You know my station, what on me depends, For ever needed-but we part as friends; And here comes one who will the whole explain, My better self-and we shall meet again." "Sir, I entreat". "Then be entreaty made To her, a woman, one you may persuade; A little teasing, but she will comply, And loves her niece too fondly to deny." "O! he is mad, and miserable I!" Exclaim'd the youth; "But let me now collect My scatter'd thoughts, I something must effect." 'Hurrying she came-" Now, what has he confess'd, Ere I could come to set your heart at rest? What! he has grieved you! Yet he, too, approves The thing but man will tease you, if he loves. "But now for business: tell me, did you think That we should always at your meetings wink? Think you, you walk'd unseen? There are who bring To me all secrets-O, you wicked thing! "Poor Fanny! now I think I see her blush, All red and rosy, when I beat the bush; And hide your secret, said I, if you dare! So out it came, like an affrighten'd hare. ""Miss! said I gravely; and the trembling maid Pleased me at heart to see her so afraid; I know, at least I fear, the best may err, But keep the by-walks of your life from her : That youth should stray is nothing to be told, When they have sanction in thegrave and old, Who have no call to wander and transgress, But very love of change and wantonness. "I prattle idly, while your letters wait, And then my lord has much that he would state, All good to you-do clear that clouded face, And with good looks your lucky lot embrace. Now, mind that none with her divide your 6.66 heart, For she would die ere lose the smallest part; And I rejoice that all has gone so well, For who th' effect of Johnson's rage can tell? He had his fears when you began to meet, But I assured him there was no deceit : He is a man who kindness will requite, Come, read your letters-I must now be gone, soul Dismay'd and sunk, his thoughts beyond control; And then, that instant, there appear'd the By his sad looks in her reproach dismay'd; more Than all her pleading tenderness before. 'In that weak moment, when disdain and pride, And fear and fondness, drew, the man aside, Borne on by terror, he foreboding read And honour fled; but still he spoke of love, "That evening all in fond discourse was spent, When the sad lover to his chamber went, To think on what had past, to grieve and to repent: him stay, Warn'd as he was! beyond the present day, “Unjust and cruel, insolent and proud!" vex; Thou wouldst not thus to vile report give ear, Early he rose, and look'd with many a sigh Where the rough wind alone was heard to move, In this, the pause of nature and of love, the old, Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold— And near the bean-sheaf stood, the harvest And slowly blacken'd in the sickly sun; lord Soon made the father of the youth accord; His prudence half resisted, half obey'd, And scorn kept still the guardians of the maid: Cecilia never on the subject spoke, She seem'd as one who from a dream awoke; The most repining of repenting men; And his affections in her languor freeze; "Fool! to be taken by a rosy cheek, And eyes that cease to sparkle or to speak; Fool! for this child my freedom to resign, When one the glory of her sex was mine; While from this burthen to my soul I hide, To think what Fate has dealt, and what denied. "What fiend possess'd me when I tamely gave My forced assent to be an idiot's slave? Doleful she sits, her children at her knees, And gives up all her feeble powers to please; Whom I, unmoved, or moved with scorn, behold, Melting as ice, as vapid and as cold." 'Such was his fate, and he must yet endure The self-contempt that no self-love can cure: Some business call'd him to a wealthy town When unprepared for more than Fortune's frown; There at a house he gave his luckless name, But look'd around, as if retreat to seek: That seem'd to say, "Unhappy man, adieu !" 'Thus will it be when man permits a vice First to invade his heart, and then entice; When wishes vain and undefined arise, And that weak heart deceive, seduce, surprise ; When evil Fortune works on Folly's side, And rash Resentment adds a spur to Pride; Then life's long troubles from those actions come, In which a moment may decide our doom.' BOOK XIV. THE NATURAL DEATH OF LOVE RICHARD one month had with his brother been, The Rector of the Parish-His Manner of teaching Of living-Richard's Correspondence The Letters received-Love that And had his guests, his friends, his favourites survives Marriage That dies in con seen; sequence-That is permitted to die for Had heard the rector, who with decent force, Want of Care-Henry and Emma, a Dialogue-Complaints on either Side-And But not of action, aided his discourse: cried; He smiled, but nothing of the fact denied, Nor, save by his fair life, to charge so strong replied. Still, though he bade them not on aught rely That was their own, but all their worth deny, They call'd his