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Our farmers round, well pleased with con-| Both live by Heaven's free gale, that plays stant gain,

aloud Like other farmers, flourish and complain, In the stretch'd canvas and the piping shroud; These are our groups; our portraits next The rash of winds, the flapping sails above,

appear,

And rattling planks within, are sounds we And close our exhibition for the year.

love; Calms are our dread; when tempests plough

the deep,

We take a reef, and to the rocking sleep. With evil omen we that year begin : Ha! quoth the Miller, moved at speech A Child of Shame, stern Justice adds, of

80 rash, Sin,

Art thou like me ? then where thy notes Is first recorded ;-I would hide the deed,

and cash? But vain the wish; I sigh and I proceed: Away to Wapping, and a wife command, And could I well th' instructive truth convey, With all thy wealth, a guinea, in thine ?Twould warn the giddy and awake the gay.

hand; Of all the nymphs who gave our village There with thy messmates quaff the muddy grace,

cheer, The Miller's daughter had the fairest face: And leave my Lucy for thy betters here. Proud was the Miller; money was his pride; Revenge! revenge! the angry lover cried, He rode to market, as our farmers ride, Then sought the nymph, and: Be thou now And 'twas his boast, inspired by spirits, there, His favourite Lucy should be rich as fair; Bride had she been, but they no priest could But she must meek and still obedient prove, And not presume, without his leave, to love. To bind in law the couple bound by love. A youthful Sailor heard him ;-Ha! quoth What sought these lovers then by day, by he,

night? This Miller's maiden is a prize for me; But stolen moments of disturb’d delight; Her charms I love, his riches I desire, Soft trembling tumults,terrors dearly prized, And all his threats but fan the kindling fire ; Transports that pain’d, and joys that agoMy ebbing purse no more the foe shall fill,

nized : But Love's kind act and Lucy at the mill. Till the fond damsel, pleased with lad so trim, Thus thought the youth, and soon the chase Awed by her parent, and enticed by him,

began,

Her lovely form from savage power to save, Stretch'd all his sail, nor thought of pause Gave-not her hand—but all she could, she or plan:

gave. His trusty staff in his bold hand he took, Then came the day of shame, the grievLike him and like his frigate, Heart of Oak;

ous night, Fresh were his features, his attire was new; The varying look, the wandering appetite; Clean was his linen, and his jacket blue: The joy assumed, while sorrow dimm'd the Of finest jean his trowsers, tight and trim,

eyes, Brush'd the large buckle at the silver rim. The forced sad smiles that follow'd sudden He soon arrived, he traced the village

sighs; green,

And every art, long used, but nsed in vain. There saw the maid, and was with pleasure To hide thy progress, Nature, and thy pain.

seen;

Too eager caution shows some danger's Then talk'd of love, till Lucy's yielding heart

near, Confess'd 'twas painful, though 'twas right, The bully's bluster proves the coward's fear;

to part:

His sober step the drunkard vainly tries, For ah! my father has a haughty soul; And nymphs expose the failings they disguise, Whom best he loves, he loves but to control; First, whispering gossips were in parties Me to some churl in bargain he'll consign,

seen; And make some tyrant of the parish mine: Then louder Scandal walk’d the village Cold is his heart, and he with looks severe

green; Has often forced but never shed the tear; Next babbling Folly told the growing ill, Save, when my mother died, some drops And busy Malice dropp'd it at the mill.

express'd

Go! to thy curse and mine, the Father said, A kind of sorrow for a wife at rest:- Strife and confusion stalk around thy bed; To me a master's stern regard is slown, Want and a wailing brat thy portion be, I'm like his steed, prized highly as his own; Plague to thy fondness, as thy fanlt to me ;Stroked but corrected, threatend when sap- Where skulks the villain? – On the Ocean plied,

wide His slave and boast, his victim and his My William seeks a portion for his bride.

pride.

Vain be his search! but, till the traitor Cheer up, my lass ! I'll to thy father go,

come, The Miller cannot be the Sailor's foe; The higgler's cottage be thy future home;

near,

There with his ancient shrew and care abide, Few were their acres, - but, with these And hide thy head, -thy shaine thou canst

content, not hide.

