■ L"wa BOOK ism THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES '/, *f^ //?* (.(. THE BUGGY:" OB, ME. TUENBULL'S ADVENT UEES IN THE NEW WOELD. A SERIOCOMIC ROMANCE, IN RHYME. BY GEORGE HARDY TATAM. LONDON : MAIR & SON, 34, BEDFORD STREET, STRAND, AND 22, HENRIETTA STEEET, COVENT GARDEN, W.C. 1860. DOM 0. DUTF AHS 00., OBAKS 'WTBT, FLEET STREET CANTO I. CONTENTS. canto n. 18 CANTO III. 39 CANTO IV. 66 CANTO V. 99 CANTO VI. 132 CANTO vn. 162 CANTO vm. 190 841983 "THE BUGGY:" CANTO I. i. After experience of my versic powers, I find I don't excel in the sublime — My muse is comic, and profusely showers Her choicest gifts, when called on, any time — True she can sing of love, and ladies' bowers, And when she does so, makes a pretty rhyme, But still her forte is comedy. The serious She shuns as something highly deleterious. ii. And so here goes. At once upon the Sea Of Poesy my Fairy Vessel floats — Her masts erect, her proud flag flying free — To skim thro' Helicon the best of boats She'll prove herself ere long to all to be As this, my fancy's flight itself denotes — An accident I sing, which once I met with When in a Buggy I a friend was set with. in. Reader, if thou hast ever travell'd far, Perhaps thou'st seen Toronto's pleasant city — Tis by thy waves, Ontario, which are, When by the sunbeams kissed, to gaze on. pretty- Nor does Toronto's Bay the landscape mar Nearly surrounded by a natural jetty, — With just a narrow entrance to the port, Of many a craft and steamer the resort. B TIIK BU66T: (Ca- IV. Weil ! iii my youthful days, 1 tl ring — "l'i> good while young some travel t<> enjoy — It much improves the mind; ami ia hut paying The price for knowledge — which like maiden coy — Requires much courtship — unto none displaying Iu charms without he winning art employ, — [nstruction Beeking, therefore, I left borne, A lad in years, in Western climes to roam. V. Ingenuous youth, from this our sea-girt i-lo, .Make once, at Least, a Continental tour — I speak of those who, blest with Fortune's smile, Know not the meaning of the words — " I'm poor" — Money their aid, a few months they beguile In viewing Europe from their carriage door, Returning home so many travell'd zanies, They prove how strange au animal a man is. vr. But I was poor — bow else were I a poet ? — 'Tis odd that nature gave me the desire To see far lands and nations strange, altbo' it Costs much to those who travelling admire. ! i was my passion — nor could I forego it, — So scraping up what cash I might require, I went to Canada instead of Italy, And soon was where Toronto's thriving city lay. vi r. I thought t' would cheaper be to travel where Infant society was not armed At that perfection when it is its care As much to pocket, as can be derived, Of cash — from travelers having it to spare — By which means Europeans have contrived Of stout John Bull to make a pretty penny By of overcharges quite a miscellany. CANTO I.] A POEM. 3 vni. But to resume — I was then at Toronto Spending my leisure, eke a little money — In search of recreation I had gone to Places whose Indian-sounding names would stun ye, And after wand'ring a long time had grown to Require repose, and so in this good town I Took up my quarters at the best Hotel, Where I was fed and lodg'd extremely well. rx. And was assembled there a joyous knot Of youths, and old men, and of middle age Some human specimens, with many a plot T' improve their state in life and earn them wage ; With some who, like myself, car'd not a jot In the pursuit of lucre to engage — Some spent their days in pleasure, some in business — Some sober were — some drank themselves to dizziness. x. T'was summer — summer there is past a joke — Not like our English imitation faint Of summers — in whose Dog-days coat or cloak Is oft-times felt by no means a restraint : But summer which with thirst nigh makes you choke, Parches your lips, and gives the meat a taint. Not Paradise itself can give a nobler Luxury then — than is a Sherry-Cobbler. xr. Oft when my thirsting lips have felt to be Like leathern fences to preserve my teeth — When my furr'd tongue and mouth could scarce agree T' allow my lungs thro' them to draw a breath — Oft have I deem'd that no felicity Either in Heav'n above or Earth beneath, Could be compar'd to sucking thro' that straw, By which the Cobbler to your lips you draw. Tin: BUGGI : [castv i. xii. oil! Yankee-land. <>h! Yankee-land I We smile At thy eccentric men and curious ways — Thy Customs would lie lattgh'd at in our i .Nor would thy manners gain the nurd of praiae. r.ut one may travel weary mile on mile, May thirst and hunger many, many days In England, till exhausted nature ihrinkj Nor l'md thy Bweet variety of drink. XIII. Thy Cobbler, Julep, and thy Cocktail arc To thirsty souls perfection in their way; And he may bless indeed his lucky star Who can refresh him with them every day — When the sun scorches him, there is the bar Affording means of moistening his clay — And if by Temperance he's rendered nice He can have water there sublim'd with ice. XIV. Bach clime affords to man a grand production — Holland its liqupr, France it- laughing wine, These both are deem'd delicious in the suction — Both to their makers give ot wealth a mine ; Who, without them, would find a great reduction Of riches which do in their coffers shine. America can also please the throttle With drinks as jrlorious as Anti-teetotal. xv. And now, my muse, let us resume our story, Or men will think we bibulous have grown ; And that thy inspiration is a glory By taking stimulants upon me thrown; And that my glass makes me thus dilatory In writing fairly out what should be shown, Lest any such a false impression take, Enow, ;lrinkiiig water, I these verses make. Canto I] A POEM. ." XVI. A beauteous morning dawn'd upon the world, The sun shone brightly and the sky was blue, The wavy mists which on the lake were curl'd, Melted in wreaths as the day onward drew. Full many a bark, with canvas neatly furl'd, Lay by the quay where loung'd their motley crew ; The lake's clear waters, mirror of the sky, Exposed their secrets to the gazer's eye. XVII. It was the Sabbath morn. No busy hum Disturb'd the silence — the deserted streets Confess'd the day of rest to man was come ; That day the toil-worn lab'rer gladly greets, For then rejoicing in bis quiet home His love-fraught glance his wife and children meets, For on that day alone of all the week, He may repose and recreation seek. xvm. The tinkling bells, a jubilee to man, From many a tow'r sonorously proclaimed ; And now a crowd the observer's eye might scan, On holy errand, nor of it asham'd, As well-attir'd they their walk began To church or chapel as Ms creed each fram'cL The streets that lately were a solitude Again receiv'd a thronging multitude. XIX. Which multitude all calmly walk'd and slow, Save where a morning loit'rer hurried by, Having at home remain'd till forc'd to go, By warning bell, to raise his pray'r on high ; Or where another, scorning outward show Of Piety, prepar'd the town to fly, And in the woods and by the streams to seek, One day of rural pleasure in the week. Tlir. B1 '.'.Y : [Oawo I XX. I i--u'd fortli and miked amidst tfa ■ orowdi itranger ai gst strangers, from a land Whose hardy sons may veil indeed be proud To see their offspring on this distant strand, With the same spirit as their sires endowM, Raising their weekly pray'rs with impulse grand To the Almighty in that aerrons tongue, Which e'er sliall England's glorious name prolong. xx r. And this reminds me, a short time before An incident oceurr'd which made my heart Expand with pride and pleasure that thy shore, Albion, to me a birth-place did impart. Those who cross seas and distant lands explore In some unheard of spot a subject -tart For conversation, which to memory brings Thoughts of past scenes to which she fondly cliugs. XXII. With some the feeling is regret for home — That home, which when 'twas near they viewed with scorn, Now dimly seen across the ocean's foam — Themselves with wand'ring heart-sick and forlorn — 1 low like a strain of music does it come, By gentle zephyrs magically borne — A melody— "The light of other days!" Back to their hearts that brings — the past displays. xxni. In some 'tis waken'd by a face — an eye — Or the description of some maiden fair, Which draws from lover's heart the pent-up sigh, And makes him wish he had his lov'd one there — Or rather, homeward-turning he drew nigh Her presence, who has sworn his fate to share — For let them sneer who will, I say, that no man Has tasted joy who has not lov'd a woman. Caxto I.] A POEM. XXIV. To those, whom from their fatherland have driv'n Civil commotion or rebellion rude, This feeling paints the fields where they have striv'n- And many a pang will ou their hearts intrude Hopelessly exil'd — violently riv'n To them are ties to be no more renew'd. Oh ! how delightful looms that cherish'd shore, Which they are doom'd to visit — never more. xxv. Others again have left a wife behind, And prattling children, who around their knees Would press at evening, clamouring for a kind Expression or fond look, like clustering bees. Of this remembrance comes across their mind, Which the sweet picture all-despairing sees, For mountains rear their crests, wide oceans rage, 'Twixt them and thou who all their thoughts engage XXVI. To some this feeling is a gush of joy, When from a stranger's lips good tidings flow — A father hears the praises of his boy — A son some friend of yesterday bestow Praises upon his sire — without alloy With pleasure, this, his bosom makes to glow. His country's triumphs a brave warrior learns By chance, and with his pristine ardour burns. XXVII. Such joyful feeling crept into my breast, My country's praise in foreign lands to hear Reverence for her by foreign lips exprest, This well-nigb drew from eyes long dry a tear. 