But James refused those angry looks to meet, Now dreads the uncle, and proclaims his dread, Lest the boy-priest should turn each rustic head; The certain converts cost him certain wo, The doubtful fear lest they should join the foe: Matrons of old, with whom he used to joke, Now pass his Honour with a pious look; Lasses, who met him once with lively airs, Now cross his way, and gravely walk to prayers: An old companion, whom he long has loved, By coward fears confess'd his conscience moved; As the third bottle gave its spirit forth, And they bore witness to departed worth, The friend arose, and he too would depart :'Man,' said the 'squire,' thou wert not wont to start; Hast thou attended to that foolish boy, Who would abridge all comforts, or destroy?' Yes, he had listen'd, who had slumber'd long, And was convinced that something must be wrong: But, though affected, still his yielding heart, And craving palate, took the uncle's part; Wine now oppress'd him, who, when free from wine, The 'squire he honour'd, and, for his poor part, He honour'd learning, and he would confess For them sufficient-but he said before,That truth was truth, and he would drink no more.' This heard the 'squire with mix'd contempt and pain; He fear'd the priest this recreant sot would gain. The favourite nymph, though not a convert made, Conceived the man she scorn'd her cause would aid; And when the spirits of her lord were low, The lass presumed the wicked cause to show: 'It was the wretched life his Honour led, And would draw vengeance on his guilty head; Their loves (Heav'n knew how dreadfully distress'd The thought had made her!) were as yet unbless'd: And till the church had sanction'd '--Here she saw The wrath that forced her trembling to withdraw. Add to these outward ills, some inward light, That show'd him all was not correct and right: Though now he less indulged-and to the poor, From day to day, sent alms from door to door; Though he some ease from easy virtues found, Yet conscience told him he could not com pound; But must himself the darling sin deny, Change the whole heart-but here a heavy sigh Proclaim'd, 'How vast the toil! and ah! how weak am I!' James too has trouble-he divided sees A parish, once harmonious and at ease: With him united are the simply meek, The warm, the sad, the nervous, and the weak; The rest his uncle's, save the few beside, Who own no doctrine, and obey no guide; With stragglers of each adverse camp, who lend Grieved, yet compell'd to smile, he finds it hard Against the blunders of conceit to guard; And give to Scorn her poison and her sting. TALE XVI. THE CONFIDANT Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy, And given my treasures and my rights of thee Measure for Measure, Act ii, Scene 2. ANNA was young and lovely-in her eye The liveliest tints her youthful face disclosed; There beauty sparkled, and there health reposed; For the pure blood that flush'd that rosy cheek Spoke what the heart forbad the tongue to speak; And told the feelings of that heart as well, Nay, with more candour than the tongue could tell: Though this fair lass had with the wealthy dwelt, Yet like the damsel of the cot she felt; In one whose looks were with such meaning fraught: For on a lady, as an humble friend, Her duties here were of the usual kind And some the body harass'd, some the mind: These with the various duties of her place, With pensive soul she read life's future page, When wonders from the passing hour may There dwelt a yeoman in the place, whose Was gentle, generous, cultivated, kind; 'I shall not suit, nor will the meaner me: ' Love raised his pity for her humble state, But whence, so please you, came a lass so 'A placeman's child was Anna, one who And left a widow by afflictions tried; When the earl's folly caused the lass to flee; Yet, e'en with me protection is not peace, A fact important to be now confess'd; came, An Irish captain, Sedley was his name; On love, delightful theme! the captain dwelt With this poor prospect the deluded maid, 'Yes! my soul's sister, my Eliza, come, 'Tis a fool's wish,' the angry father cried, And reason now brought trouble and alarm: 'Should her Eliza-no! she was too just, Too good and kind-but ah! too young to trust.' Anna return'd, her former place resumed, And faded beauty with new grace re-bloom'd; And if some whispers of the past were heard, They died innoxious, as no cause appear'd; But other cares on Anna's bosom press'd, She saw her father gloomy and distress'd; He died o'erwhelm'd with debt, and soon was shed The filial sorrow o'er a mother dead: She sought Eliza's arms, that faithful friend was wed; Then