They were, each pay-day, ready with their Day after day was pase'd in pains and grief;

rent : Week follow'd week,--and still was no relief: And few their wishes — what their farm Her boy was born-no lads nor lasses came

denied, To grace the rite or give the child a name; The neighbouring town, at trifling cost, Nor grave conceited nurse, of office proud,

supplied. Bore the young Christian roaring through If at the draper's window Susan cast

the crowd :

A longing look, as' with her goods she pass'd, In a small chamber was my office done, And, with the produce of the wheel and Where blinks through paper'd panes the set

churn, ting sun;

Bought her a Sunday-robe on her return; Where noisy sparrows, perch'd on penthouse True to her maxim, she would take no rest,

Till care repaid that portion to the chest: Chirp tuneless joy, and mock the frequent Or if, when loitering at the Whitsun-fair,

tear ;

Her Robert spent some idle shillings there; Bats on their webby wings in darkness move, Up at the barn, before the break of day, And feebly shriek their melancholy love. He made his labour for th' indulgence pay: No Sailor came; the months in terror fled Thus both – that waste itself might work Then news arrived-He fonght, and he was

in vainDEAD!

Wrought double tides, and all was well again. At the lone cottage Lucy lives, and still Yet, though so prudent, there were times Walks for her weekly pittance to the mill;

of joy,– A mean seraglio there her father keeps, The day they wed, the Christening of the Whose mirth insults her, as she stands and

boy,weeps;

When to the wealthier farmers there was And sees the plenty, while compell’d to stay,

shown Her father's pride, become his harlot's prey. Welcome unfeign'd,and plenty like their own; Throughout the lanes she glides, at evening's For Susan served the great, and had some close,

pride And softly lulls her infant to repose ; Among our topmost people to preside : Then sits and gazes, but with viewless look, Yet in that plenty, in that welcome free, As gilds the moon the rippling of the brook; There was the guiding nice frugality, And sings her vespers, but in voice so low, That, in the festal as the frugal day, She hears their murmurs as the waters flow: Has, in a different mode, a sovereign sway; And she too murmurs, and begins to find As tides the same attractive influence know, The solemn wanderings of a wounded mind: In the least ebb and in their proudest flow; Visions of terror, views of wo succeed, The wise frugality, that does not give The mind's impatience, to the body's need; A life to saving, but that saves to live; By turns to that, by turns to this a prey, Sparing, not pinching, mindful though not She knows what reason yields, and dreads

mean, what madness may. O'er all presiding, yet in nothing seen.

Next, with their boy, a decent couple came, Recorded next a babe of love I trace! * And call'd him Robert, 'twas his father's Of many loves, the mother's fresh disgrace.---

name;

Again, thou harlot! could not all thy pain, Three girls preceded, all by time endear’d, All my reproof,thy wanton thoughts restrain? And future births were neither hoped nor Alas! your Reverence, wanton thoughts, I fear'd:

grant, Blest in each other, but to no excess ; Were once my motive, now the thoughts Health, quiet, comfort, form'd their happi

of want ; ness;

Women, like me, as ducks in a decoy, Love all made up of torture and delight, Swim down a stream,and seem to swim in joy; Was but mere madness in this couple's sight: Your sex pursue us, and our own disdain ; Susan could think, though not without a Return is dreadful, and escape is vain.

sigh,

Would men forsake us, and would women . If she were gone, who should her place

strive supply;

To help the fall'n, their virtue might revive. And Robert, half in earnest, half in jest, For rite of churching soon she made her way, Talk of her spouse when he should be at In dread of scandal, should she miss the rest:

day :-Yet strange would either think it to be told, Two matrons came! with them she humbly Their love was cooling or their hearts were

knelt, cold.

Their action copied and their comforts felt,

From that great pain and peril to be free,, To whom his Friend : Mine greater bliss Though still in peril of that pain to be ;

would be, Alas! what numbers, like this amorous dame, Would Heav'n take those my spouse Assigns Are quick to censure, but are dead to shame!

to me.