'Twas in the midst of wine and song and jest The graceful tribute gratified my ear : Graceful, for he who paid it kindred claimed With a race conquer'd by the land he nam'd. ^ Tin: i-i OGl : to 1 XXVIII We irere ajoyous company on board a steamboat up th' Ottawa briskly BailL Nature does ber choices! charms afford, With Lovelie ry the tr;i\ tl!t-r hailing; wood and wain- and tin- land are stor*d With beauties it would take a montb detailing — Dense forests, frowning rocks, and waterfalls, Where Solitude Primaeval man appals. xx rx. In many a pool and on the marshy sward, The Bull-frog's croaking tills tin- ear of might ; Far as lie gazes round, by silence awM, Save for these sounds, and now and then the flight Of birds whose throats did never yet afford A cadence, to the voyager no Bight Appears, but trees v. hose dense impervious shade I- in a dark and death-like mass displayed. xxx. \n 1 so I glided as up Lethe's stream, But not to me was loss of memory giv'n ; Pacing' the deck alone, my boyhood's dream Of future Glory and on Earth a Ileav'n M me. In my rapture nought did seem So high, t' attain it, it should not be striv'n — Wealth, Power, and the smile from beauty's i Were surely mine as Fancy pictur'd by. xxxr. <>h ! that those dreamin could come again— With all their blest illusion.-,! What delight, Led by •• imagination's airy train," Then, as I walked, entrane'd my soul that night — What years of cank'ring .sorrow, care, ami pain, Upon me since have cast their withering blight- Yet memory clings with fondness to that hour Ere yet misfortune's clouds began to lower. Canto I.] A POEM. 9 XXXII. The moon was shining in the beauteous sky — A silver crescent in the blue profound — The stars around their queen in groups did lie, Twinkling and sparkling the horizon round — The low night breeze " 'rapt Nature's Lullaby" Made, and the Paddle-wheels, the only sound. All was so calm, so still, so death-like there, From Earthly thoughts I turn'd, and breath'd a pray'r. xxxm. A pray'r !— for surely, in that hour and place, Thoughts of Omnipotence must intervene. Below the sleeping earth— above, all space Confess'd no chance had fram'd that goodly scene, The Atheist there would feel compell'd to trace Where the Eternal's hand at work had been. Soften'd and charnt'd, at length, I turn'd away Into the cabin— to conclude the day. xxxrv. And so in social converse round we drew ; Each nam'd his native land and prais'd her sons— The Scotchman elocpient on Scotland grew— The Irishman o'er Erin's glories runs— The Yankee boastful, almost ceas'd to chew, While he proclaim'd America's " Great Guns" — The Frenchman, fir'd with all a Gaul's vivacity, Talk'd loudly of his nation's great capacity ! XXXV. The Spaniard gave a recapitulation Of all the glory which his sires had gain d, What time Columbus open'd to his nation A world which long secluded had remain'd ; The Dutchman, smoking in his country's fashion, Claim' d the proud place which Holland has attained - By industry and skill in naval matters, And commerce, which such wealth and plenty scatters. 10 Tin: BUGGY. : [Casto I. xxxvr. In -.hort, each country a defender there, I Hid in Borne child or other <>f its soil — England alone was left without a share Of praise, for I a long time did recoil From taking any part in the affair, Dreading the evening's harmony to spoil— Until, at length, a stranger from the vest, With much civility, me thus addrest : — xxxvir. " Sir, why thus silent are you while each man Hi- country mentii os and proclaims its praise? I've waited since the argument began To know what nation honour'd was to 'raise' So courteous, so complete a gentleman, With whom I've Bpent the pleasantest of days." " Since then," replied I, " you thus me importune, To be an Englishman I've the misfortune." XXXVIII. " Misfortune," cried the stranger who'd address'd me, " I'd give my worldly wealth and wander o'er The earth in rags, nor care what clime possess'd me, Could I claim kindred with that glorious shore — Of British feeling nothing can divest me, French was my sire — the mother that me bore Was also French, but I am English quite — I hate a Yankee — England's my delight. xxxix. " I speak no French. My days have ever been Spent anionic English in yon Western wild. A Protestant — I'm every Sunday seen At church, and with me there my wife and child. My wife is English also, and I mean My son a thoro' Briton shall be styl'd. I wonder then to hear a Briton-born, Speak of his father-land in terms of scorn." Canto I.] A POEM. 11 XL. " My friend," said I, " this company are all Impressed with the idea that each is blest, Because the lot on him has chanc'd to fall To claim the country which he has confess'd — My nation does not need, thank God! a brawl To make the world believe it is the best. I therefore spoke in irony ; but you Have given to England what I think her due. XLI. " Now in that country's name which you have prais'd My thanks I give you from the inmost core Of this my heart — delighted and amazed To hear a stranger to my native shore — One who on Albion's cliffs has never gaz'd, Thus blessings on her and on her sons implore. All comment I could make would now seem vanity, After your speech conceiv'd with such urbanity." xxn. And upon this I crept into my berth, Leaving the gay carousers o'er their glass, Prouder than ever of that spot of Earth Where I my boyhood and my youth did pass — I slept but little, for the din of mirth Rang in my ears all jocund as it was. But in my memory I've treasur'd since The noble heart that stranger did evince. XLIII. Well ! I was going to church — but went astray — Not morally, but mentally to tell The story you have just been reading — pray, Have I not told it excellently well ? And now I will proceed upon my way To church where me invites the organ's swell — The congregation, at the door and in, Are crowding to confess their weekly sin. 12 Tin: BU0Q1 : [Ou M.IV. Twaa the cathedral church and dedicate To thai Apostle who was bight St. James — Kept in repair without the aid <>f rate Which England'! Church in England bo much >hames— But on its itructnre to expatiate Knowledge of building more than I hare claims- Suffice it to observe that it was spacious And well adapted to the art loquacious. XI.V. It chancM upon the day that I was there The Bishop of the diocese did preach — I have forgotten ju-t exactly where The text was which he took the truth to teach- But I remember from the opening prayer To when had ceas'd the accents of his speech, I thought a pulpit cushion ne'er put paw on A better preacher than was Dr. Strachan. XI. VI. The church was fill'd. The audience were array'i In decent garments, and no doubt perianal To that class which is call'd the " upper grade" Here, as in England : and, of course, disdain'* To mix with those who wield the axe and spade- So much of ancient custom is retain'd In Trans-Atlantic regions as at home, All thro' the colonies tho' you should roam. xi.vu. And let me tell the artizan who dreams Of an equality beyond the sea, Which to his cozen'd gaze delightful sec That no Republic, howsoever free, With such abundance of good feeling teems - makes the affluent and the worker be Equal— apart plac'd all respect to pelf— Where a man loves his neighbour more than self. Canto I.] A POEM. 13 xxyiii. Let a man travel that Republic o'er, The grandest in expanse the world has seen, From the Pacific to the Atlantic shore, From Maine to where upon the water's sheen Of thy Gulf, Mexico, gleams many an oar ; And when the toilsome journey he has been, He will confess, if he have auy candour, Dollars alone are requisite for grandeur. XLIS. No Cincinattus, in those Western lands, Is call'd by Seuates from behind the Plough : There Washington himself a memory stands Alone in glory— no such men are now — Dollars are solely grasp'd for by all hands— Golden's the laurel which adorns each brow, And public Virtue would be scorned in rags, If Vice produced his store of money-bags. L. For dreams Utopian nowhere can be found, For one not obstinate a better cure, Than just America to travel round, And thus a knowledge of each state procure — He'll find more freedom upon British ground Than where, with semblance false, Republics lure, And become prouder of his native land Each step he takes upon an alien strand. LI. Alas ! my muse, my dilatory muse ! Philosophising here you are again ; Your style is, past forgiveness, too diffuse, To tell your story you attempt in vain — Just when your reader the main-thread renews, Off you are scamp'ring in a different strain. Tell us your tale, but spare us your reflections, To which might offer all sorts of objections. 14 riir. r.i <. I mention, I fell "passing strange," I thought the men were eating for a l»-t. Hazarding their digestion t<» derange — And that the ill by dollars would be i And so their health they would for *-; i ~li exchange, But soon I found it was their daily custi And wondered much their dinners never burst 'em. I. XI. But, by the time I -peak of. I had grown I Vd to their ways, and acted on that use — Tims to tin- table when I Bat me down, Round me I look'd, determined not to lose An instant my de-ires in making known So that attention prompt I might induce. I got my plate fill'd, and with knife and fork At once I fell right manfully to work. I.XII. 1 need not say of what I there partook — What dish I f.ivor'd, what untouch'd I left — That which I ate did credit to the cook And from the board of half its bulk bereft Was when removed -nor hov/ " by hook or crook " My share of food I kept from neighbour's theft, And manag'd a fair dinner to obtain, Which some I notie'd struggl'd for in vain. i.xnr. Suffice it, dinner ended, as must end This Canto of my Poem ; for I find, As I proceed Buch recollections blend With what to tell you I, at first, design'd That tho' for brevity I much contend And to diffoseness am nowise inclin'd, My muse nry mistress is, and leads me on To write more fully than I should have done. < WTO J. A POEM. 17 LXIY. Therefore, my gentle reader, for a time I must to you say that " wild word " Adieu ! That which I've written I believe 's sublime, And, what is better, altogether true : Another stanza, and my pleasing- rhyme You'll have as I it from my fancy drew : At least the opening Canto is completed, To it your