh Her sleeping spouse, and Edward smiling by. A sick relation for the husband sent, Without delay the friendly sceptic went; Nor fear'd the youthful pair, for he had seen The wife untroubled, and the friend serene : No selfish purpose in his roving eyes, No vile deception in her fond replies: So judged the husband, and with judgment true, For neither yet the guilt or danger knew. What now remain'd? but they again should play Th' accustom'd game, and walk th' tom'd way; accus stay, And thou, unhappy! virtuous now no more, Must loss of fame, peace, purity deplore; Sinners with praise will pierce thee to the heart, And saints deriding, tell thee what thou art.' Such was his fall; and Edward, from that time, Felt in full force the censure and the crimeDespised, ashamed; his noble views before, And his proud thoughts, degraded him the more: Should he repent-would that conceal his shame ? Could peace be his? It perish'd with his fame: Himself he scorn'd, nor could his crime forgive; He fear'd to die, yet felt ashamed to live: Grieved, but not contrite was his heart; oppress'd, And from associates pleased to find a friend, With powers to lead them, gladden, and defend, In all those scenes where transient ease is found, For minds whom sins oppress, and sorrows wound. Wine is like anger; for it makes us strong, Blind and impatient, and it leads us wrong; The strength is quickly lost, we feel the error long: Thus led, thus strengthen'd in an evil cause, For folly pleading, sought the youth applause; Sad for a time, then eloquently wild, schemes: Not broken; not converted, but distress'd; How vain man's purpose, how absurd his For faith he had not, or a faith too weak Of mercy-Come! return, thou prodigal; ' Then, though confused, distress'd, ashamed, afraid, Still had the trembling penitent obey'd; Though faith had fainted, when assail'd by fear, Hope to the soul had whisper'd, ' Persevere !' Till in his Father's house an humbled guest, He would have found forgiveness, comfort, rest. But all this joy was to our youth denied By his fierce passions and his daring pride; And shame and doubt impell'd him in a course, Once so abhorr'd, with unresisted force. Proud minds and guilty, whom their crimes oppress, Fly to new crimes for comfort and redress; 'Whatever is, was ere our birth decreed ; Such were the notions of a mind to ill Shall I proceed, and step by step relate The odious progress of a sinner's fate? No-let me rather hasten to the time (Sure to arrive) when misery waits on crime. With virtue, prudence fled; what Shore possess'd Was sold, was spent, and he was now distress'd : Retiring late, at early hour to rise, With shrunken features, and with bloodshot eyes: If sleep one moment closed the dismal view, That baffled pleasure, and that mock'd repose; Till to despair and anguish was consign'd Now seized for debt, and lodged within a jail, He tried his friendships, and he found them fail; To playful folly, and to causeless joy, He drew fantastic figures on the wall, Harmless at length th' unhappy man was found, The spirit settled, but the reason drown'd; And now his freedom he attain'd-if free, The lost to reason, truth, and hope, can be; Then fail'd his spirits, and his thoughts were His friends, or wearied with the charge, or sure The harmless wretch was now beyond a cure, Gave him to wander where he pleased, and find His own resources for the eager mind; In all they need, his stronger arm he lends, had loved, Is now with mild religious pity moved; His clouded mind, and for a time persuade : And starts, half-conscious, at the falling tear. Rarely from town, nor then unwatch'd, he 281 TALE XII. 'SQUIRE THOMAS; OR, Such smiling rogues as these, King Lear, Act ii, Scene 2. Richard III, Act ii, Scene 2. If I do not take pity of her, I am a villain; if I do not love her, I am a Jew. less. Much Ado about Nothing, Act ii, Scene 3. me; 'SQUIRE THOMAS flatter'd long a wealthy aunt, And he was pain'd to see a rival near ; 'They taught you nothing; are you not, at Said the proud dame, ' a trifler, and a jest? Confess you are a fool!'-he bow'd and he confess'd. There was a female, who had courted long Her cousin's gifts, and deeply felt the wrong; By a vain boy forbidden to attend The private counsels of her wealthy friend, She vow'd revenge, nor should that crafty boy In triumph undisturb'd his spoils enjoy; He heard, he smiled, and when the will was read, Kindly dismiss'd the kindred of the dead; 'The dear deceased,' he call'd her, and the crowd Moved off with curses deep and threat'nings loud. This vex'd him much, but could not always To pay for beauty the accustom'd price, last: The dame is buried, and the trial past. No less forbore t' address the humbler maid, |