tfo^!TV3'jo>' <(^3Nvso^'^ '^/jaaAiNnjwv' M rrf ^ CO ■^■■1 'k > RYOc, <■ < <-3 o .».■ '}j. ,. IVN^ ENGLISH x\Nl) LATIN POEMS, ORIGINAL AND TRANSLATED. II Y THE lATK (ill\ LATHAM. D.C.I.. OF BHADWALL IIAI.I., CITF.SHIP.F,. IN' MEMORIAM. Mlir I I'l.lll. T. RICHARDS, PRINTER, r.T. UDEF.N STREET, LINCOLN'S INN. CONTENTS. The articles in the Table of Contents printed in italics formed part of a little volume published, -without the author's name, at Sandbach, in 1836. Memoir ENGLISH POETRY. DEVOTIONAL. Paraphrase of the opening invocations of tlie Litany •! Paraphrase of the Petition from the Litany, " In all time of our tri- bulation", etc. - • - 3 Version of Psalm xxiti, " God, my Shepherd and my Guide' 7 Version of Psalm xxxrx, " From all offence, I said, and wrong" • 9 Version of Psalm xcvi, " In songs of praise unJuard before" • 13 Version of Psalm cm, "With every facility combined" - IG Version of Psalm cxxxix, " Omniscient, omnipresent power" • 20 Version of Psalm cxi.vi, " Praise the Lord, my soul, while 1 live shall the I^rd ' - - • -21 Stamas miggesUd l»!/ Ezekiel ch. ii, ver. 10 - 2fi Vnritphrast of a pumage in Bishop Home's Sermon on the Rnlemption of Time • " ' ^^ 7754iiy CONTENTS. On the Epiphany; sufif/rsted by lite vunduding paragraph of Bishop Home's Sermon on tliat Festival • - • - 33 Hjinn for New Yeoi-'s Day : " Another year its coui"se has sped" 36 Hymn for Children : " Lord, who otkc thine arms vn/oldiv//" 38 " Far from tlic paths of sin" • 40 " Lord, who once from Heaven descending" 42 " When first God's word to Samuel came" 44 on the opening of Wheeloek Church, Cheshire, Aug. 30, 1837 4G DOMESTIC. To ray Wife .... The Twenty-fourth of May t)n the Anniversary of my Wedding Day, 1827 Sonnet — " .\s amid Afric's sandy wastes the sight Evenings at Home On the Second Birthday of J. H. L.. 1825 Sonnet on first taking his eldest Child to Church Sonnet — " Departed spirit of my dnrling Child" " Stretched on the restless bed of pain " - i;pi8tle to my Father. Dec. 29, 1823 .51 54 55 59 GO cr r2 74 78 MISCELLANEOUS. J.inrs in imitation of Pope I'ragment of a Moral Epistle • The banished Tea-tray's Complaint Ode to Deafness To my Tooth 89 90 92 90 9a CONTENTS-. TRANSLATIONS. Tiie Old Man of Verona. From Olaudian - - 10a The Story of Count Vgolino. Dante, Inferno, Canto 33 • - 111 Tasso. Gerusalemme Liberata, Canto 1, Stanza ii - - 119 Canto 3, Stanza i. The Approach to tlie Holy City - 123 Cauto 4, Stanza ix. The Address of Satan - 131 Canto i. Stanza lxxxvi. The Arts of the Enchantress .'Vimida ...... 141 Canto 12, Stanza Lxiv. The Baptism and Death of Clorinda 151 The Harjier and the Nightingale. From Strada's " Prolmiones" 159 '• Uefeudit numenis", from Vincent Bourne - - - 109 " luuocens prsedatrix", from Vincent Boui-ne • - - 171 LATIN POETRY. OKIUINAL. Ad PaUem, 1805 ... 177 .\n Contrajia mutuo se expellant; Affiiinatui- 181 An Brutu cogitenl ; Aflinnatur - • 18;i .\d Amicum Uxorem ducturum .... l«i Lilies descriptive of the Garden at Springfield • - 187 TRANSLATIONS. Against Pride in Dresn. Watts .... i;)l Signs of Rain. Dr. Jeuner • • -197 The I'oplar Field. Cowper - • • -203 The Rose. Cowpor - • af"' CONTENTS, Mortuai7 Verses. Cowper AVillVid's Soug, from " Hokeby". Scott Go, lovely rose. Waller and Kirke Wiite Epitaph iu Wisbeach Churchyard The envious Snow .... Though tlxe same sun. Pope - Oh, Nanny, wilt thou gang with me. Bishop Percy When Spring unlocks the flowers. Heber The Song of Judith, chap, xvi, ver. 2 - 211 217 223 227 229 229 231 235 239 -ctep, these recollections of the past ; while those who had the privilege of knowing him but recently, and those whose early intercourse was only broken off by their separating into differ- ent paths in life, may be interested to know