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What once could neither good nor ill impart | Kindly she listen'd, and in turn essay'd
Now pleased the senses, and now touch'd To pay th' applauses-and she amply paid:

the heart;

A beauty flattering !-beauteous flatterers Prospects and pictures struck th' awaken'd

feel sight,

The ill you cause, when thus in praise you And each new object gave a new delight.

deal; He, like th' imperfect creature who had For surely he is more thai: man, or less,

shaped

| When praised by lips that lie would die to A shroud to hide him, had at length escaped ;

press, Changed from his grub-like state, to crawl | And yet his senses undisturbid can keep,

no more,

| Can calmly reason, or can soundly sleep. But a wing'd being, pleased and formd to Not so Sir Owen; him Camilla praised,

And lofty hopes and strong emotions raised;

This had alone the strength of man subdued; Now, said his friends, while thus his views | But this enchantress various arts pursued.

improve,

Let others pray for music-others pray'd And his mind softens, what if he should love? In vain :--Sir Owen ask'd, and was obey'd ; True; life with him has yet serene appear'd, Let others, walking, sue that arm to take, And therefore love in wisdom should be Unioved she kept it for Sir Owen's sake;

fear'd:

Each small reqnest she granted, and though Forty and five his years, and then to sigh

small, For beauty's favour!-Son of frailty, fly! He thought them pledges of her granting all. Alas! he loved; it was our fear, but ours, And now the lover, casting doubt aside, His friends' alone. He doubted not his pow'rs Urged the fond suit that-could not be To win the prize, or to repel the charm,

denied; To gain the battle, or escape the harm; Joy more than reverence moved him when For he had never yet resistance proved,

he said, Nor fear'd that friends should say-Alas! Now banish all my fears, angelic maid!'.

he loved.

And as she paused for words, he gaily cried,

| 'I must not, cannot, will not be denied.' Younger by twenty years, Camilla found

Ah! good Sir Owen, think not favours, such Her face unrivallid when she smiled or As artful maids allow, amount to much ;

frown'd:

The sweet, small, poisond baits, that take Of all approved ; in manner, form, and air,

the eye Made to attract; gay, elegant, and fair :

And win the soul of all who venture nigh. She had, in beauty's aid, a fair pretence

Camilla listen’d, pansed, and look'd surprise, To cultivated, strong intelligence;

Fair witch! exulting in her witcheries! For she a clear and ready mind had fed

She turn'd aside her face, withdrew her hand, With wholesome food; unhurt by what she

And softly said, “Sir, let me understand.' read:

Nay, my dear lady! what can words explain, She loved to please ; but, like her dangerous

If all my looks and actions plead in vain?

I love'-She show'd a cool respectful air,

sex, To please the more whom she design'd to vex. |

And he began to falter in his prayer, his heard Sir Owen, and he saw it true. Yet urged her kindness - Kindness she It promised pleasure, promised danger too;

confessid, But this he knew not then, or slighted if

It was esteem, she felt it, and expressid,

For her dear father's friend; and was it right

he knew Yet he delay'd, and would by trials prove

That friend of his—she thought of hers That he was safe; would see the signs of

to slight? love;

This to the wond'ring lover strange and new, Would not address her while a fear remaind;

And false appeard --he would not think it But win his way, assured of what he gain'd.

true: This saw the lady, not displeased to find / Still he pursued the lovely prize, and still A man at once so cantious and so blind :

Heard the cold words, design d his hopes to She saw his hopes that she would kindly

kill; He felt dismay'd, as he perceived success

show Proofs of her passion---then she his should

Had inverse ratio, more obtaining less; know.

And still she grew more cool in her replies, So, when my heart is bleeding in his sight,

And talk'd of age and improprieties. His love acknowledged will the pains requite;

Then to his friends, although it hurt his It is, when conquer'd, he the heart regards ; |

pride, Well, good Sir Owen! let us play our cards.'