kind attention is entreated. LXV. Farewell! The best of friends, we know, must part, But that from parting ne'er removes the sting, Tho' the necessity wrings many a heart, Yet hopes of future meetings comfort bring My reader (fair as gentle p'rhaps thou art!) I promise thee I have not ceas'd to sing ; But soon another Canto shall delight thee, Which I intend immediately to write thee. END OF CANTO I. 18 TIIK B! 001 a> II. CANTO I I. I. Tur.nr: was a youth whom no poetic dreama Had e'er disquieted— a humdrum soul — ( >n whom tlio green woods and the murm'ring streams With DOUght of magical allurement stole — And Nature which, to me enchanting seem-;, Could never him from plodding ways cajole. His genius was anti-sentimental — Our being - friends a thing quite accidental. n. And yet I lov'd him ; and he clung to me — We met at the Hotel where I was staying ; In nothing earthly did our thoughts agree Save in a mutual sympathy displaying. lie stuck to business — I, from business free In search of pleasure was all idly straying ; Yet in his hours of freedom he and I Were ever to he found in company. nr. There arc who preach of sympathetic souls, And frienships firm by kindred spirits forru'd: Upon their theory fishes swim in shoals And bees Platonic, by a sound, are Bwarm'd ; From love of grubbing miners dig for coals Their hearts of course, all lire-dam]) proof being warm \1 ; The Blacksmith loves his fellow, and the Sweep Will at a brother "Booty's" sorrows weep. Cxxvo II.] A POEM. 19 IV. My own opinion differs much from theirs — How else were Duncan and myself such friends ? Men do not, I am sure, arrange in pairs Themselves, because an innate feeling bends One tow'rds the other. — P'rhaps in some affairs Interest a common object to them lends ; But this creates no friendships — oft makes foes, As ev'ry worldly man's experience shows. V. Far oft'ner minds the most contrasted meet, In friendship's ties to be no more dissolv'd. Variety to every man is sweet. He who in worldly cares is much involved Will, joyful, one who knows not of them, greet, To throw his mental burden off, resolv'd. The cunning man respects his simple neighbour, And his affection to obtain will labour. VI. I think, then, both in friendship and in love, The less similitude there is the better, Consult your mirror, and my axiom prove — To your own face your eyesight would you fetter ? One tires of looking at ihe skies above ; And even Venus, if you often met her, Would seem less beautiful than when at first She on your raptur'd eye celestial burst. VII. This is the reason, I presume, why ladies Withdraw themselves so oft from lovers' ken ; After the indelible impression made is, They flit before you and are gone again. A woman to display herself afraid is, Too often to the earnest gaze of men, For fear her loveliness should not bear scrutiny, And her admirers thus, perchance, should mutiny. Till. I'.i i.i.V : VIII But lit Philosophers the question settle I theorizing on it to their fill. I actc are so Btuhhorn, that o'er then they'll get ill. If t<> them they oppose their fancies still — I know it stings your dreamer like a nettle, When demonstration contradicts his will; Bui in) philosophy is quite Baconian. I've no more speculation than an onion. IX. On this I pride myself, because I >eo The world around me as it really is— 1 love it, though its ways may evil be. Misanthrophy on me confers no bliss. The world's smile I ne'er court, nor ever fleo From its derision as a serpent's hiss — If it should giggle, I can join in laughter, And if it mourn, I'm uone the worse thereafter. x. This i- your true Philosophy— all else I- idle dreaming, and disturbs repose. A man deserves most richly cap and hells Who's always brooding o'er a hoard of woes With Buch as he are peopled madmen's cells, For this to madness by indulgence grow- 1 I thank my -tars my view- of life are jolly, Nothing's more farcical than melancholy! xr. Bill Duncan and myself, I said, were friends— 'Tis for this reason that I call him "Bill''— Familiarity, I know, offends Whose heads are stupid, and whose hearts are chill— With such t' annihilate esteem it tends ; They speak as if they'd undergone a drill. 1 love full liberty of conversation, And all restraint's my utter detestation. Canto II] A POEM. 2L XII. " Bill," I addressed him, as we rose from table (We'd been at dinner, yon'll p'rhaps bear in mind), " A horse, you tell me, you have in the stable ; To take a journey I feel much inclin'd. To get the landlord's Buggy we'll be able, And some spot worth a visit soon can find." " Let not a doubt of that your thoughts encumberj" Was his reply ; " we'll drive out to the Humber." XIII. " Agreed," I said ; " I know the place you mention Is worth beholding ; let us then prepare." He answered : " It shall be so — apprehension I have not any, if we promise care> The landlord will oppose this our intention, But lend his Buggy, should we speak him fair 5 You change your dress— I'll go below and see him, And if words will not gain our wish, I'll fee him." xrv. We separated. To my room I went, While Bill the landlord sought within the bar 5 Not many minutes at my glass I spent, And Avhilst eugag'd there, left the door ajar, Smiling at which my friend, on journey bent, Appear'd, his face effulgent as a star — " The Buggy's borrow'd !" was his exclamation 5 ** So now let's forward to our destination. XV. " The hostler in the yard is making ready — My driving coat's upstairs — I'll just go don it— The animal I own is wondrous steady, And would obey a lady in a bonnet. He goes with the precision of an eddy, Nor makes a fuss about it, having done it — So that all thought of danger's out of question, Let no alarm, then, injure your digestion." 22 THE 01 GOT : roll XVI. •• Hill," my rejoinder was, " I am not nervous, Ami in equestrian i am Bkill'd ; l hare n«> doubl will nobly Berve us, Being with good provender bo amply fill'd." This afternoon the people Bhall observe us ( [f but the Buggy be of decent build), A- t" the Uumber we so Btylish dash on, our whole turn-out the very pink of fu^hioii. xvn. Be quick,- Til take a pipe while you are dressing— You see how all-Adoni—like I Btand; No Venus, 1 am sad to Bay, possessing — To love to wile me with caresses bland— I need not waste our moments in confessing The Goddess should not me with coldness brand." Quoth Bill, "I'm wholly of your way of thinking, When Love's propitious I detest all shrinking." XVIII. He left me then, and I the stairs descended With rapid strides norlook'd where I was going— My headlong course, however, soon was ended, Its impetus a lady overthrowing. Full twenty steps— our forms together blended— Downward we roll'd, nor knew what we were doing- Love's dart in both our hearts at once did rankle, We lost our hearts— and Harriet spraiu'd her ankle. xix. I was the first to rise. Before me lay — Her dress disordered by her sudden fall — As sweet a girl as ever saw the day Trembling and faint. Her pallor did appal My heart as her to aid I did essay, Giving assistance thro' that spacious hall : My arm was thrown around her — her's embraced me, In what a Paradise that tumble plac'd me. Canto n.] A POEM. 23 XX. We reach'd a room at last, and her fair form Upon a couch all tenderly I laid. Her perfum'd breath my brow* with moisture warm, Slightly suffus'd. Her pouting- lips display'd Within their coral her teeth's ivory charm — Her eyes as yet were hidden by the shade Of their long silken lashes — while a tear Did, like a pearl, upon their edge appear. XXI. She had not fainted — but I thought her fainting — I ran for water and a smelling bottle, The female servants of our fall acquainting, Who, soon things requisite for ladies brought all, When they're o'ercome. The scene was past all painting, One scream'd — I thought she would have split her throttle— Another shouted " murder," and a third All things improper with loud voice mferr , d. XXII. I kept them off as well as I was able, And sprinkled on her brow some drops of water. The " Sal Volatile " I from the table Next took, which to her senses quickly brought her — Her sweet eyes sent a glance inexplicable Thro' their moist lashes — when her mother sought her. 'Tis strange old ladies should drop in upon us Just at the moment when we'd have them shun us. xxm. But so it is, and this is fate's perversity, Which never can let lover's have their way — But them accords a due share of adversity, That makes them fonder grow at each delay — Meetings are sweeter from their very scarcity, When those who would prevent them are away. A loving word — a kiss — a sigh or two, Alas ! what mischief such proceedings do. 24 i III: in 0G1 : cvm.. n xx i\ When Harriet's mother came upon the scene, Her I accosted, ignorant of her name. I fancied lomewhere I ber face had teen, Bui did not call ko mind from whence she came, \> she approached, in haste, with angry mien, — While I look'd foolish, overpowerM with shame — But Harriet from my awkwardness retriev'd me, And as a friend hex mother soon receir'd me. SXT 1 found I liad a note of introduction From England to this very lady brought, Which when produced — a different construction To place on our adventure she was taught — To hare my charmer mor'd she gave instruction, Who, Leaning on me, her apartment sought — Now this, in tore, was literally fading Meanwhile Bill Duncan me aloud was calling. \\\ \ [ Thro' the clos"d door 1 tr/ld him " I was coming"— The lady on a couch I had deposited. Her pretty ankle lx-r mamma was thumbing ; And, so engag'd, I quitted them, there closeted— It was high-time, for <>n the panel drumming Was Bill— I op'd the door and found him close at it— "The Buggy's all prepared - the horse is prancing," He said be quick— the afternoon's- advancing." xx\lr. 1 left the room with Bill, and down the stairs Proceeded quickly, and the Buggy gain'd, All inattentive to his urgent pray'rs That what had passed Bhould Ixj l>y me expJaiud. Disgusted with the aspect of affairs lie mounted to the seat I had attained — Ourselves we settled — Bill oseum'd his whip And reins — and then we started on our trip. Casio ii.] A POEM. 25 XXVIII. Over the stones we rattled at a pace Which us precluded from all conversation. I thought of nothing but my charmer's face, And Bill desired to reach our destination. In silence thus we journey'd for a space, Not e'en indulging' in an exclamation ; But when at last we'd issued from the city, Bill thus address' d me in a tone of pity : — xx rx. " Poor fellow ! it is desperate I find, This sudden passion for that tumbling' lady ; I half suspected something of the kind As you detained me long when I was ready. At first I thought of leaving you behind To reap the harvest of your steps unsteady, But afterwards I felt it would relieve you This jaunt with me. Come, do not let it grieve you. xxx. " And now just tell me — what may she resemble ? That horrid door prevented me from seeing ; Of course all beauties in her face assemble, As is the case with each angelic being : I just observ'd her little white hand tremble When from your farewell grasp you it were freeing. Is all the rest as lovely as those fingers. Whose perfect moulding in my memory lingers ? xxxl. " But have you learnt her birth and expectations ? For these are truly most essential things ; You are a gentleman and your relations — — " A squirrel here took flight on leathern wings, Which made our steed exhibit some saltations That shook the Buggy, and deranged the springs : Bill to repair the damage made exertion, And I assisted — glad of the diversion. 