was compassion by the countess shown, And all th' adventures of her life are known. And now beyond her hopes-no longer tried By slavish awe-she lived a yeoman's bride; Then bless'd her lot, and with a grateful mind Was careful, cheerful, vigilant, and kind: The gentle husband felt supreme delight, Bless'd by her joy, and happy in her sight; He saw with pride in every friend and guest High admiration and regard express'd: With greater pride, and with superior joy, He look'd exulting on his first-born boy; To her fond breast the wife her infant strain'd, Some feelings utter'd, some were not explain'd; And she enraptured with her treasure grew, The sight familiar, but the pleasure new. Yet there appear'd within that tranquil Some threat'ning prospect of uncertain fate; Who can discover what that friend will hide; Who knew the fact, knew not my name or state, Who these can tell cannot the fact relate; But thou, Eliza, canst the whole impart, And all my safety is thy generous heart.' Mix'd with these fears-but light and transient these Fled years of peace, prosperity, and ease; So tranquil all that scarce a gloomy day For days of gloom unmix'd prepared the way: One eve, the wife, still happy in her state, Sang gaily, thoughtless of approaching fate; Then came a letter, that (received in dread Not unobserved) she in confusion read; The substance this- Her friend rejoiced to find That she had riches with a grateful mind; While poor Eliza had from place to place Been lured by hope to labour for disgrace; That every scheme her wandering husband tried, Pain'd while he lived, and perish'd when he died.' She then of want in angry style complain'd, Her child a burthen to her life remain'd, Her kindred shunn'd her prayers, no friend her soul sustain'd. 'Yet why neglected? Dearest Anna knew Her worth once tried, her friendship ever true; She hoped, she trusted, though by wants oppress'd, To lock the treasured secret in her breast; The letter shown, he said, with sober smileAnna, your friend has not a friendly style: Say, where could you with this fair lady dwell, Who boasts of secrets that she scorns to tell? 'At school,' she answer'd: heat school! ' replied; Nay, then I know the secrets you would hide: Some longings these, without dispute, Some youthful gaspings for forbidden fruit: Why so disorder'd, love? are such the crimes, That give us sorrow in our graver times? Come, take a present for your friend, and rest In perfect peace-you find you are confess'd.' This cloud, though past, alarm'd the con scious wife, Presaging gloom and sorrow for her life; Let her direct-and then she named a friend : Few were her peaceful days till Anna read The words she dreaded, and had cause to dread : 'Did she believe, did she, unkind, suppose That thus Eliza's friendship was to close? No! though she tried, and her desire was plain, To break the friendly bond, she strove in vain: A day deferr'd was yet a day to come; Presents she sent, and made a strong appeal And promised all that prudence could afford. That the fond man determined to be blind. She with her child a life of terrors led, While she was placed in doubt,in fear,in want, Despair and terror seized the wife, to find The artful workings of a vulgar mind: Money she had not, but the hint of dress Taught her new bribes, new terrors to redress: She with such feeling then described her woes, That envy's self might on the view repose; Then to a mother's pains she made appeal, And painted grief like one compell'd to feel. Yes! so she felt, that in her air, her face, In every purpose, and in every place; In her slow motion, in her languid mien, The grief, the sickness of her soul were seen Of some mysterious ill the husband sure, Desired to trace it, for he hoped to cure; Something he knew obscurely, and had seen His wife attend a cottage on the green; Love, loth to wound, endured conjecture long, Till fear would speak, and spoke in language strong. 'All I must know, my Anna-truly know Whence these emotions, terrors, troubles flow; Give me thy grief, and I will fairly prove Mine is no selfish, no ungenerous love.' Now Anna's soul the seat of strife became, Fear with respect contended, love with shame; But fear prevailing was the ruling guide, Prescribing what to show and what to hide. It is my friend,' she said—but why disclose A woman's weakness struggling with her woes? Yes, she has grieved me by her fond complaints, The wrongs she suffers, the distress she paints: The husband doubted; he was kind but cool: 'Tis a strong friendship to arise at school; Once more then, love, once more the sufferer aid, I too can pity, but I must upbraid; |