And to the lady's, he for nid applied ; | Who kindly wood for him, but strongly

were denied He spake her praise in terms that love affords, And now it was those fiercer passions rose. By words select, and looks surpassing words: Urged by his love to murder his repose ;

Shame shook his soul to be deceived so long, | Charles, I am wrong'd, insulted—nay, be And fierce Revenge for such contemptuous

still, wrong;

Nor look so fiercely,--there are none to kill. Jealous he grew, and Jealousy supplied His mind with rage, unsoothed, unsatisfied; And grievous were the pangs of deeply I loved a lady, somewhat late in life,

wounded Pride. Perhaps too late, and would have made a His generous soul had not the grief sustain'd,

wife; Had he not thought, Revenge may be Nay, she consented; for consent I call

obtain'd.'

The mark'd distinction that was seen of all,
And long was seen; but when she knew my

pain, Camilla grieved, but grief was now too late; I Saw my first wish her favour to obtain, She hush'd her fears, and left th' event to And asi ber hand-no sooner was it ask'd,

fate;

Than she, the lovely Jezebel, unmask'd; Four years elapsed, nor knew Sir Owen yet And by her haughty airs, and scornful pride, How to repay the meditated debt;

My peace was wounded—nay, my reason The lovely foe was in her thirtieth year,

tried; Nor saw the favourite of the heart appear; I felt despised and fallen when we met, Tis sure less sprightly the fair nymph | And she, oh folly! looks too lovely yet; became,

Yet love no longer in my bosom glows, And spoke of former levities with shame: But my heart warms at the revenge it owes. But this, alas! was not in time confessid, And vengeance waited in Sir Owen's breast. But now the time arrives the maid must feel

0! that I saw her with her soul on fire, And grieve for wounds that she refused to

Desperate from love, and sickening with heal.

desire; Sir Owen, childless, in his love had rear'd while all beheld her just, unpitied pain, A sister's son, and now the youth appear’d Grown in neglect, and sharpen'd by disdain! In all the pride of manhood, and, beside,

Let her be jealous of each maid she sees, With all a soldier's spirit and his pride:

Striving by every fruitless art to please, Valiant and poor, with all that arms bestow, And when she fondly looks, let looks and And wants that captains in their quarters

fondness tease! know;

So, lost on passion's never resting sea, let to his uncle's generous heart was due Hopeless and helpless, let her think of me! The praise, that wants of any kind were few. Charles, thou art handsome, nor canst want When he appear'd, Sir Owen felt a joy

the art Unknown before, his vengeance bless'd the To warm a cold or win a wanton heart :

boyTo him I dare confide a cause so just;

Be my avenger-Charles, with smile, not

vain, Love him she may-0! could I say, she Nor quite unmix'd with pity and disdain, must.'

Sate mute in wonder; but he sate not long Thus fir’d, he more than usual kindness

Without reflection:- Was Sir Owen wrong? show'd,

So must I think ; for can I judge it right Nor let the Captain name the debt he owed; To treat a lovely lady with despite ? But when he spoke of gratitude, exclaim'd,

Because she play'd too roughly with the love Hly dearest Morden! make me not ashamed ; of a fond man whom she could not approve; Each for a friend should do the best he can, And yet to vex him for the love he bore The most obliged is the obliging man; Is cause enough for his revenge, and more. But if you wish to give as well as take,

But, thoughts, to council !-Do I wear a You may a debtor of your uncle make.'

charm That will preserve my citadel from harm?

Like the good knight, I have a heart that Morden was earnest in his wish to know

feels How he could best his grateful spirit show. The wounds that beauty makes and kindness Noy the third dinner had their powers

heals : renew'd,

Beanty she has, it seems, but is not kind And fruit and wine upon the table stood; So found Sir Owen, and so I may find. The fire brought comfort, and the warmth Yet why, oh heart of tinder, why afraid?

it lent

| Comes so much danger from so fair a maid? cheerful spirit to the feelings sent, Wilt thou be made a voluntary prize When thus the Uncle-Morden, i depend To the fierce firing of two wicked eyes ? On you for aid-assist me as a friend : Think her a foe, and on the danger rush, Full well I know that you would much Nor let thy kindred for a coward blush.