2G Tin: BUG01 : [CA> !" II. We foand our hone's sadden freak had niatch'd A screw from its position — which being lost, Could urn, of coarse, as we were plac'd, be match'd. Thus our rebicle awry was toss'd, And almost from one axle was detached, Which made us fear tli«- chidings of oar 1 1 « » - 1 •, Tin' perspiration from our brows did trickle With working— wern't we in a pretty pickle? XXXIII. Bill pull'd his hat off; and his steaming brow Wip'd with his handkerchief, and Look'd around, "What must we do to righl 08, Turnhull, now?" He said, while I sat panting on the ground. I answer'd, " I'm a- ignorant as a cow Of any remedy that can be found ; Had we a piece of rope we might secure it, But we have not, nor know where to procure it." xxxrv. Just then a spiral wreath of smoke we spied, Above the foliage of the forest stealing. "That rises from a hut," with joy, I cried ; " And we can get a cord by there appealing." "The plan's not bad," said Bill, " and must be tried, For we are in a ' fix,' there's no concealing Here I'll remain, while you your luck try yonder Observe your way, be sure, and do not wander." xxxv. I left Bill all disconsolately there, The fractur'd Buggy for his contemplation, And knowing we had little time to spare, Of speed began to make great demonstration I climb'd a snake fence, managing to tear In doing so, my left " continuation," And cross'd some clearings, soon the forest gain'd, Then paused, aud for the smoke my eyesight strain'd. Caxto II.] A POEM. 27 XXXVI. Those who of forests have conceived a notion From the small plots of woodland England grows, Will not behold, without intense emotion, Those trackless solitudes where Nature shews Her centuries of verdure — like the ocean Vast — but more awe-inspiring in repose ; Where daylight scarcely penetrates the density Of the dark foilage, in that green immensity. XXXVII. 'Tis true the forest I had wander'd o'er Far in the West ; but then 'twas with a guide— Alone its various pathways to explore, Ere this adventure I had never tried. Some small experience I had had before, And on its aid reluctantly relied ; I followed the first opening which appear'd The smoke to lead to, and by it I steer'd. XXXVIII. But soon 'twas lost to view, and then the place I thought it occupied the trees above, Blue as the sky around, without a trace Of smoke my erring vision did reprove — Quickly my eye swept the retherial space, Hoping the smallest whiff might upward move Alas ! 'twas gone ! a vapour had beguil'd me — To turn about I almost reconcil'd me. XXXIX. When thus I reason'd. " Bill will be excited And I shall seem an object of derision If I allow myself to be affrighted By the first obstacle." 'Twas my decision, E'en tho' in searching I should be benighted To find the hut where smoke had struck my vision ; With this intention I my path pursued Amid the intricacies of the wood. 28 nn: BUOOI : ito n. M.. Some time 1 struggled on where'er there ieem'd A wider space between the trtinka of trees, on which the sunshine glancing downward Btream'di Ami where my warm cheek met tin- gentle breeze. The wild vines here ami there festooning stream'd, And tin' long rank grass clang around my knees ; But .still 'twas forest all, no op'ning beckon'd To lead me to the hut on which I reckon'd. XI. I. How long I wander'd thus 1 cannot Bay, My limhs had weary grown, my brow perspir'd, When just, as with the roughness of the way, And its apparent endlessness I tir'd, On my right hand there was a clearing lay, Which mijltt contain the hut that 1 desir'd ; Thither I turn'd, and after some delays, My footsteps led me to a field of maize. XLII. A stump I mounted, round 1 cast a look, The clearing was extensive, and inclin'd With gradual sweep, to a meand'ring hrook On whose green hank, just at a curve, enshrin'd, All pieturesquely, in a forest nook, A farm-house stood— a model of its kind — [ts roof was shingled, and its walls were hoarded, And the farm-huildings with the house accorded. xr.nr. " Now I'm all right," said I, and cheerful grew, As walking round the maize I hastened on, I clear'd a log-fence and my gladden' d view Pastures exempt from timber broke upon Unsightly stumps, at intervals 'tis true, Displayed their hlackness in the glaring sun, And yet those jagged stumps, that withered sward, Did to my vision great relief afford. CAHTO II.] A POEM. 29 XLrv. The eye grows weary with too much of shade, And welcomes a contrasted glare of light ; At first 'tis dazzled — but, accustom'd made, Hail's its effulgence with intense delight. In pictures, when a sameness is display'd, Monotony of hue palls on the sight, A landscape for this reason, needs variety. Objects repeated oft beget satiety. XLV. 'Twas easy walking to the streamlet's brink, The exercise, in fact, restor'd my vigour. Its waters clear invited me to drink, And I, to moisten my parch' d lips was eager — My pocket flask I in the wave did sink, And prov'd myself a most accomplished swigger — That draught convinced me how replete with bliss " A cup of water in the desert" is. XLVI. Refreshed, I leap'd the stream, and onward went, Up the ascent gaining the last enclosure — A garden was before me — its extent Was limited, and southern its exposure — The gate I open'd, and my footsteps bent To the house door, beneath a porch of osier, Clinging round which were monthly roses blooming, And with their scent the atmosphere perfuming. XLVII. I'd only time for casual observation, And noted but what met my hurried glance — The premises seemed an approximation To English comfort — an unusual chance, At that remote verge of civilization, And of all round them so much in advance. The door I knocked at — to it quickly came A stout old gentleman a little lame. 30 ran BuoGi: -.to ii. XI. VIII. To him in piteous accents l related The dire mischance which broke our Buggy's spring, IIm.v lnv companion on the highway waited Till l rejoined him with some rope or strings Thus our position having fairly stated, I asked him "could he give me Buch a thing?" I li- answer was ,; Walk in, Sir, till I get it, Just taste my whiskey, aud you'll not regret it." WAX. •■ You m&mfataygued" (he us'd a brogue Hibernian), We went into a room ; and from the closet He reach'd a flask of Ireland's Falernian, Ami pour'd into a tumbler a deposit. "This i> the liquor," he exclaim'd, "to journey on," As with much gusto, neat, he down did toss it ; M Fill up your glass and then the rope I'll fetch you, Meanwhile upon the sofa you may stretch you." i.. I took some whiskey, which 1 drank diluted, And on the sofa stretch'd my weary frame — My host then left me, and I felt recruited. Quick, with the rope I ask'd for, back he came — He wish'd me, had it my convenience suited, To spend the day with him, and gave Iris name— My name I gave too, my inviter telling, At Stone's Hotel, Toronto, I was dwelling. LI. I ask'd him then to point a nearer way By which the spot I left I might attain, Regretted time forbade my longer stay, And promis'd soou to visit him again. A path he shew'd me where I could not stray, A ml where no forest could my steps detain. I follow'd it with ease across the clearing, Gaining the high-road on its edge appearing. Canto n. 1 A POEM. 31 LII. The road was bent into a gentle curve Just where our accident had taken place; And when I left Bill, I contriv'd to .swerve Into the forest not a little space. This, in returning, I could well observe, And all the circle I had made could trace — Once on the road, I onward press'd, proceeding To where I found Bill,— and his hackney feeding. liii. " What cheer ?" — he shouted loud, while at a distance, Puffing along the dusty way I toil'd— " Have you procur'd the desired assistance ?" The rope I shew'd him on my shoulder coil'd — He said, " our steed's enjoying his existence, While with this scorching sun I'm nearly broil'd. If he had known the consequence of shying In frolics he'd have been more self-denying." LIV. " Perhaps so," I replied, " a sage reflection ! But one that wont our broken spring repair. We'll set to work if you have no objection — I'll bind the fracture while you hold it there." " Agreed," he answer'd, following my direction, And of the operation took his share— The Buggy, by our efforts thus united, Upon its axle soon again was righted. LV. When we had finished, we the work survey' d With sentiments of intense approbation — u What ingenuity is here display'd !" Said Bill, regarding it with admiration. His steed he then caught which, the while, had stray'd, Regardless of the toil his calcitration Had brought upon us— 'twixt the shafts he plac'd him, And to the vehicle