Twin-infants then appear; a girl, a boy, Aged were both, that Dawkins, Ditchem Th' o'erflowing cup of Gerard Ablett's joy :

this, One had I named in every year that pass’d Who much of marriage thought, and much Since Gerard wed! and twins behold at last!

amiss; Well pleased, the bridegroom smiled to Both would delay, the onc, till-riches gain'd,

hear-A vine The son he wish'd might be to honour train'd; Fruitful and spreading round the walls be His Friend--lest fierce intruding heirs should thine,

come, And branch-like be thine offspring !-Gerard To waste his hoard and vex his quiet home.

then

Dawkins, a dealer once, on burthen'd back Look'd joyful love, and softly said, Amen.

Bore his whole substance in a pedlar's pack; Now of that vine he'd have no more increase, To dames discreet, the duties yet unpaid, Those playful branches now disturb his peace: His stores of lace and hyson he convey'd: Them he beholds around his table pread, When thus enrich’d, he chose at home to stop, But finds, the more the branch, the less the And fleece his neighbours in a new-built shop;

bread;

Then woo'd a spinster blithe, and hoped, And while they run his humble walls about,

when wed, They keep the sunshine of good-humour out. For love's fair favours and a fruitful bed. Cease, man, to grieve!thy master's lot survey, Not so his Friend ; — on widow fair and staid Whom wife and children, thou and thine He fix'd his eye, but he was much afraid;

obey ;

Yet woo'd; while she his hair of silver hoe A farmer proud, beyond a farmer's pride, Demurely noticed, and her eye withdrew: Of all around the envy or the guide; Doubtful he paused—Ah! were I sure, he Who trots to market on a steed so fine,

cried, That when I meet him, I'm ashamed of No craving children would my gains divide;

mine:

Fair as she is, I would my widow take, Whose board is high up-heap'd with gener- And live more largely for my partner's sake.

ous fare,

With such their views some thoughtful years Which five stout sons and three tall daugh

they pass'd, ters share :

And hoping, dreading, they were bound at Ceare, man, to grieve, and listen to his care.

last. A few years fled, and all thy boys shall be And what their fate? Observe them as they go, Lords of a cot, and labourers like thee: Comparing fear with fear and wo with wo. Thy girls unportion'd neighb'ring youths Humphrey! said Dawkins, envy in my breast

shall lead

Sickens to see thee in thy children blest; Brides from my church, and thenceforth They are thy joys, while I go grieving home

thou art freed : To a sad spouse, and our eternal gloom: But then thy master shall of cares complain, We look despondency ; no infant near, Care after care, a long connected train; To bless the eye or win the parent's ear; His sons for farms shall ask a large supply, Our sudden heats and quarrels to allay, For farmers' sons each gentle miss shall sigh; And soothe the petty sufferings of the day: Thy mistress, reasoning well of life's decay, Alike our want, yet both the want reprove; Shall ask a chaise, and hardly brook delay; Where are, I cry, these pledges of our love The smart young cornet who, with so much When she, like Jacob's wife, makes fierce grace,

reply, Rode in the ranks and betted at the race, Yet fond-Oh! give me children, or I die. While the vex'd parent rails at deed so rash, And I return--still childless doom'd to live Shall d-n his luck, and stretch his hand for Like the vex'd patriarch-Are they mine to cash.

give? Sad troubles, Gerard! now pertain to thee, Ah! much I envy thee thy boys, who ride When thy rich master seems from trouble On poplar branch, and canter at thy side :

free;

And girls, whose cheeks thy chin's fierce But 'tis one fate at different times assign'd,

fondness know, And thou shalt lose the cares that he must And with fresh beauty at the contact glow.

find.
Oh! simple friend, said Ditchem, would.:

thou gain

A father's pleasure by a husband's pain Ah!quoth our village-grocer, rich and old, Alas! what pleasure—when some vig'rous bos Would' I might one such cause for care Should swell thy pride, some rosy girl thy behold!

joy?