forego,

But how if this fair creature should inclinc Ind much endure, to wreak me on my foe. To think too highly of this love of mine,

And, taking all my counterfeit address They meet; each other's look the pair For sterling passion, should the like profess?

explore, Nay, this is folly ; or if I perceive And, such their fortune, wish'd to part no Aught of the kind, I can but take my leave;

more. And if the heart should feel a little sore, Whether a man is thus disposed to break Contempt and anger will its ease restore. An evil compact he was forced to make, Then, too, to his all-bounteous hand I owe Or whether some contention in the breast All I possess, and almost all I know; Will not permit a feeling heart to rest ; And shall I for my friend no hazard run, Or was it nature, who in every case Who seeks no more for all his love has done? Has made such mind subjected to such face; 'Tis but to meet and bow, to talk and smile, Whate'er the cause, no sooner met the pair To act a part, and put on love awhile: Than both began to love, and one to feel And the good knight shall see, this trial made,

despair. That I have just his talents to persuade; But the fair damsel saw with strong delight For why the lady should her heart bestow Th' impression made, and gloried in the On me, or I of her enamour'd grow,

sight: There's none can reason give, there's none No chilling doubt alarm'd her tender breast,

can danger show. But she rejoiced in all his looks profess'd;

Long ere his words her lover's hopes convey'd These were his rapid thoughts, and then They warm’d the bosom of the conscious he spoke:

maid; I make a promise, and will not revoke; One spirit seem'd each nature to inspire, You are my judge in what is fit and right, And the two hearts were fix'd in one desire. And I obey you-bid me love or fight; Yet had I rather, so the act could meet With your concurrence, ---not to play the Now, thought the courteous maid, my cheat;

father's friend In a fair cause '— Charles, fighting for your Will ready pardon to my fault extend ;

king,

He shall no longer lead that hermit's life, Did you e'er judge the merits of the thing? But love his mistress in his nephew's wife; Show me a monarch who has cause like mine, My humble duty shall his anger kill. And yet what soldier would his cause decline?'

And I who fled his love will meet his will,

Prevent his least desire, and every wish fulfil. Poor Charles or saw not, or refused to see,

Hail, happy power! that to the present lends How weak the reasoning of our hopes may be,

Such views; not all on Fortune's wheel And said — “Dear uncle, I my king obey'd,

depends, And for his glory's sake the soldier play'd;

Hope, fair enchantress, drives each cloud Now a like duty shall your nephew rule,

away, And for your vengeance I will play the fool.'

And now enjoys the glad, but distant day. 'Twas well; but ere they parted for repose, A solemn oath must the engagement close. “Swear to me, nephew, from the day you

Still fears ensued; for love produces fear. meet

"To this dear maid can I indeed be dear? This cruel girl, there shall be no deceit;

My fatal oath, alas ! I now repent ; That by all means approved and used by man

oved and used by man Stern in his purpose, he will not relent; You win this dangerous woman, if you can; l.

Would, ere that oath, I had Camilla seen! That being won, you my commands obey, |

I had not then my honour's victim been: Leave her lamenting, and pursue your way;

!I must be honest, yet I know not how, And that, as in my business, you will take

'Tis crime to break, and death to keep my My will as guide, and no resistance make :

vow.' Take now an oath-within the volume look, There is the Gospel-swear, and kiss the Sir Owen closely watch'd both maid and man,

book.'

And saw with joy proceed his cruel plan : "It cannot be,' thought Charles, he cannot

Then gave his praise-She has it-has it rest

deep In this strange humour,- it is all a jest, In her capricious heart,-it murders sleep; All but dissimulation-Well, sir, there;

You see the looks that grieve, you see the Now I have sworn as you would have me

eyes that weep: swear.'

Now breathe again, dear youth, the kindling "Tis well, the uncle said in solemn tone;

fire, Now send me vengeance, Fate, and groan And let her feel what she could once inspire. |

for groan!