securely trac'd him. 32 THE 1U0GY ro i] I. VI. " Now," cried I, " had we better nut return ? Observe the bud siuk> tee the day Lb waning— And to a future time our trip ;i<1 j.nirii ; Do v.ni intend abroad all night remaining?" Hut the idea with anger Hill did ipnrn, Saying, the Humber he was bent <>u gaining — And hinting 'twas a wish to Bee my Lady That to go back again made me bo ready. i.vir. " Well!' 1 I replied, " Bill, onward let u- iraily, Not one am 1 to ltalk you of your whim — With you I'll £o wherever does the way lie, Only be cheerful, and don't look so grim— As for my charmer, I can see her daily, Should 1 return, uninjur'd life and limb, So mind your hackney. — See his ear- he's pricking! Or, in a ditch we soon shall both be sticking." i.vur. Quoth Bill, " 1 will"— and he applied the lash Most vigorously to his horse's flank, Drawing his reins tight, as with sidelong dash We graz'd with one wheel a projecting bank — Then, swifter than the Bummer-lightning's dash We eross'd the road and in a hollow sank. Said I, "your driving needs of way much latitude, And is remarkable for change of attitude. J. IX. " But don't you think, going Btraighl in one direction Will sooner bring us to our journey's end, Than thus of circles wildly many a section Describing, which to nothing good can tend?" " I do," was his reply—" and now -ubjection Shall make my steed his mode of progress mend — At length I feel his mouth— the pace is killing— The old saw teaches " use the horse that's willing." Canto II.] A POEM. 33 LX. The road was level— in a line extending, A bank on one side and a stream on t'other It from the forest on each hand defending — And now we pass'd a clearing — now another — Now up a gentle rise the ground was bending — Now sinking where the dust us did nigh smother — Th' excitement of the rapid locomotion Induc'd in us of pleasure an emotion. lxi. Sage Dr. Johnson in high terms extoll'd, As one of life's chief pleasures — of a chaise, While in the corner he securely loll'd — By two good roadsters on old England's ways From stage to stage, when trav'liug to be roll'd, "With nought to do but on the scene to gaze And muse upon it, as it met his vision — I think with him that feeling is Elysian. lxii. But still more glorious is the like sensation Beneath the bright sky of yon western land— Your spirit feels a joyous elevation As thro' the woods you make your progress grand— A Buggy, too, is of " Superior station" To an old " yellow-boy" bought, " Second hand"— The roads are quite as good in many places As those o'er which an English bagman races. LXIII. The landscape I'm describing has a sameness Because 'tis woodland all ; and yet a break Of the dense foliage it relieves from tameness, Shewing the dark blue waters of the lake When the sun plays upon them. But a lameness, Has seized my Pegasus — so you must take Half a description of a lovely whole, Could I, I'd finish it- -upon my soul I D Tin: BUGGY : .,,, n I.XIV. after all ! perhaps the Pain! outline I've liainM bo feebly, giro a better notion i thai which I'm desirous t<> define ; And for the grand inspires more devotion — Than if I'd tir*d you with attempts to Bhine — WIid can describe the waters of tlic ocean ? And who, ill verso to the nntravell'il e; Can aught like Forest Scenery supply : I. XV. The Sun had sunk, and on the topmost bougli3 Of the huge trees the moon was looking down; From the clear'd pastures homeward drove the cow-. The sturdy hind to the adjacent town ; When from my reverie I did arouse Myself, attracted by a milkmaid's gown, Which with Iter hand she held as forth >he stray'd, And her neat ankle to our view display'd. LXVI. First a log hut or two amongst the trees Mingled their pale smoke with the evening haze : Then, indications of more worldly ease, Houses of framework did their gahles rai And bams and cow-sheds in the rear of these, Built with great neatness met the stranger's gaze. Mores touched the street, and taverns there invited us, Which with the hope of food and rest delighted us. LXVII. The Humber dashing o'er a rocky bed, Frolics and Bparkles in the moonbeam's play. A small cascade, hy tiny streamlets, fed Its tribute pours of water and of spray Iuto the river, forming a mill-li Thus useful made to man when on its way — Below the mill stands— picturesque its Bite — An object of much beauty hy moonlight. Canto II.] A POEM. 35 LXVIII. We cross' d the river by a bridge of plank, And pull'd up at a tavern we descried Just to the left, upou the river's bank, Where Bill assured rue we should be supplied With good refreshment ; — and the host would thank Us for our custom did we there abide — The ostler took our steed, as we alighted In haste, for we had fear of being benighted. LXIX. The bar we entered — There we found mine host, Of whom we made immediate demand, If he could give us either boil'd or roast, For to assauge our appetite we'd plann'd. He said, of viand's cook'd he could not boast, But a beefsteak before us soon should stand. Each took a biscuit and a glass of sherry, Which I declared was good, and Bill said " very." LXX. We then were usher' d into a neat room — The furniture was plaiu, but bright and clean ; And the floor tokens shew'd of mop and broom, As if it scour'd recently had been ; Flowers and shrubs did in the window bloom, And black as jet the polish'd stove was seen — Upon the walls there hung a singing bird, A likeness also of King George the Third. LXXI. As if to show too that our host was neuter In politics, just opposite the King We noticed him to monarchs ne'er a suitor, But first the Crown's allegiance off to flintar-gazing like you or Herschell." IX.XXI. " A "reed,"' I answered— so we wended back Our plea-ant way beneath the moon and stars, Admiring many an object ou our track, The pointed rocks here glistening like spars- Ami there upon our vision frowning black Like castles ruin'd in our civil war-. The river's sweeps— its gambolings, its eddies ;— Until we thought— "how comfortable bed i- I " LXXXIT. We reach'd the tavern— took a pipe and glass— The landlord kindly gave us his society, A pleasant hour we contriv'd to pass, And cheerful grew— but not beyond sobriety— We hit the medium— difficult, alas ! 'Twixt temperance and rabid inebriety — We then our chambers gaxn'd, both neat and clean, And soon were snoring the white sheets between. LXXX1II. Now at this break of action I must pause— }ly heroes I have fairly put to bed; And so 1 think, by all poetic laws, My muse may also rest her weary head- Such is her will, which 1 obey, bee;. Without her aid my inspiration's fled— In Canto Third, T, ere I end, admonish you, I'll tell you matters which will much astonish you. END OF CANTO II. CAOTQ III.] A P0EM - 39 CANTO III. I. Why is it that we dream ?— does sleep produce Prophetic warnings of our future fate ? — Or does the mind fantastically choose Visions, without a meaning-, to create ? I know not — Yet we read the ancient Jews Relied with much faith on the dreamy state ; And Joseph gain'd his wondrous elevation, Because of dreams he knew th' interpretation. II. Perchance our modern mode of dreaming's wrong, Or for it no interpreters we find ; At all events our faith is not so strong In dreams as that which fill'd the Hebrew mind- But still a frightful night-mare lingers long In our remembrance, and with undefm'd Feelings of terror fills us— so intense We scarce can rid us of their influence. ill. However that may be— a troubled vision O'erpower'd my senses as in bed I lay — To the beefsteaks perhaps would a physician Ascribe, that night, my fancy's varied play ; And indigestion blame for the transition From scene to scene which led my mind astray — All I can say is— rapidly before me — Events were crowded after sleep came o'er me. Tin: BUGGY : [Canto III. IV. a gentle strain of music, sweetly stealing, Upon my rapl earsteep'd nay son] in bliss— afethought a fair girl, with much depth <>f feeling, A song was trilling in accord with this — We sat together— the piano pealing With dulcet sounds thai Beem'd my ear to kiss — 'Twas Harriet's fingers harmony awaking, Her ruby lips that warbling wore making. v. And ever and anon she fixed her ey< That, 'neath their lashes beam'd with fondest h On mine— while sighs of passion did arise Which for l'i a from my bosom strove ; — And when the page's end I did surmise She'd reach'd, to turn it, promptly would I move- Then, standing, I leant o'er her chair, approaching My cheek tow'rds hers, that blush'd at my encroaching. VI. And then the music ceased ;— and, arm-in-arm, The instrument we left and stepp'd together Upon a balcony — in no alarm Of interruption — It was glorious weather — The sun shone brightly, and the zephyrs calm Would not have ruffled in their play a feather — The broad St. Lawrence was majestic sweeping Below — its ripples on our senses creeping. VII. And we eonvers'd in that low murm'ring tone So sweet to lovers, as we gaz'd around — Our speech accompanied the waters moan In its low cadence, and by it was drown'd — Our eyes with eloquent affection shone And clasp'd in dalliance, were our fingers found — Since that first pair confess'd in Eden's bow'rs Their mutual passion, was not love like ours. camto in.] A POEM. 41 VIII. Then all was chang'd — Aloft with leaden hue, Frown'd on the storm-toss'd ship the lurid sky — The howling winds across the waters blew Which all around us heav'd, as mountains, high — A leak was sprung, and the despairing crew In drunken apathy prepared to die. I thought my time was come — upon me broke My Harriet's smile — I started and awoke. IX. I slept again — I was a wand'rer lone ; Forlorn and penniless I trudg'd along. From lengthen'd fast my limbs were trembling grown And dark thoughts on my mind did wildly throng- To rest my weary head I place had none So on the way sank down the stones among — Losing a short time every trace of sorrow As dreamless slumber did my senses borrow. x. But soon another vision fill'd my brain ! I was reclining in a prison's cell — Trying, without success, repose to gain ; And, on my fever'd ear, the midnight bell Struck, and