pure advice his cold morality; And though he felt that earnestness and zeal, That made some portion of his hearers feel, Nay, though he loved the minds of men to lead To the great points that form the Christian's creed, Still he offended, for he would discuss Points that to him seem'd requisite for us; Of truths by him so sturdily maintain'd, That some confusion in the parish reign'd; Heathens,' they said, ' can tell us right from wrong, But to a Christian higher points belong.' Yet Jacques proceeded, void of fear and shame, In his old method, and obtain'd the name Not as their guide, indeed, but as their friend: But to convince them that they now were right, And to assert that justice will condemn Him Richard heard, and by his friendly aid Love reads unsated all that love inspires, When most indulged, indulgence still requires; Look what the corners, what the crossings tell, And lifts each folding for a fond farewell. George saw and smiled-'To lovers we allow All this o'erflowing, but a husband thou! A father too; can time create no change? Married, and still so foolish ?—very strange! What of this wife or mistress is the art? '— 'The simple truth, my brother, to impart, Her heart, whene'er she writes, feels writing to a heart.' 'Fortune, dear Richard, is thy friend-a wife Like thine must soften every care of life, And all its woes-I know a pair, whose lives Run in the common track of men and wives; And half their worth, at least, this pair would give Could they like thee and thy Matilda live. 'They were, as lovers, of the fondest kind, With no defects in manner or in mind; In habit, temper, prudence, they were those Whom, as examples, I could once propose; Now this, when married, you no longer trace, But discontent and sorrow in the place: Their pictures, taken as the pair I saw In a late contest, I have tried to draw; 'Tis but a sketch, and at my idle time I put my couple in the garb of rhyme : Thou art a critic of the milder sort, And thou wilt judge with favour my report. Let me premise, twelve months have flown away, Swiftly or sadly, since the happy day. 'Let us suppose the couple left to spend Some hours without engagement or a friend; And be it likewise on our mind impress'd, They pass for persons happy and at rest; Their love by Hymen crown'd, and all their prospects bless'd. 'Love has slow death and sudden: wretches prove That fate severe-the sudden death of love; The natural death; but doubtless there are some Who struggle hard, when they perceive it come; HENRY AND EMMA. E. Well, my good sir, I shall contend no more; But, O the vows you made, the oaths you swore H. To love you always :-I confess it true; And do I not? If not, what can I do? Moreover think what you yourself profess'd, And then the subject may for ever rest. E. Yes, sir, obedience I profess'd; I know My debt, and wish to pay you all I owe, Pay without murmur; but that vow was made To you, who said it never should be paid ;Now truly tell me why you took such care To make me err? I ask'd you not to swear, But rather hoped you would my mind direct, And say, when married, what you would expect. You may remember-it is not so long Since you affirm'd that I could not be wrong; I told you then-you recollect, I told The very truth--that humour would not hold ; Not that I thought, or ever could suppose, The mighty raptures were so soon to closePoetic flights of love all sunk in sullen prose. Do you remember how you used to hang Upon my looks? your transports when I sang? I play'd-you melted into tears; I movedVoice, words, and motion, how you all approved; E. O that is now so cool, and with a smile That sharpens insult-I detest the style; And, now I talk of styles, with what delight You read my lines-I then, it seems, could write: In short, when I was present you could see But one dear object, and you lived for me; And now, sir, what your pleasure? Let me dress, Sing, speak, or write, and you your sense express Of my poor taste-my words are not correct; In all I do is failing or defect Some error you will seek, some blunder will detect; And what can such dissatisfaction prove? When all around them gay or glorious seem'd, And of bright views and ceaseless joys they dream'd; Young love and infant life no more could give- They said but half, when they exclaim'd, 'We live!' All was so light, so lovely, so serene, Such was our fate, my charmer! we were found A wandering pair, by roguish Cupid bound; There was that purple light of love, that bloom, That ardent passions in their growth assume, That pure enjoyment of the soul-O! weak A time when Emma reign'd, a time when Are words such loves and glowing thoughts to Henry loved : You recollect? H. Yes, surely; and then why The needless truths? do I the facts deny? For this remonstrance I can see no need, Or this impatience-if you do, proceed. speak! I sought to praise thee, and I felt disdain light All loved of thee grew lovely in my sight; |