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So two cold limbs, touch'd by Galvani's wire, When they engage the tongue, the eye, Move with new life, and feel awaken'd fire;

the ear, Quivering awhile, their flaccid forms remain, Reply when listning, and when speaking Then turn to cold torpidity again.

hear; The ready converse knows no dull delays,

But double are the pains, and double be But ever frowns your Hymen? man and

the praise. maid,

Yet not to those alone who bear command Are all repenting, suffering or betray'd ? Heaven gives a heart to hail the marriageForbid it, Love! we have our couples herc

band; Who hail the day in each revolving year: Among their servants we the pairs can show These are with us, as in the world around; Who much to love and more to prudence They are not frequent, but they may be

owe: found.

Reuben and Rachel, though as fond as doves, Our farmers too, what though they fail to Were yet discreet and cautious in their loves;

prove,

Nor would attend to Cupid's wild commands, In Hymen's bonds, the tenderest slaves of Till cool reflection bade them join their love,

hands: (Nor, like those pairs whom sentiment When both were poor, they thought it

unites, Feel they the fervonr' of the mind's delights;) of hasty love to make them poorer still; Yet coarsely kind and comfortably gay, Year after year, with savings long laid by, They heap the board and hail the happy day: They bought the future dwelling's full And though the bride, now freed from school,

supply; admits

Her frugal fancy cull'd the smaller ware, of pride implanted there some transient The weightier purchase ask'd her Reuben's fits ;

care; Yet soon she casts her girlish flights aside, Together then their last year's gain they And in substantial blessings rests her pride.

threw, No more she moves in measured steps; no And lo! an auction'd bed, with curtains more

neat and new. Runs, with bewilder'd ear, her music o'er; Thus both, as prudence counsell’d, wisely No more recites her French the hinds among, But chides her maidens in her mother- And cheerful then the calls of Love obey'd :

tongue;

What if, when Rachel gave her hand, 'twas Her tambour-frame she leaves and diet spare,

one Plain work and plenty with her house to Embrown'd by Winter's ice and Summer's

sun? Till, all her varnish lost, in few short years, What if, in Reuben's hair, the female eye In all her worth, the farmer's wife appears. Usurping grey among the black could spy? Yet not the ancient kind: nor she who gave What if, in both, life's bloomy flush was lost, Her soul to gain-a mistress and a slave: And their full autumn felt the mellowing Who not to sleep allow'd the needful time;

frost? To whom repose was loss, and sport a crime; Yet time, who blow'd the rose of youth Who, in her meanest room (and all were

away, mean), . Had left the vigorous stem without decay ; A noisy drudge, from morn till night was Like those tall elms, in Farmer Frankford's seen ;

ground, But she, the daughter, boasts a decent They'll grow no more,—but all their growth room,

is sound; Adorn'd with carpet, form'd in Wilton's By time confirm’d and rooted in the land,

loom;

The storms they've stood still promise they Fair prints along the paper'd wall are spread;

shall stand. There, Werther wees the sportive children fed, And Charlotte, here, bewails her lover dead. 'Tis here, assembled, while in space apart! These are the happier pairs, their life Their husbands, drinking, warm the opening

has rest, heart,

Their hopes are strong, their humble porOur neighbouring dames, on festal days,

tion blest; unite

While those more rash to hasty marriage led, With tongues more fluent and with hearts Lament th' impatience which now stints as light;

their bread: Theirs is that art, which English wives alone When such their union, years their cares Profess-a boast and privilege their own;

increase, An art it is, where each at once attends Their love grows colder and their pleasures To all, and claims attention from her friends,

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In health just fed, in sickness just relieved; | And is that bosom-(what on earth so fair!) By hardships harass'd and by children To cradle some coarse peasant's sprawling grieved;

heir ? In petty quarrels and in peevish strife To be that pillow which some surly swain The once fond couple waste the spring of May treat with scorn and agonize with pain?

life:

Art thou, sweet maid, a ploughman's wants But when to age mature those children

to share, ·, grown

To dread. his insult, to support his care; Find hopes and homes and hardships of To hear his follies, his contempt to prove,

their own,

And (oh! the torinent!) to endure his love; The harass'd couple feel their lingering Till want and deep regret those charms woes

destroy, Receding slowly, till they find repose. That time would spare, if time were pass'd Complaints and murmurs then are laid aside,

in joy? (By reason these subdued, and those by With him, in varied pains, from morn till pride;)

night, And, taught by care, the patient man and wife Your hours shall pass; yourself a ruffian's Agree to share the bitter-sweet of life;

right; (Life that has sorrow much and sorrow's Your softest bed shall be the knotted wool;

cure,

Your purest drink the waters of the pool; Where they who most enjoy shall much Your sweetest food will but your life sustain,

endure :)