each sound produc'd a pang of pain — The agony that moment brought, to tell No words are adequate — almost to madness I was incited in my hopeless sadness. XI. E'en then an angel-face upon me loom'd Bidding my hot eyes moisten into tears, And I, the accus'd one, and, perhaps the doom'd Wept with a joy that half dissolv'd my fears — ■ Sobbing I woke — the rolling thunder boom'd So loudly that it pain'd my startled ears — I rose, and viewed while seated at the casement A storm which shook the tavern to its basement. \'2 CHE Bl QG1 : ro III XII. no unusual thing, in thai bright clime, For sudden thunderstorms to till the sky! The evening may be clear al morning's prime To the rain's beat incessant may reply The thunder rumbling with a din sublime, While the black clouds careering madly fly — And the fork'd lightnings with effulgent play, shout o'er the dark scene, ushering in the day. xni. Such was the sight I gaz'd on, till my mind Of those fell dreams forgot the augurii The coolness of the atmosphere combhVd With the grand aspect of the warring skies To calm my troubled spirit, and a Kind Of sad yet pleasing feeling did arise Within my bosom— the despair which crush'd My soul had vanished, when the storm was husli'd. XIV. After I'd gain'd my bed, a gentle slumber, Replete with blissful visions, on me crept — On lips and forehead kisses without number My love was pressing while entranc'd I slept — How sweet a change from those transitions sombre Of dire events which, late, my thoughts had kept ! Then on a couch with Harriet I was seated And my fond looks her eyes, love-beaming, greeted. xv. We were in England ; — and the time was Spring. The morning bud Bhone joyously without — With the bird's warbling did the garden ring, Perch' d in the shrubs that grew the lawn about— A pretty boy, in infant gambolling, Frisk'd on the floor, and sometimes, with a shout Called his mamma— who then would turn away And gaze delighted on her offsping's play. caxto in.] a poem. 43 XVI. Then a loud rapping at the door assail'd, My ears unwilling 1 , and the vision broke — Incens'd to have my happiness curtail' d Methought I rose— In rising- I awoke— 'Twas Bill, who me vociferously hail'd, Saying, " of six the clock was on the stroke"— I rous'd myself, and from my bed I bounded Just as the hour he had mentioned sounded— xvn. " Wait but a moment, and I'll ope the door," I shouted ; and my clothes began to don — When the " Continuations" which I tore Where I had laid them, my eye glanc'd upon— I paus'd aghast ; admitting Bill before I struggled into them, resolv'd to con With him some method for their prompt repairing Ere we should start off for our morning's airing. XVIII. " Is there a tailor here ?"— was my first query ; " You see to what condition I'm reduc'd." Said Bill, " your case is pitiable, very — And you must lie there till a needle's us'd ; So 'tween the sheets again your carcase bury, While I seek aid." Half angry, half amus'd, To bed I crept, and Bill the chamber quitted, Taking my trousers to have them refitted. XIX. He soon return'd — no tailor he could find, But with the servant-girl he had contracted For the repair ; and half-an-hour assign'd, In which the business was to be transacted — Then to partake of breakfast we design'd And travel where Bill's lady-love attracted. The sun was shining bright — the Buggy meuded In the inn-yard its occupants attended. I J THE IIL'GGV [Caicto III. Meanwhile we freely join'd in conversation. Anticipating ■ delightful day - Until the girl the turn « continuation "' With some skill mended at the door did lay — The tap was cheering, and with animation, My bed I sprung from, casting -loth awa >■, I cloth'd my legs— with borrow'd razor shav'd, And then my hands and face, as usual, lav'd. .\xi. I quickly dress'd — the cleanly stairs descended, To join Bill who already was below, I found him where with gice he superintended, The cooking of the breakfast — and a glow From the hot stove, with nature's colour blended, Made his broad cheeks more rubicundly show- He held with fork a beefsteak raw and juicy, And carroll'd gaily, " Take your time Miss Lucy." XXII. " I'll take a walk, till you have done your cooking," I said — and left him busily engag'd ; I saunter'd out, into the stable looking At our steed, who his appetite assuag"d ; And then my mind inaction tame ill-brooking, I went to see what weather it presag'd. Upon the Humber's bank I soon was pacing And with enquiring glance th' horizon tracing. XXIII. It was a glorious morning — the bright sky Expanded o'er earth, like an azure dome. The forest smil'd and frown'd alternately. Where the glad sun its vistas did illume The foliage laugh' d— but where no beam could pry Sombre it was with a funereal gloom — The joyous birds flitting on active pinions, Shook off the moisture caught from their dominions. Canto in.] A POEM. 45 XXIV. The clearings too were pil'd with stouks of corn, Their gold contrasting with the forest's green, And, here and there, as jocund as the morn, Scythes-cradled plying mowers might be seen. Yonder, a field the landscape did adorn As yet uncut, the lofty woods between — Where the full ears scarce felt the zephy'r sighing, As vainly it to ruffle them was trying. xxv. And in the pastures— (brownish was their hue !) The lazy oxen, ruminating lay, And with distended udders homeward drew, The cows impatient ; for, at early day, Their liquid burden they should yield they knew, And wonder'd why the milk-maid stay'd away— From each farm-yard, as forth he strutted, clear The cock's shrill clarion fell upon the ear. XXVI. And after him his feather'd beauties came, Admiring seemingly his plumage bright ; All his attention emulous to claim, Appearing jealous at a fancied slight ; The smoke arose, where the fresh kindled flame In many a hut dispell'd the chill of night ; And scarce exceeded, each ascending vapour That which is caus'd by an expiring taper. XXVII. So clear the air was— not a trace remain'd, Of that dark storm which had obscur'd the sky At early morning ; and my eyes I strain'd Vainly the smallest cloudlet to descry ; A tiny rapid I had just attain'd, Where over rocks the stream rush'd foaming by — When me approached an Indian squaw and maiden, With fancy articles of bead-work laden. 16 THE BUOOI : WVI1I. Thej wort- ii contrast. With her bright black < The girl stood smiling, ant! her wares displaying, \iiil me to buy did prettily adi The pearls within her parted Lips betraying — Her dose was aquiline, of moderate size, Ami dimples on her roseate cheeks wen- preying — Her chin was finely Porm'd— her tout ensemble Wiis such as on you do not often Btumble. XXIX. Tho' purely Indian, her complexion Beem'd Scarce deeper in its hue than many a maid Of Europe's daughters would hare lovely deem'd, And, p'rhaps with art to rival have essay'd : Her long black hair upon her shoulders stream'd No covering did its raven tendrils shade ; — Graceful her form — her race alone confessing Her mode of walking and her style of dressing. xxx. She wore a flimsy petticoat of cotton, So short t' have seen it prud'ry Mould have swoon'd — Gay was its pattern, which I have forgotten, But in bright colours round her it festoon'd — In mocassins of deer skin she did trot on Which legs and feet preserVd from many a wound, — And where with sinews these, her hoots, were lae'd The bead- work borders shew'd the lady's taste. xxxi. A piece of broadcloth, like a blanket shaped, Was o'er her shoulders thing, and reached her feet, While from its folds her tiny arms escap'd — Upon her bosom did its corners meet ; And were together by some process drap'd, So subtile it my scrutiny did cheat — With her mamma, the daughter having painted, I, gentle reader, will make you acquaint cahto iii.] a poem. 47 XXXII. I scarcely need inform you she was old — In her young days perhaps she had been handsome ; But woman's care as years had o'er her rolled, From ugliness had fail'd her face to ransom — Now wrinkles marr'd the smoothness of its mould — And teeth to lose already she'd began some. The storms of passion round her mouth had traces Left, as with dames of her age oft the case is. XXXIII. Her dark eyes gleam'd with an intense ferocity — No love was lurking in their jetty balls. She seem'd as if, in actions of atrocity, And all that human nature most appals, She had forgotten that impetuosity Of heart which kindly sympathies recals — And, for my custom, while she was appealing My body thro' there crept an icy feeling. xxxiv. In costume she resembled much her daughter ; But it was not so tastefully arrang'd. The wish to please, which once her sex had taught her Into contempt for outward show was chang'd : For time a wild Philosophy had brought her That her from woman's habits had estrang'd — Her air its mistress studied to profess, A female cynic of the wilderness. XXXV. The twain a pair of mocassins had sold me, And them I was examining with care, When us approach'd (the younger woman told me) Her sire, an Indian of imposing air. Polite he bow'd, as joyous to behold me ; And in our conversation took a share — A mien of court'sy I assum'd to greet him, Myself professing gratified to meet him — 48 Tin: BUQG1 : [Cahto hi xxx \ 1. His form was graceful and his stature tall, Hiti limbs than strength display'd more of agility— He was not what we Europeans call Of great force muscular: yet with facility The rifle that upon bia arm did fall He wielded, intimating full ability To raise it, should a foe or game require it, And, with sure aim, at either promptly fire it. xxx VII. A blanket o'er his naked shoulders east, Them scarce protected from the morning chill. His broad chest tann'd by many a winter's bl Was bare and on it was tattoo'd with skill A figure, emblem of *ome action past, Which, were it known, would make the warm blood thrill, And from which he, perchance, a name had gain'd Amongst his people, that the deed explain'd. XXXVIII. A pair of cotton drawers were loosely tied About his middle, reaching to his knees, Where mocassins of plain untann'd deer-hide His legs protected from the storm and