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Ja it to doubt, who grafted this sweet flower, We have a right, replicd the sturdy dame;-
Or whence arose that spirit and that power? And Lonicera was the infant's name.
Four years I've wed? not one has pass'd in vain; If next a son shall yield our Gardener joy,
Behold the fifth! behold, a babe again! Then Hyacinthus shall be that fair boy;
My wife's gay friends th' unwelcome imp And if a girl, they will at length agree,

admire,

That Belladonna that fair maid shall be. And fill the room with gratulation dire : High-sounding words our worthy Gardener While I in silence sate, revolving all

gets, That influence ancient men, or that befall; And at his club to wondering swains repeats ; A gay pert guest-Heav'n knows his busi- He then of Rhus and Rhododendron speaks,

ness-came;

And Allium calls his onions and his leeks; A glorious boy, he cried, and what the name? Nor weeds are now, for whence arose the Angry I growld-My spirit cease to teaze,

weed, Name it yourselves,Cain, Judas, if you Scarce plants, fair herbs, and curious please;

flowers proceed; His father's give him,--should you that ex- Where Cuckoo-pints and Dandelions sprung,

plore,

(Gross names had they our plainer sires The devil's or yours: – I said, and sought

among,) the door.

There Arums, there Leontodons we view, My tender partner not a word or sigh And Artemisia grows, where Wormwood Gives to my wrath, nor to my speech reply;

grew. But takes her comforts, triumphs in my pain, But though no weed exists his garden round, And looks undaunted for a birth again.- From Rumex strong our Gardener frees his Heirs thus denied afflict the pining heart,

ground, And thas afforded, jealous pangs impart; Takes soft Senicio from the yielding land, Let, therefore, none avoid, and none demand And grasps the arm'd Urtica in his hand. These arrows number'd for the giant's hand. Not Darwin's self had more delight to sing

Of Aoral courtship, in th’awaken'd Spring,

Than Peter Pratt, who simpering loves to Then with their infants three, the parents

tell came,

How rise the Stamens, as the Pistils swell; And each assign'd— 'twas all they had a How bend and curl the moist - top to the name;

spouse, Names of no mark or price! of them not one And give and take the vegetable vows; Shall court our view on the sepulchral stone, How those esteem’d of old but tips and chives, Or stop the clerk, th’engraven scrolls to spell, Are tender husbands and obedient wives ; Or keep the sexton from the sermon-bell. Who live and love within the sacred bower,

That bridal bed, the vulgar term a flower.

Hear Peter proudly, to some humble friend, An orphan-girl succeeds: ere she was born A wondrous secret, in his science, lend :Her father died, her mother on that morn: Would you advance the nuptial hour, and The pious mistress of the school sustains

bring Her parents' part, nor their affection feigns, The fruit of Autumn with the flowers of But pitying feels: with due respect and joy,

Spring; I trace the matron at her loved employ; View that light frame where Cucumis lies What time the striplings, wearied e'en with

spread, play,

And trace the husbands in their golden bed, Part at the closing of the summer's day, Three powder'd Anthers; -- then no more And each by different path returns the well

delay, known way

But to the Stigma's tip their dust convey ; Then I behold her at her cottage-door, Then by thyself, from prying glance secure; Frugal of light ;-her Bible laid before, Twirl the full tip and make your purpose When on her double duty she proceeds,

sure ; of time as frugal-knitting as she reads: A long-abiding race the deed shall pay, Her idle neighbours, who approach to tell Nor one unblest abortion pine away. Some trilling tale, her serious looks compel T'admire their friend's discourse our swains To hear reluctant, while the lads who pass,

agree, In pure respect, walk silent on the grass : And call it science and philosophy. Then sinks the day, but not to rest she goes, 'Tis good, 'tis pleasant, through th' advanTill solemn prayers the daily duties close.

cing year, To see unnumber'd growing forms appear;

What leafy - life from Earth's broad bosom But I digress, and lo! an infant-train

rise! Appear, and call me to my task again. What insect-myriads seek the summer-skies ! Why Lonicera wilt thou name thy child? What scaly tribes in every streamlet move! I ask d the Gardener's wife, in accents mild: What plumy people sing in every grove!

