FROM THE FARMER'S BOY.
(See our literary Review in last Month's Number.}.
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IS simple errand done, he homeward hies, Another instantly its place supplies,
The clatt'ring dairy-maid immers'd in steam, Singing and scrubbing midst her milk and cream, Bawls out "Go fetch the cows!"-be hears no more. For pigs, and ducks, and turkies throng the door, And sitting hens, for constant war prepar'd- A concert strange to that which late he heard. Straight to the meadow then he whistling goes, With well-known halloo calls his lazy cows: Down the rich pasture heedlessly they graze, Or hear the summon with an idle gaze,
For well they know the cow-yard yields no more Its tempting fragrance, nor its wintry store. Reluctance marks their steps, sedate and slow, The right of conquest all the law they know; Subordinate they one by one succeed, And one among them always takes the lead, Is ever foremost, wheresoe'er they stray, Allow'd precedence, undisputed sway; With jealous pride her station is maintain❜d, For many a broil that post of honor gain'd. At home, the yard affords a grateful scene- For spring makes e'en a miry cow-yard clean. Thence from its chalky bed behold convey The rich manure that drenching winter made, Which pil'd near home, grows green with many a weed,
A promis'd nutriment for autumn's seed.
Forth comes the maid, and like the morning smiles; The mistress too, and followed close by Giles. A friendly tripod forms their humble seat, With pails bright scour'd and delicately sweet. Where shadowing elms obstruct the morning ray, Begins their work, begins the simple lay ;
The full-charg'd udder yields its willing streams, While Mary sings some lover's amorous dreams; And crouching Giles beneath a neighbouring tree Tugs o'er his pail, and chants with equal glee; Whose hat with tatter'd brim, of kuap so hare, From the cow's side purloins a coat of hair, A mottled ensign of his harmless trade, An unambitious peaceable cockade. As unambitious, too, that chearful aid The mistress yields beside her rosy maid; With joy she views her plenteous reeking store, And bears a brimmer to the dairy door- Her cows dismiss'd, the luscious mead to roam, Till eve again recal them loaded home. And now the DAIRY claims her choicest care, And half her houshold find employment there: Slow rolls the churn, its load of clogging cream At once foregoes its quality and name: From knotty particles first floating wide Congealing butter's dash'd from side to side; Streams of new milk thro' flowing coolers stray, And snow-white curd abounds, and wholesome whey Due north th' unglaz'd windows, cold and clear, For warming sunbeams are unwelcome here. Brisk goes the work beneath each busy hand, And Giles must trudge, whoever gives command; A Gibeonite, that serves them all by turns- He drains the pump, from bim the faggot burns, From him the noisy hogs demand their food, While at his feet run many a chirping brood, Or down his path in expectation stand, With equal claims upon his strewing hand."
Its different Effects on different Minds.
ADDRESSED TO MISS R, P.
LOVE, strangest Pasion that inspires the breast!
How universal thy despotic sway;
Euch nation has thine influence coníess'd,
And unborn ages shall thy power obey!
By thee inspir'd, 'he hero, who ere while
Spread vast destruction o'er the embattled plains, Retirement seeks, his moments to beguile,
And pour his soften'd soul in pensive strains. To shades impervious to the golden beams
Of yon bright sun, behold he bends his steps, There to indulge fond fancy's flattering dreams, And, while he loves, the noise of war forgets.
The shepherd swain, by thee directed, quits
His tender lambs, his pipe, and moss-grown cot; And while his anxious heart with ardor beats, To win the fair, he seeks a different lot.
Where thund'ring war her bloody standard rears, He speeds his course, and joins the martial traing And while his Daphne on his mind he bears, Dauntless he stands, amidst a thousand slain.
The harden'd stoic, by thy power subdu'd, Melts into tenderness, and drops a tear; Tho' wont to boast how long he had withstood Thy softer influence-see him chang'd appear.
The darling son of science bends to thee
His laurel'd head, and lays his books aside; While, with before unknown anxiety,
He seeks his lov'd Matilda for his bride.
But not to nations civiliz'd confin'd
The world at large owns thy diffusive power;→ Alike, O Love! dost thou in tetters bind
The free born Briton and the captive Moor.
Where music wables o'er the Latian plains, And the soft sounds re-echo through the grove, No marvel that if there love conquering reigns, For melody attunes the soul to love.
But turn, O muse, and other climes survey,
Where gen us smiles not, nor fair science chears;
See ruder nations own his gentle sway, And the fierce savage in his train appears.
See where, o'er sultry Indus' scorching plains, The negro youth his captive state deplores; Where slavery stalking, clanks her galling chains, And haughty tyrants grasp the golden stores. Ah! see, beneath some friendly shade reclin'd, The sable maid, by love's soft power suḥdu'd, Pours out the artless burthen of her mind,
And charms the ears of list'ning Oronood. (Her beauteous form, in jetty charms array'd, The enamour'd Oronood had long admir'd; And as in sad suspence he pensive stray'd,
Enraptur'd heard the strains her love inspir'd.)
To lands that freeze, within the frigid zone,
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Muse speed thy flight, and view love's empire there;
See shivering Laplanders his influence own,,
And rougher Zemblians his soft bondage wear.
Tho' Sol refuse with genial warmth to cheer
Those ice-bound climes where winter sovereign reigns,
Yet, that love's holy power is known e'en there, Witness ye Lapland sonnets' pensive strains. Should this soft influence reach my Rachael's heart, Oh, may it meet a faithful kind return From one whose manly soul, devoid of art, Shall honor truth, and mean disguises scorn!
So shall her gentle bosom never know
The pangs that oft the conscious spirit move; But wreaths of thornless roses bind her brow, The thornless roses of propitious LOVE.
Wilton-Cottage,
Taunton, Somerset.
RIENDSHIP's a noble generous flame, When steady and sincere-
woes oppress, from it we claim The sympathetic tear.
Friendship may oft its worth impart,
Does oft its value prove,
But there's no friendship cheers the heart Like that of mutual love.
When two congenial tempers meet, Warm'd by love's gentle fires, Ah! then the bliss enjoy'd, how great, Which confidence inspires,
For each to each their cares impart, And thus its value prove-
For there's no friendship cheers the heart Like that of mutual love.
At length arrives th' expected day Appointed to join hands, The dance and merry roundelay
Shall hail the happy hands- And long may Hymen joys impart,
Connubial bliss to prove,
For there's no friendship cheers the heart
Like that of mutual love.
TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN BY T. CAMPBELL, ESQ.
Author of the 'Pleasures of Hope.
WEET Isor, were thy sunny realm And flow'ry fountains mine,
Thy waters I would shade with elm, To prop the tender vine.
My golden flaggons I would fill
With rosy draught from every hill,
And under each green spreading bow'r
My gay companions should prolong The laugh, the revel, and the song, To many a sportive hour,
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