breeze, And to his feet the want of shoes supplied So that, 'mid stones and shrubs, he walk'd at ease — His long black hair he wore — an innovation Upon the ancient customs of his nation. XXXIX. The white man's habits had produe'd a change E'en in that noble savage ; and the lock — The scalp-lock he did erst with care arrange To wave defiance in the battle's shock, Was now discarded. So does Time I From the most cherish'd customs man — a block Hewn into shape by ages — and the wild Indian to peaceful arts is reconcilM. Canto m.] A POEM. 49 XL. In a broad belt which pass'd around his waist, There lurk'd a knife whose blade a sheath conceal'd ; And a small hatchet, on whose handle trac'd Were figures, only partially reveal'd. The former tho' its keen edge lay encas'd And peaceful there, coidd serve as sword and shield, When in the battle or the chase it gleam'd, And, from its stroke, a crimson current stream'd. XLI. His features, like his squaw's and daughter's, were Form'd in a Roman contour ; and his eyes Now shone sedate, and now, with savage glare, Roll'd like a Tiger's, when with spring he flies Upon his vietim. I have said his air To me was gracious ; and in his replies To my enquiries he spoke most mournfully — Yet seem'd to view the white man's labours scornfully. XLII. His rifle-butt he sank upon the ground, And the long barrel he did firmly grasp, As furtively he threw a glance around ; — And still more firmly did his fingers clasp It while he gaz'd, as if he something found Which mov'd him, like the stinging of an asp ; — And o'er his face the shadow of emotion, Pass'd like a cloud above the sunlit ocean, XLIII. Short converse there we held ; and then we parted — He, with his squaw and daughters, turn'd away Tow'rds the not distant forest, and I started Back to my breakfast, listlessly to stray ; And sad thoughts clung to me when they'd departed — Musing, I left my feelings to their play, Which prompted melancholy cogitations On the destruction of the Indian nations. E Tin: III QQI III M.IV. u Bis fathers o'er this country rul'd Bupreme," Thought I — ''ere the encroaching stranger came — And the dense forests, then unfell'd, did teem Pi !■ Iiiui with v\'y\ pi cii .mi- : The t'miiy tribes, too, frolick'd in the Btream — A banquet — be, a1 any time, might claim : Xiiw fields and pa tares by the white man clear*d, Mock his dim eye, which nun- the wild woods cheer'd XLV. "Without cessation, onward rolls the din Of the remorseless axe tin- stranger wields, — Ever employ'd his darling trees to thin, Leaving their black Mumps in the expanding fields- And if a virgin wilderness t<> win, Westward he flies — his flight no long-time shields Him from the- havoc which the ' pale-face ' makes, When on the red-skins' hunting ground he breaks. XI.VI. "And where a hundred tribes exulting, fill'd The forest vistas with their joyous shouts, Scarce one is left. The rest are fled or kill'd In holder warfare with the Yengeese scouts; Where burn'd the watchfire the rich glebe is till'd, And, as each year returns, the corn-blade sprouts ; While solitary red-men wander lone In the vast tracts, which claims a distant throne. XI.VII. " The captive Jew, when he ' sat down and wept' By Babel's waters; and hi- haughty lord Demanded why his idle barpstrings Blept, And f'ail'd a tune of Zion to afford— In vain the instrument, with cold hand swept, Responded to it not an echoing chord — To sing Jehovah's praise his tongue refus'd, While o'er his father-land, forlorn, he mus'd. Canto III.] A POEM. 51 XLVIII. " His fate was sad ; but sadder far to roam, As does the Indian in his native land, Nor scarcely find on its expanse a home, Tho' crowded cities all around him stand ; Well, with despondent feelings overcome, Of his fierce passions may be lose command ; And weaken' d by disease, and sunk in vice, Expire, to drunkenness a sacrifice." XLIX. As these reflections did my thoughts employ, I wander'd back, unconscious of the hour ; When me arous'd the shouting of a boy, Who, looking for me, all around did scour. " Breakfast is ready," cried this small envoy, " And t'other gemman does the steaks devour." "All right," I answer'd — " I was just returning — That it was breakfast-time from hunger learning. L. " So let us on." — Away the urchin scamper'd, Like a Canadian " Puck " in ragged clothes, And no excess of them his freedom hamper'd, For on his way he went " with naked toes ;" My appetite was keen, nor to be tamper'd With, of a morning's saunter at the close. So my young Mercury I swift walk'd after, His flying form exciting me to laughter. LI. Soon I the tavern reach'd ; and at the table Was Bill engag'd devouring his beefsteaks — " Your walk," said he, " t'account for I am able ; 1 know inaction frets the heart that aches." " That's good," replied I, " from a man — unable To leave the circle charmed his lady makes, Some miles around her, like a rock of magnet, Drawn to her side as fishes in a drag-net." THE BUGOt : m i. ii. •' Weil ! Well ! w. 're spooney 's both; but breakfast's waiting," lie answerM quickly, •• Bad yon mast admit "l'i> better far to eat it, than debating To waste your precious time, not touching it — So tall to work — instead of hesitatine — There is a chair for you— why don't you sit r" lli> kind request I instantly complied with, And him in masticating beefsteaks vied with. i. in. Our breakfast ended, and our bill discharged, To start off on our journey we pivpar'd ; The landlord on the diligence enlargM, With which to have our spring restor'd he'd car'd ; We left the house, and where the Humber marg'd Upon the tavern-yard— with elbows bar'd We found the hostler occupied in washing Our mended Buggy — with assiduous splashing. liv. We saw the spring was firmly now secur'd ; And, to complete his work with all due speed, The washer we persuasively adjur'd, As we were anxious onward to proceed — To Bill he said " I've done, sir. Be assur'd Your horse I'll quickly from the stable lead — In a few minutes all shall ready stand, For you the trip to go on, you have plann'd." LV Cried Bill " we'll have a cocktail at the bar — A parting gla.is demands our host's civility ; And, after having lighted a cigar, We'll put to proof again our steed's agility; The house we're bound to is not distant far, But the roads are not formed with much ability." " Agreed," was my response. Our host approving, Said, " that we ought to pledge him before moving." Canto III.] A POEM. 53 LVI. Oar morning' draughts were speedily compounded, And while the liquor bubbled in each glass, The Buggy's clatter on the pebbles sounded, As to the tavern door it round did pass. " Your man has kept his word," said Bill, astounded, " Beneath his feet he lets not grow the grass ; Nor will we 'neath our steed's when once we've started, And from our hospitable friend here parted. lvii. " Drink off your cocktail then, no more delaying," We did so — " now mine host we want a light," Resumed my friend, impatiently displaying His mild Havanah, and with dextrous bite The end removing — " There's our hackney neighing," Cried I ; " for going, he's in glorious plight ; So, Bill, be quick — I care not now for smoking — Really your tardiness is quite provoking." Lvm. " I'm with you," was the answer ; and we sallied Forth to our vehicle, and mounted it. The hostler held the horse, and with him dallied, As with fierce eagerness he champ'd the bit. " To be upset, we've an objection valid," Said Bill, as, reins in hand, he down did sit ; " Therefore hold yet a moment while I settle Firm in my seat, for he's a steed of metal." LEC. " Yes, Sir," the man replied, the arch'd neck stroking Of the impatient quadruped, the while, Which ever and anon caressed him, poking His muzzle where that uncouth groom did smile. " Now you may let him go," quoth Bill, invoking Again the hostler in his usual style. And off we went, behind the hamlet leaving, Bent on the object of our jaunt achieving. 54 Tin: BUGGY: [CaktoIII. along the high-road first onr way extended — Ami, while <>n it, tremendous was the pace. Upon our right-hand was the forest blended With frequent clearings, some of amp] i-spaee Upon our left, a belt of trees defended Was by a bank, forbidding u- to trace, Where, with it> broad expanse, Ontario lay, It's wavelete stirring the light zephyr's play. LXI. Of morning' full three hours were before us, E'rc the hot sun would pour his noon-tide blaze And, as our steed exalting onward bore us, The breeze refreshed us, having power to rais<' The foliage where the boughs projected o'er us, Forming green bowers to our upward gaze. Oh! more than earthly was that glad sensation, Which (luicken'd then my glowing heart's pulsation. Lxir. And Bill was mov'd- for not a word he uttered For many minutes, but abstracted sat. Breaking into soliloquy, he muttered, After a pause, as he arranged his hat, " This is sublime— I really feel quite flutterd." Then he turned to me, " Lovelier than that Was landscape ever ?" — pointing as he spake Where an unwooded dell reveal'd the lake. lxiii. " It is indeed, replied I ;— and see, skimming Like a wild sea bird whin she claps her wings In ocean's brine, yon light skiff; and it's swimming To aid, I can observe the steersman flings Himself from side to side, his craft thus trimminjr And now the corner of his sail he wrings, For in the waves that gently round him surge, He has contrived his canvass to submerge." Canto m.] A POEM. 55 LXIV. Now the broad lake again was lost to view — And nought but trees were seen on either hand. Here the huge hemlock, like a giant grew ; There, more umbrageous, did the beech-tree stand — The maple, its broad leaves contrasting threw Towards the dark oak, which, as it stood, it fann'd ; And play'd the wood-pecker, with tap incessant, His bill that made an echo not unpleasant. LXV. Along the highway, p'rhaps another mile, We held our course ; then turning to the left Where a cross lane did thro' the woods defile, We went more slowly, for in fearful plight Was here the track uneven, and the style Of filling its deep ruts, Canadian quite ; For logs, a foot apart, had been employed, So that the road was nicely " corduroy'd." LXVI. 