'What! thou hast learn'd my fortune ?yes, I live To feel how poor the comforts wealth can give; Thou too perhaps art wealthy; but our fate Still mocks our wishes, wealth is come too late.' 'To me nor late nor early; I am come 'This talk to one so wither'd and decay'd? Rupert's spouse; The chance is mine to take, and thine to give ; I find thee pious-let me find thee true.' Ah! cruel this; but do, my friend, depart; And to its feelings leave my wounded heart.' 'Nay, speak at once; and Dinah, let me know, Mean'st thou to take me, now I'm wreck'd, in tow? Be fair; nor longer keep me in the dark; Am I forsaken for a trimmer spark? Heav'n's spouse thou art not; nor can I believe That God accepts her who will man deceive: True I am shatter'd, I have service seen, And service done, and have in trouble been; My cheek (it shames me not) has lost its red, And the brown buff is o'er my features spread; Perchance my speech is rude; for I among Th' untamed have been, in temper and in tongue; Give way to weakness, and with passion cry; Here Dinah sigh'd as if afraid to speakAnd then repeated-' They were frail and weak; His soul she loved, and hoped he had the grace To fix his thoughts upon a better place.' She ceased;-with steady glance, as if to see His best respect were gone, but love had still Proud and indignant, suffering, sick, and Till all he felt in indignation died, In health declining, as in mind distress'd, To some in power his troubles he confess'd, And shares a parish-gift ;-at prayers he sees The pious Dinah dropped upon her knees; Thence as she walks the street with stately air, As chance directs, oft meet the parted pair: When he, with thickset coat of badge-man's blue, Moves near her shaded silk of changeful hue; When his thin locks of grey approach her braid, A costly purchase made in beauty's aid; When his frank air, and his unstudied pace, Are seen with her soft manner, air, and grace, And his plain artless look with her sharp meaning face; It might some wonder in a stranger move, How these together could have talk'd of love. Behold them now!-see there a tradesman stands, 'Had I,' he thinks, 'been wealthier of the two, Would she have found me so unkind, untrue? Or knows not man when poor, what man when rich will do? Yes, yes! I feel that I had faithful proved, And should have soothed and raised her, bless'd and loved.' But Dinah moves-she had observed before And humbly hearkens to some fresh com- The pensive Rupert at an humble door : mands; Some thoughts of pity raised by his distress, He moves to speak, she interrupts him- Some feeling touch of ancient tenderness; Stay,' Her air expresses- Hark! to what I say: Religion, duty urged the maid to speak What were the movements of that subtle Each eye should see her, and each heart mind: How still!-how earnest is he !-it appears His thoughts are wand'ring through his earlier years; Through years of fruitless labour, to the day When all his earthly prospects died away: upbraid; One way remain'd-the way the Levite took, Who without mercy could on misery look ; (A way perceived by craft, approved by pride), She cross'd, and pass'd him on the other side. TALE V. THE PATRON It were all one, That I should love a bright particular star, Cymbeline, Act v, Scene 4. Th' affliction of my mind amends, with which I fear a madness held me. The Tempest, Act v, Scene 1. A BOROUGH-BAILIFF, who to law was train'd, A wife and sons in decent state maintain'd; He had his way in life's rough ocean steer'd, And many a rock and coast of danger clear'd: He saw where others fail'd, and care had he Others in him should not such failings see; His sons in various busy states were placed, And all began the sweets of gain to taste, Save John, the younger; who, of sprightly parts, Felt not a love for money-making arts: In childhood feeble, he, for country air, Of lovers' sufferings and of ladies' wrongs; Of peevish ghosts who came at dark midnight, For breach of promise, guilty men to fright; Love, marriage, murder, were the themes, with these, All that on idle, ardent spirits seize; Robbers at land and pirates on the main, Enchanters foil'd, spells broken, giants slain ; Legends of love, with tales of halls and bowers, Choice of rare songs, and garlands of choice flowers, And all the hungry mind without a choice devours. From village-children kept apart by pride, With such enjoyments, and without a guide, Inspired by feelings all such works infused, John snatch'd a pen, and wrote as he pe rused: With the like fancy he could make his knight Slay half an host and put the rest to flight; With the like knowledge, he could make him Where each indulgence was foreweigh'd with ride From isle to isle at Parthenissa's side; Such were the fruits of John's poetic toil, That friend exclaim'd,' These beauties must appear.' In Magazines they claim'd their share of fame, Though undistinguish'd by their author's name; And with delight the young enthusiast