The time is come: the soldier now must meet Alas! obedience was an casy task,
Th' unconscious object of the sworn deceit. So might he cherish what he meant to axl:

He ventured soon, for Love prepared his way, | To his obedience made his wishes stoop,
He sought occasion, he forbad delay; And now admitted, now excluded hope;
In spite of vow foregone he taught the youth | As lovers do, he saw a prospect fair,
The looks of passion, and the words of truth; And then 80 dark, he sank into despair.
In spite of woman's caution, doubt, and fear,
He bade her credit all she wish'd to hear;
An honest passion ruled in either breast, The uncle grieved; he even told the youth
And both believed the truth that both That he was sorry, and it seem'd a truth;

profess'd.

But though it vex'd, it varied not his mind, | He bound himself,and would his nephew bind.

I told him this, placed danger in his view, But now, 'mid all her new-born hopes, the Bade him be certain, bound him to be true;

eyes

| And shall I now my purposes reject, of fair Camilla saw through all disguise, Because my warnings were of no effect?' Reserve, and apprehension-Charles, who Thus felt Sir Owen as a man whose cause

now

Is very good-it had his own applause. Grieved for his duty, and abhorr'd his vow, Told the full fact, and it endear'd him more; She felt her power, and pardon'd all he swore, Since to his vow he could his wish prefer, And loved the man who gave his world for her. | Our knight a tenant had in high esteem,

| His constant boast, when justice was his

theme: What must they do, and how their work ne

He praised the farmer's sense, his shrewd

discourse, begin,

Free without rudeness, manly, and not coarse; Can they that temper to their wishes win?

As farmer, tenant, nay, as man, the knight They tried, they fail'd; and all they did t' as- |

Thought Ellis all that is approved and right; suage

Then he was happy, and some envy drew, The tempest of his soul provoked his rage; For knowing more than other farmers knew; The uncle met the youth with angry look,

They call'd him learned, and it sooth'd their And cried, “Remember, sir, the oath you

pride, took ;

While he in his was pleased and gratified. You have my pity, Charles, but nothing Still more t' offend, he to the altar led

more,

The vicar's niece, to early reading bred; Death, and death only, shall her peace restore;

: Who, though she freely ventured on the life, And am I dying ?-I shall live to view

Could never fully be the farmer's wife; The harlot's sorrow, and enjoy it too.

She had a softness, gentleness, and ease, How! Words offend yon? I have borne for

Sure a coarse mind to humble and displease: years

|0! had she never known a fault beside, Cnheeded anguish, shed derided tears,

How vain their spite, how impotent their Felt scorn in every look, endured the stare

pride! Of wondering fools, who never felt a care;l Three

: Three darling girls the happy couple bless'd, On me all eyes were fix'd, and I the while

Who now the sweetest lot of life possess'd; Sustaind the insult of a rival's smile.

For what can more a grateful spirit move And shall I now--entangled thus my foe,

| Than health, with competence, and peace, My honest vengeance for a boy forego?

with love ? A boy forewarn'd, forearm’d? Shall this be

borne, And I be cheated, Charles, and thou forsworn? Ellis would sometimes, thriving man! retire Hope not, I say, for thou mayst change as To the town-inn, and quit the parlour-fire;

well

But he was ever kind where'er he went, The sentence graven on the gates of hell— And trifling sums in his amusements spent: Here bid adieu to hope,--here hopeless He bought, he thought for her-she should beings dwell.

have been content: But does she love thee, Charles? I cannot Oft, when he cash received at Smithfield-mart,

live

At Cranbourn-alley he would leave a part; Dishonourd, unrevenged-I may forgive, And, if to town he follow'd what he sold, Bat to thy oath I bind thee; on thy soul Sure was his wife a present to behold. Seek not my injured spirit to control; Still, when his evenings at the inn were spent, Seek not to soften, I am hard of heart, She mused at home in sullen discontent; Harden'd by insult:-leave her now, and And, sighing, yielded to a wish that some

part,

With social spirit to the farm would come: And let me know she grieves while I enjoy There was a farmer in the place, whose name,

her smart.'