And your best pleasure be a rest from pain; Their rest, their labours, duties, sufferings, While, through each year, as health and prayers,

strength abate, Compose the soul, and fit it for its cares ; You'll weep your woes and wonder at your Their graves before them and their griefs

fate; behind,

And cry: Behold, as life's last cares come on, Have each a med'cine for the rustic mind; My burthens growing when my strength is Nor has he care to whom his wealth shall go,

gone! Or who shall labour with his spade and hoe; Now turn with me, and all the young desire, But as he lends the strength that yet remains, That taste can form, that fancy can require ; And some dead neighbour on his bier sus-All that excites enjoyment, or procures : tains,

Wealth, health, respect, delight, and love, (One with whom oft he whirl'd the bounding

are yours: flail,

Sparkling, in cups of gold, your wines shall Toss'd the broad coit, or took th' inspiring

flow, ale,)

Grace that fair hand, in that dear bosom For me (he meditates) shall soon be done

glow; This friendly duty, when my race be run; Fruits of each clime, and flowers, through 'Twas first in trouble as in error past,

all the year, Dark clouds and stormy cares whole years Shall on your walls and in your walks o'ercast,

appear; But calm my setting day, and sunshine smiles Where all beholding shall your praise repeat,

at last:

No fruit 80 tempting and no flower so sweet: My vices punish'd and my follies spent, The softest carpets in your rooms shall lie, Not loth to die, but yet to live content, Pictures of happiest loves shall meet your I rent:- then casting on the grave his eye,

eye, His friend compels a tear, and his own And tallest mirrors, reaching to the floor,

griefs a sigh. Shall show you all the object I adore; Who, by the hands of wealth and fashion

dressid, Last on my list appears a match of love, By slaves attended and by friends caressid, And one of virtue ;-happy may it prove! Shall move, a wonder, through the public Sir Edward Archer is an amorous knight,

ways, And maidens chaste and lovely shun his sight; And hear the whispers of adoring praise. His bailiff's daughter suited much his taste, Your female friends, though gayest of the For Fanny Price was lovely and was chaste;

gay, To her the Knight with gentle looks drew Shall see you happy, and shall, sighing, say,

near,

While smother'd envy rises in the breast, And timid voice assumed, to banish fear:- Oh! that we lived so beauteous and so blest! Hope of my life, dear sovereign of my breast, Come then, my mistress, and my wife; for Which, since I knew thee, knows not joy

she nor rert;

Who trusts my honour is the wife for me; Know, thou art all that my delighted eyes, Your slave, your husband, and your friend My fondest thoughts, my proudest wishes

employ, prize;

In search of pleasure we may both enjoy.

To this the damsel, meekly firm, replied: When from the cradle to the grave I look, My mother loved, was married, toil'd, and Mine I conceive a melancholy book.

died;

Where now is perfect resignation seen? With joye, she'd griefs, had troubles in her Alas! it is not on the village-green:

course,

I've seldom known, though I have often But not one grief was pointed by remorse;

read My inind in fix'd, to Heaven I resign, of happy peasants on their dying-bed; And be her love, her life,her comforts mine. Whose looks proclaim'd that sunshine of Tyrants have wept; and those with hearts

the breast, of steel,

That more than bope, that Heaven itself Unused the anguish of the heart to heal,

express'd. Have yet the transient power of virtue What I behold are feverish fits of strife,

known,

'Twixt fears of dying and desire of life: And felt th' imparted joy promote their own. Those earthly hopes, that to the last endure; Our Knight relenting, now befriends a youth, Those fears, that hopes superior fail to cure; Who to the yielding maid had vow'd his At best a sad submission to the doom,

truth;

Which, turning from the danger, lets it And finds in that fair deed a sacred joy,

come. That will not perish, and that cannot cloy ;A living joy, that shall its spirit keep, When cvery beauty fades, and all the pas- Sick lies the man, bewilder'd, lost, afraid, sions sleep. His spirits vanquish'd and his strength

decay'd; No hope the friend, the nurse, the doctor

lend Call then a priest, and fit him for his end.

A priest is call'd ; 'tis now, alas! too late, P A R T III.

Death enters with hin at the cottage-gate;

Or time allow'd-he goes, assured to find - BURIALS.

The self-commending, all-confiding mind;

And sighs to hear, what we may justly call Qui vultus Acherontis atri,

Death's common-place, the train of thought Qui Stygia tristem, non tristis, videt,

in all.
Par ille Regi, par superis erit.' '.