found The muse of Marcus with applauses crown'd. This heard the father, and with some alarm: The boy,' said he, will neither trade nor farm; 6 He for both law and physic is unfit; John kept his terms at college unreproved, And beauty next an ardent lover bless; care, And the grand maxims were to save and spare: Yet in his walks, his closet, and his bed, All frugal cares and prudent counsels fled; And bounteous Fancy, for his glowing mind, Wrought various scenes, and all of glorious kind; Slaves of the ring and lamp! what need of you When Fancy's self such magic deeds can do? Though rapt in visions of no vulgar kind, To common subjects stoop'd our poet's mind; And oft, when wearied with more ardent flight, He felt a spur satiric song to write; A rival burgess his bold muse attack'd, And whipp'd severely for a well-known fact ; For while he seem'd to all demure and shy, Our poet gazed at what was passing by ; And ev'n his father smiled when playful wit, From his young bard, some haughty object hit. From ancient times the borough where they Had mighty contest at elections felt: Our poet's father, at a first request, Then too his praises were in contrast seen, 'A lord as noble as the knight was mean.' 'I much rejoice,' he cried, 'such worth to find; To this the world must be no longer blind : Chatterton.' Our poet's mind, now hurried and elate, That much discretion would the poet need. And invitation to his noble seat. The father ponder'd, doubtful if the brain Of his proud boy such honour could sustain; Pleased with the favours offer'd to a son, But seeing dangers few so ardent shun. Thus, when they parted, to the youthful breast The father's fears were by his love impress'd: won, The poet found he was the bailiff's son. But dinner came, and the succeeding hours Fix'd his weak nerves, and raised his failing powers; Praised and assured, he ventured once or twice On some remark, and bravely broke the ice; Now was the sister of his patron seen- Raised strong emotions in the poet's mind; Rash boy! what hope thy frantic mind invades ? What love confuses, and what pride persuades ? Awake to truth! shouldst thou deluded feed On hopes so groundless, thou art mad indeed. What say'st thou, wise-one? 'that all powerful love 'Can fortune's strong impediments remove; Nor is it strange that worth should wed to worth, The pride of genius with the pride of birth.' While thou art dreaming thus, the beauty spies Love in thy tremor, passion in thine eyes; And with th' amusement pleased, of conquest vain, She seeks her pleasure, careless of thy pain; She gives thee praise to humble and confound, Smiles to ensnare, and flatters thee to wound. Why has she said that in the lowest state The noble mind insures a noble fate? And why thy daring mind to glory call? That thou may'st dare and suffer, soar and - fall. Beauties are tyrants, and if they can reign, They have no feeling for their subjects' pain; Their victim's anguish gives their charms applause, And their chief glory is the woe they cause : Something of this was felt, in spite of love, Which hope, in spite of reason, would remove. Thus lived our youth, with conversation, books, And Lady Emma's soul-subduing looks; Lost in delight, astonish'd at his lot, 'Twas autumn yet, and many a day must On Brandon-Hall, ere went my lord to town; And thus he wrote the counsels of his breast. John, thou'rt a genius; thou hast some pretence, I think, to wit, but hast thou sterling sense? That which, like gold, may through the world go forth, And always pass for what 'tis truly worth? Whereas this genius, like a bill, must take Only the value our opinions make. 'Men famed for wit, of dangerous talents vain, Treat those of common parts with proud disdain ; The powers that wisdom would, improving, hide, Be not a Quixote, ever up in arms 'Leave admonition-let the vicar give Rules how the nobles of his flock should live : Nor take that simple fancy to thy brain, That thou canst cure the wicked and the vain. 'Our Pope, they say, once entertain'd the And brazen front, half earnest, half in jest, please: They blaze abroad with inconsid'rate pride; And rather pleased thyself, than bent to Honour so hurried to the light must fade, The lasting laurels flourish in the shade. 'Genius is jealous; I have heard of some Who, if unnoticed, grew perversely dumb; Nay, different talents would their envy raise; Poets have sicken'd at a dancer's praise; And one, the happiest writer of his time, Grew pale at hearing Reynolds was sublime; That Rutland's duchess wore a heavenly smile And I, said he, neglected all the while! 'A waspish tribe are these, on gilded wings, Humming their lays, and brandishing their stings; And thus they move their friends and foes among, Prepared for soothing or satiric song. 'Hear me, my boy; thou hast a virtuous mind But be thy virtues of the sober kind; Upon thy lord with decent care attend, 'The real favourites of the great are they |