'Twas well for us our spring had been repair'd, Or surely a breakdown had taken place; Tho' leisurely we went, nor trouble spar'd, Trie smoothest surface we could find to trace, We sunk, for its false semblance unprepar'd, In the loose soil which did our wheels encase. Then we had one wheel lever'd up on high, While t'other a deep rut was swallow'd by. Lxvn. At last I said, " I've heard, Bill, of rough-riding, And this is it, indeed, in all perfection ; I will descend, while you the horse are guiding, The 'trap' 'twill lighten — if you've no objection.'' He answer'd, " None ;" and so I took to striding, And he, by frecpient changes of direction, The ruts to shun made effort — often vainly, While much I laugh'd at his progress ungainly. 56 THE DUG(;v: [CAN1) ,„ i.xvm. Ami then I him preceded. Here inclining Down to a hollow in its undulation The road was fbrm'd, declivity oombining With each its other harassing rexation. 1 reach'd the bottom; and was just resigning hfyself— forgetting Bill — to contemplation, When his loud shout rccall'd me from my study — One wheel was jamm'd last in a pit-fall muddy. LXIX. Around us spread a cedar-swamp; and rotten Was tli* undersoil o'er which the road was carried — This circumstance by Bill had been forgotten, Or with more care the Btoppage he'd have parried ; But seeing all was level, he, to trot on, Made an attempt, which failing, there he tarried — The last night's shower had madefied the quag-mire, And, on his wheel, was acting as a drag, mire. LXX. '• Here we are fast again," cried Bill, as lugging At the encumber'd wheel, which would not move, He rais'd his head, and pausing from his tugging, Invited me to aid him it to shove. '• Here goes," quoth I ; and joined him in his hugging, Until we rais'd it the soft mire above. •■ Well done," said he ; " the horse I'll lead till clear of The swamp, and such deceitful mud holes steer off." LXX I. a Nobly resolved," I answer'd, and proceeded To take a survey of the place around — The boggy soil and water me impeded From ingress, so an eminence I found; And there, with careful scrutiny, I heeded The shrubs that with unfading verdure frown'd — The view was dismal, and the smell offensive, Proceeding from an area so extensive. Canto III.] A POEM. 57 lxxh. The pitchy water bubbled up between The cedar stems, their lower branches laving, And their gnarl'd roots might here and there be seen Like twisted adders the bright sunshine braving ; And long, rank weeds and flags did intervene, In the light breeze with gentle motion waving. By an old snake-fence was the swamp surrounded, And the broad forest the whole prospect bounded. LXXTTT. From this I turn'd, and followed Bill, who, toiling Along the way, but little progress made, I reach'd him quickly, and, together moiling, The perils of the morass to evade, We managed — the good clothes a little spoiling, In which that morning we had been arrayed. And soon we found a very great improvement In the road's surface, quickening our movement. lxxiv. " And now," said I, " I think we'd better ride — A most unpleasant morning's walk we've taken. " We will," as he his steed check'd, Bill replied, For here our chance is less of being shaken ; So then ourselves we seated side by side, After my friend the whip and reins had taken. Along we jogg'd, until the lane was ended, When turning to a plank-road we ascended. LXXV. " Now we are almost there," as swiftly rolling Over the even planks we made our way, Cried Bill. " How easily our wheels are bowling Over these boards propitious to their play ! 'Tis like the rail, save that instead of coaling Our engine, we but lash our bonny bay ; See the farm-houses stand in many a clearing, Shewing a settled district we are nearing." 58 Tin: Bl ra in I. XXVI. " Bill ! ' exclaim'd I. " assume your Bmile most winning, For -'"in you'll gace upon your charmer's eyes, And there is nothing like a good beginning In those affairs where beauty i- tin- prL Arrange your thoughts, t while along we're spinning, Ami a good store of compliments dei i Pray, tell me, aren't yon nervous? just a trifle, Be candid — nor your inmost feelings stifle ':" I. XXVII. - Not I," he answerM, " I'm none of your signers, I speak my sentiments, and if I find The lady coldly looks on my desires, Her want of taste I pity, and resign'd, The next I try whose face my fancy t Hoping to rae she'll not prove so unkind ; Altho' my flame at present is Miss Horner, Were she to frown upon me, I would scorn her. LXXVIIT. " And yet I love her — but I have not told her The state of my affections ; tho' she guesses From my eyes' eloquence when I behold her, The hidden weakness which my heart confesses; To-day, however, 1 shall make a bolder Effort, and formally pay my addresses — All I am anxious for's a fit occasion, On which to tell her of my admiration. I.XXIX. " You take the father— there's a jolly fellow, While the fair daughter does my care employ; He's been an officer, and is as yellow As any guinea you have Been, my boy. With his campaigns in India, like Othello, He will incessantly your ears annoy. But have a little patience with his weakness, And, some day, I'll repay you for your meekness." Canto HI.] A POEM. 59 LXXX. " Agreed," said I, " but whose is the house yonder, Standing conspicuous on a gentle hill ; See, round it, pastures, in which idly wander So many cows ; — and some are grazing still, While others, ruminating, seem to ponder, Of the rich herbage having ta'en their fill ; See, too, how neatly are repair'd the fences, It is a paragon of residences. LXXXI. " And young trees here and there in front are planted, And from the entrance there's a kind of sweep ; A garden too, with inclination slanted, To catch the sun, where rose-trees layer'd creep Down to the streamlet's margin, as if they wanted To taste its waters as below they leap. I little thought so nice a place to meet with, Beauty of scene and comfort so replete with." Lxxxn. " That's where we're going," replied he, coolly — tight'ning His reins, and bidding me undo the gate. T'obey him I jump'd down, and quick as lightning, It open'd — when he drove in at a rate That to the house soon brought him, somewhat fright'ning Me, whom there plante he left to my fate — Following, for his desertion I impeach'd him, And as he hammer'd at the door I reach'd him. ixxxra. A woolly head and ebon face appearing At the revolving door, I paus'd from speech, That Bill of "^Blackey " might obtain a hearing, And profit by the things that he should teach. " Where is the Major?" asked he—" In de clearing," The " Nigger " answer' d, with a grin to each — " And Mrs. Horner, and Miss Bella ?" " Sitting In de best parlour you'll find Missey knitting. 60 Tin: BUGGH : [Cakto III. T.XXXIV. ■■ tad berry pleas**] to Bee jotii tfassa Duncan, Will Missey Bella be; and in de dairy I- Misses," answered "Snowball," mid be slunk in, Tbe groom to call, of work superfluous chary ; There then we waited, till, with aspect drunken, And slouching gait, hut eye alert and wary, Approaeh'd U3 an old man, our hackney taking, Touching his cap— but never silence breaking. I.XXXV. is - Blackey" had absconded, exploration Was requisite, and so we went within — At the room-door we tapp'd, an intimation It was our wish an entrance there to win. •• Who's there ?' In gentle tones the exclamation Saluted us thro' that partition thin. " Tis only I," said Bill, the handle turning, And in we walk'd, his lady-love discerning. LX'XXVI. She was a charming girl. Her golden tresses Flow'd o'er her neck of alabaster hue — Her pouting lips seeni'd moulded for caresses, And her bright eyes were liquid orbs of blue ; Dazzling was her complexion, and your guesses At her smiles' meaning never would be true. Her nose un per retrouss<' made quite piquant Her face whose change of aspect was so frequent. T.XXXVII. Kindly she welcom'd us, and me presented Bill. Then he hung enamour'd o'er her chair ; Nor of the views witli which he came repented, While chain'd his sparkling eyes that vision fair; For ever, in sweet dalliance, contented Would he have stay'd with that bright maiden there. But her mamma arriv'd, and having greeted us, Demanded if our hackney had unseated us. Canto m.] A POEM. 61 Lxxxvin. " Why do you ask that question ?" Bill replied. "Because your clothes with mud are so bespattered," Was her response. " You'd better get them dried And brush'd ; and, see, your coat's a little tatter'd — Bella shall mend it, while you are supplied With lunch.*' Bill answer'd " that it little mattered — 'Twould do ; and that the mud had us impeded, Clogging our wheels, which pulling from it needed." lxxxtx. " However, we'll get brushed, and then return " " But leave your coat," persisted still the lady ; And Bill complied ; beginning so to learn T obey in small affairs he must be ready. " Now to get Adonised be our concern, Then for the luncheon we are promised," said he. The room we left, at this, and to the stable, Clothes-brush in hand, we took our valet sable. xc. And there he scrap'd us well, and brush'd us clean, Excepting where adhesive, yet the mire Was moist as ever it at first had been, Needing to harden it the aid of fire ; The kitchen stove we went to, and did lean, Drying our clothes there till we did perspire. The nigger roll'd his saucer eyes and giggl'd, As round the place with uncouth gait he wriggl'd. xci. His wife, too, chatter'd with her lord and master, And pester'd Bill to tell the comic tale, How we had chanc'd to meet with our disaster, Nor ceas'd until she'd manag'd to prevail ; And when he'd done so, wagg'd their tongues the faster. Then we made " Blacky" with his brush assail The mud that was become quite dry and crusty, And, as he groom'd us, fell in cloudlets dusty. Gl? THE BUCK ;Y : [Casto hi son. \\ e called for water next, and nrash'd mir boea And hands; and bo for Luncheon were prepared, Hating of travel (reed at from the trac •• Now we must join the ladies," Bill declared ; "Just so," said I, '• for not a Btain defai Our garments, so well has our valet car ,