True, I'm a sinner,-feebly he begins-
But trust in Mercy to forgive my sins:
(Such cool confession no past crimes excite!

Such claim on Mercy seems the sinner's THERB was, 'tis said, and I believe, a

right!) time,

I know, mankind are frail, that God is just, When humble Christians died with views And pardons those who in his mercy trust;

sublime;

We're sorely tempted in a world like this, When all were ready for their faith to bleed, All men have done, and I like all, amiss; But few to write or wrangle for their creed; But now, if spared, it is my full intent When lively Faith upheld the sinking heart, On all the past to ponder and repent: And friends, assured to meet, prepared to Wronge against me I pardon great and part;

small, When Love felt hope, when Sorrow grew And if I die, I die in peace with all.-

serene,

His merits thus and not his sins confessid, And all was comfort in the death-bed-scene. He speaks his hopes, and leaves to Heaven Alas! when now the gloomy king they wait,

the rest. "Tis weakness yielding to resistless fate; Alas! are these the prospects, dull and cold. Like wretched men upon the ocean cast, That dying Christians to their priests unfold? They labour hard and struggle to the last; Or mends the prospect when th' Enthusiast Hope against hope, and wildly gaze around,

cries, In search of help that never shall be found : I die assured ! and in a rapture dies? Nor, till the last strong billow stops the Ah, where that humble, self-abasing mind,

breath,

With that confiding spirit, shall we find; Will they believe them in the jaws of Death! The mind that, feeling what repentance

brings,

Dejection's terrors and Contrition's stings, When these my records I reflecting read, Feels then the hope, that mounts all care And find what ills these numerous births

above, succeed ;

And the pure joy that flows from pardonins What powerful griefs these nuptial ties

love? attend,

Such have I scen in death, and inuch deplore. With what regret these painful journeys end ; So many dying-that I see no more:

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Lo! now my records, where I grieve to The young how brave, how subtle were trace,

the old : How Death has triumph'd in 80 short a And oaths attested all that Folly told.

space ;

On death like his what name shall we bestow, Who are the dead, how died they, I relate, So very sudden! yet so very slow? And snatch some portion of their acts from 'Twas slow :-Disease, augmenting year by fate.

year, Show'd the grim king by gradual steps

brought near: With Andrew Collett we the year begin, / 'Twas not less sudden; in the night he died, The blind, fat landlord of the Old Crown- He drank, 'he swore, he jested, and he lied;

Thus aiding folly with departing breath :Big as his butt, and, for the self-same use, “Beware, Lorenzo, the slow-sudden death." To take in stores of strong fermenting juice. On his huge chair beside the fire he sate, In revel chief, and umpire in debate;

Next died the Widow Goe, an active dame, Each night his string of vulgar tales he told; Famed ten miles round, and worthy all her When ale was cheap and bachelors were bold:

fame; His heroes all were famous in their days, She lost her husband when their loves were Cheats were his boast and drunkards had

young, his praise;

But kept her farm, her credit, and her One, in three draughts, three mugs of ale

tougue: . took down, Full thirty years she ruled, with matchless As mugs were then the champion of the

skill, : Crown;

With guiding judgment and resistless will; For thrice three days another lived on ale, Advice she scorn'd, rebellions she suppress'd, And knew no change but that of mild and And sons and servants bow'd at her behest.

stale;

Like that great man's, who to his Saviour Two thirsty soakers watch'd a vessel's side,

came, When he the tap, with dextrous hand, applied; Were the strong words of this commanding Nor from their seats departed, till they found

dame;That butt was out and heard the mournful Come! if she said, they came; if: go! were sound.

gone; He praised a poacher, precious child of fun! And if : do this!-that instant it was done: Who shot the keeper with his own spring- Her maidens told she was all eye and ear,

gun;

In darkness saw and could at distance hear;Nor less the smuggler who the exciseman No parish-business in the place could stir,

tied,

Without direction or assent from her; And left him hanging at the birch-wood side, In turn she took each office as it fel, There to expire; but one who saw him hang Knew all their duties and discharged them Cut the good cord-a traitor of the gang.

well; His own exploits with boastful glee he told, The lazy vagrants in her presence shook, What ponds he emptied and what pikes he And pregnant damsels fear'd her stern rebuke;

sold;

She look'd on want with judgment clear And how, when blest with sight alert and gay,

and cool, The night's amusement kept him through And felt with reason and bestow'd by rule;

the day.