All with the year awaked to life, delight, | This known,- how food and raiment they and love.

might give, Then names are good; for how, without Was next debated--for the rogue would live;

their aid,

At last, with all their words and work conIs knowledge,gain’d by man,to man convey'd?

tent, But from that source shall all our pleasures Back to their homes the prudent Vestry went,

flow?

And Richard Monday to the workhouse sent. Shall all our knowledge be those names to There was he pinch'd and pitied, thump’d know?

and fed, Then he, with memory blest, shall bear away And duly took his beatings and his bread; The palm from Grew,and Middleton,and Ray: Patient in all control, in all abuse, No! let us rather seek, in grove and field, He found contempt and kicking have their use: What food for wonder, what for use they Sad, silent, supple; bending to the blow,

yield;

A slave of slaves, the lowest of the low; Some just remark from Nature's people His pliant soul gave way to all things base,

bring,

He knew no shame, he dreaded no disgrace. And some new source of homage for her King. It seem'd, so well his passions he suppresa'd,

No feeling stirr'd his ever-torpid breast;

Him might the meanest pauper bruise and Pride lives with all; strange names our

cheat, rustics give He was a footstool for the beggar's feet; To helpless infants, that their own may live; His were the legs that ran at all commands; Pleased to be known, they'll some attention They used on all occasions Richard's hands :

claim,

His very soul was not his own; he stole And find some by-way to the house of fame. As others order'd, and without a dole; The straightest furrow lifts the ploughman's In all disputes on either part he lied,

art,

And freely pledged his oath on either side; The hat he gain'd has warmth for head and in all rebellions Richard joind the rest,

heart;

In all detections Richard first confess'd: The bowl that beats the greater number down Yet, though disgraced, he watch'd his time Of tottering nine-pins gives to fame the

$0 well, clown;

He rose in favour, when in fame he fell; Or, foil'd in these, he opes his ample jaws, Base was his usage, vile his whole employ, And lets a frog leap down, to gain applause; And all despised and fed the pliant boy.. Or grins for hours, or tipples for a week, At length, 'tis time he should abroad be sent Or challenges a well-pinch'd pig to squeak: Was whisper'd near him, - and abroad he Some idle deed, some child's preposterous

went; name,

One morn they call’d him, Richard answer'd Shall make him known, and give his folly

not; fame. They deem'd him hanging, and in time for

got,

Yet miss'd him long, as each, throughout To name an infant meet our village-sires,

the clan, Assembled all, as such event requires : Found he had better spared a better man. Frequent and full, the rural sages sate, Now Richard's talents for the world were fit, And speakers many urged the long debate, He'd no smallcunning and had some small wit; Some harden'd knaves, who roved the coun- Had that calm look which seem'd to all assent,

try round, And that complacent speech which nothing Had left a babe within the parish-bound.

meant : First, of the fact they question'd — Was it He'd but one care, and that he strove to hide,

true ?

How best for Richard Monday to provide. The child was brought-What then remaind Steel, through opposing plates, the magnet to do?

draws, Was 't dead or living? This was fairly And steely atoms culls from dust and straws;

proved,

And thus our hero, to his interest true, 'Twas pinch'd, it roard, and every doubt Gold through all bars and from each trifle removed.

drew; Then by what name th' unwelcome guest to But still more surely round the world to go,

call

This fortune's child had neither friend nor foc. Was long a question, and it posed them all; Long lost to us, at last our man we trace, For he who lent it to a babe unknown, Sir Richard Monday died at Monday-place: Censorious men might take it for his own: His lady's worth, his daughter's we peruse, They look'd about, they gravely spoke to all, And find his grandsons all as rich as Jews : And not one Richard answer'd to the call. He gave reforming charities a gum, Next they inquired the day, when, passing by, And bought the blessings of the blind and Th’unlucky peasant hcard the stranger's cry:

dunib;

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