And skill in rural arts, was known to fame; Charles first in anger to the knight replied, He had a pupil, by his landlord sent, Then felt the clog upon his soul, and sighd: On terms that gave the parties much content;

The youth those arts, and those alone, should | Friendship with woman is a dangerous learn,

thingWith aught beside his guide had no concern : Thence hopes avow'd and bold confessions He might to neighb'ring towns or distant

spring : ride,

Frailties confess'd to other frailties lead, And there amusements seek without a guide: And new confessions new desires succeed; With handsome prints his private room was And, when the friends have thus their hcarts graced,

disclosed, His music there, and there his books were They find how little is to guilt opposed.

placed :

The foe's attack will on the fort begin, Men knew not if he farm’d, but they allow'd When he is certain of a friend within.

him taste.

When all was lost, or, in the lover's sight. Books, prints, and music, cease, at times, when all was won,--the lady thought of to charm, .

flight. And sometimes men can neither ride nor farm; / What! sink a slave?' she said, “and with They look for kindred minds, and Cecil found,

deceit In Farmer Ellis, one in form’d and sound; The rigid virtue of a husband meet? But in his wife-I hate the fact I tell —

No! arm’d with death, I would his fury A lovely being, who could please too well:

brave, And he was one who never would deny land own the instice of the blow he gave! Himself a pleasure, or indeed would try. But thus to see him easy, careless, cold, Early and well the wife of Ellis knew

And his confiding folly to behold; Where danger was, and trembled at the view; To feel incessant fears that he should read, So evil spirits tremble, but are still

In looks assumed, the cause whence they Evil, and lose not the rebellious will:

proceed, She sought not safety from the fancied crime, I cannot brook; nor will I here abide And why retreat before the dangerous time? Till plian

Till chance betrays the crime that shame Oft came the student of the farm and read,

would hide: And found his mind with more than reading | Fly with me, Henry!' Henry sought in vain

fed :

To sooth her terrors and her griefs restrain: This Ellis seeing, left them, or he staid,

He saw the lengths that women dared to go, As pleased him, not offended nor afraid :

And'fear'd the husband both as friend and foc. He came in spirits with his girls to play,

of farming weary- for the guilty mind Then ask excuse, and, langhing, walk away:1 When, as he enter'd, Cecil ceased to read,

away: Can no resource in guiltless studies find,

Left to himself, his mother all unknown, He would exclaim: Proceed, my friend, His titled father, loth the boy to own,

proceed!

llad him to decent expectations bred, Or, sometimes weary, would to bed retire,

re, A favour'd offspring of a lawless bed; And fear and anger by his ease inspire.

| And would he censure one who should pursue My conversation does he then despise ?

The way he took? Alicia yet was new: Leaves he this slighted face for other eyes? Her passion pleased him: he agreed on flight: So said Alicia ; and she dwelt so long

They fix'd the method, and they chose the Upon that thought, to leave her was to wrong.

night. Then, while the Farmer read of public

crimes, Alas! the woman loved the soothing tongue, Collating coolly Chronicles and Times That yet pronounced her beautiful and The flight was taken by the guilty pair,

young;

That made one passage in the columns there. The tongue that, seeming careless, ever

praised; The eye that roving on her person gazed; The heart of Ellis bled; the comfort, pride. The ready service, on the watch to please ; | The hope and stay of his existence died; And all such sweet, small courtesies as these. Rage from the rain of his peace arose, Still there was virtue, but a rolling stone And he would follow and destroy his foes : On a hill's brow is not more quickly gone; Would with wild haste the guilty pair pursue The slightest motion,-ceasing from our And when he found-Good heaven! what care,

would he do? A moment's absence, - when we're not That wretched woman he would wildly seier

aware,

And agonize her heart, his own to ease : When down it rolls, and at the bottom lies, That guilty man would grasp, and in her sight Sunk, Jost, degraded, never more to rise! Insult his pangs, and her despair excite; Far of the glorious height from whence it | Bring death in view, and then the strek fell,

suspend, With all things base and infamons to dwell. And draw out tortures till his life should end

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