She match'd both sons and daughters to her He sang the praises of those times, when all

mind, For cards and dice, as for their drink, might And lent them eyes, for Love, she heard, call;

was blind; When justice wink'd on every jovial crew, Yet ceaseless still she throve, alert, alive, And ten-pins tumbled in the parson's view. The working bee, in full or empty hive; He told, when angry wives, provoked to Busy and careful, like that working bee,

No time for love nor tender cares had she; Or drive a third-day drunkard from his ale, But when our farmers made their amorous What were his triumphs, and how great

vows, the skill

She talk'd of market-steeds and patentThat won the vex'd virago to his will;

ploughs. Who raving came;- then talk'd in milder Not unemploy'd her evenings pass'd away,

strain,

Amusement closed, as business waked the day; Then wept, then drank, and pledged her When to her toilet's brief concern she ran,

spouse again. And conversation with her friends began, Sach were his themes: how knaves o'er Who all were welcome, what they saw, to laws prevail,

share; Or, when made captives, how they fly from And joyous neighbours praised her Christjail;

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wing

That none around might, in their scorn, Through all the common ills of life may run,

complain

By hope perverted and by love undone; Of Gossip Goe as greedy in her gain. A wife's distress, a mother's pangs, may Thus long she reign'd, admired, if not

dread, approved ;

| And widow-tears, in bitter anguish, shed ; Praised, if not honour'd; fear’d, if not May at old-age arrive through numerous beloved ;

harms, When, as the busy days of Spring drew near, With children's children in those feeble arms: That call'd for all the forecast of the year; Nor till by years of want and grief oppressid, When lively hope the rising crops survey'd, Shall the sad spirit flee and be at rest! And April promised what September paid; Yet happier therefore shall we deem the When stray'd her lambs where gorse and

boy, greenweed grow; Secured from anxious care and dangerous When rose her grass in richer vales below;

joy? When pleased she look'd on all the smiling Not so! for then would Love Divine in vain

land,

Send all the burthens weary men sustain; And view'd the hinds, who wrought at her All that now curb the passions when they command;

rage, (Poultry in groups still follow'd where she The checks of youth and the regrets of age;

went;)

All that now bid us hope, believe, endure, Then dread o'ercame her,- that her days Our sorrow's comfort and our vice's cure;

were spent. | All that for Heaven's high joys the spirits Bless me! I die, and not a warning giv'n,

train, With much to do on Earth, and all for And charity, the crown of all, were vain.

Heav'n!

Say, will you call the breathless infant blest, No reparation for my soul's affairs, | Because no cares the silent grave molest? No leave petition'd for the barn's repairs; So would you deem the nursling from the Accounts perplex'd, my interest yet unpaid, My mind unsettled, and my will unmade ;-Untimely thrust and never train'd to sing; A lawyer haste, and in your way, a priest; But far more blest the bird whose grateful And let me die in one good work at least.

voice She spake, and, trembling, dropp'd upon Sings its own joy and makes the woods her knees,

rejoice, Heaven in her eye and in her hand her keys; Though, while untaught, ere yet he charm'd And still the more she found her life decay,

the ear, With greater force she grasp'd those signs Hard were his trials and his pains severe!

of sway: Then fell and died !- In haste her sons drew

near,

Next died the Lady who yon Hall possess'd; And dropp'd, in haste, the tributary tear, And here they brought her noble bones to Then from th' adhering clasp the keys

rest. unbound,

In Town she dwelt;– forsaken stood the And consolation for their sorrows found.

Hall:

Worms ate the floors, the tap'stry fled the Death has his infant-train; his bony arm No fire the kitchen's cheerless grate disStrikes from the baby-cheek the rosy charm;

play'd; The brightest eye his glazing film makes No cheerful light the long-closed sash con

dim, And his cold touch sets fast the lithest limb: The crawling worm, that turns a summerHe seized the sick’ning boy to Gerard lent,

fly. When three days' life, in feeble cries, were Here spun his shroud and laid him up to die

spent;

| The winter-death :- upon the bed of state, In pain brought forth, those painful hours The bat shrill-shrieking woo'd his flickering

to stay, To breathe in pain and sigh its soul away! To empty rooms the curious came no more, But why thus lent, if thus recall'd again, From empty cellars turn'd the angry poor, To cause and feel, to live and die in, pain? And surly beggars cursed the ever-bolted Or rather say: Why grievous these appear,

door. If all it pays for Heaven's eternal year; To one small room the steward found his If these sad sobs and piteons sighs secure

way, Delights that live, when worlds no more Where tenants follow'd to complain and pay ;

endure?

Yet no complaint before the Lady came, The sister-spirit long may lodge below, The feeling bervant spared the feeble dame; And pains from nature, pains from reason, Who saw her farms with his observing eyes,

know;

And answer'd all requests with his replies:-

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