more of the preceding or the after-course of one whom they had learned to love. To these, tlii> little biography will, it is hoped, be an acceptable addition to the volume offered to them, as a memorial of their departed friend. A stranger cannot be expected to take the same jjcrsonal interest in it ; but, if it has been truly said, that a faithful record of the private life of any individual, however undistinguished, would contain both interest and instruction. XXXVl MEMOIU. even an indiiferent stranger may find them here. He may learn how large a share of earthly happiness was mercifully reserved for one whom the world, from his bereavement, might have deemed withovit resources ; and he may see, in this slight portraiture, another ex- ample of that peculiarly English character, — the unobtrusive but accomplished and high- minded Christian gentleman. April 21, 1853. DEVOTIONAL. POEMS. P.\EAPHEASE OF THE OPENING INVOCATION OF THE LITANY. God the Father ! by whose power Heaven and Earth and Sea were made, And till time's expiring hour All Creation shall be swayed ; Hear us, when on thee we call. Miserable sinners all ! God the Son ! For Man's salvatiun. Who thyself the price didst pay, Whose atoning expiation, Our transgressions washed away ; 4 PARAPHRASE. Save us, when on thee we call, Miserable sinners all ! God the Holy Ghost ! Proceediiig From the Father and the Son, Who for Man art ever pleading,* Wretched Man by sin undone ; Help us, when on thee we call, Miserable sinners all ! Oh ineffable Communion ! Holy, blessed, glorious Three, Three in one, mysterious union. Undivided Trinity ! Oh have mercy, when we call, Miserable sinners all ! * Rom. viii. W. Sept. 18:r.'. PAR.VPHRASE OF THE PETITION FROJI THE LITANY — 'IK ALL TIME OF OUR TRIBULATION, IN ALL TIME OF OUR WEALTH, IX THE HOUR OF DEATH, AND IN THE DAY OF JUDGMENT; OOOD LORD DELIVER US." In the dark season of distress, In peril, want and woe, If friends desert, or foes oppress, Or sickness lay me low ; If, reft of those I fondly love, From eaithlv ills I flee, Tu seek sweet comfort from above ; Good Lord, deliver me ! If wealth be mine, from all the snares Which riches with them bring ; From worldly pleasures, worldly cares The soul encumbering ; t> PARAPHKASE. From pride, and from that worst offence,. Forgetfulness of thee, Whose hand that wealth did first dispense ; Good Lord, deliver me ! When on the bed of death, a prey To gloomy thoughts, I lie ; Or worn by slow disease away, Or racked with agony ; Stung with remorse for what has been. And dreading what shall be When death has closed this mortal scene ; Good Lord, deliver me ! And oh ! in that appalling hour. When, clouds around thee spread. Thou com'st, arrayed in pomp and power, To judge the quick and dead; When trembling, shrinking from thy face. Thy servant thou shalt see A suppliant at the throne of grace ; Good Lord, deliver me ! Gooil Friday, 1825. PSADl XXIII. God, my Shepherd and my Guide, Will for all my wants provide ; He in pastures green will feed me. And beside still waters lead me ; He my ransomed soul shall bless, Turning it to righteousness ; And the path I ought to take Teach me, for his dear name's sake. Yea, when earth itself at last. From my sight is fading fast, When with shadows dark o'erspread, Death's lone valley I shall tread ; PSALM XXIII. Yet no evil will I fear, For thou, Lord, wilt still be near ; With thy Rod and Staff wilt be Present then to comfort me. Thou, when foemen closed me round, Mad'st my table to abound ; Oil ui)on my head didst pour, And didst make my cup run o'er ; Me thy kindness ever new, And fresh mercies still pursue ; Therefore will I all my days Seek thy House, and sing thy praise. PSALM XXXIX. Fkom all offence, I said, and wrong I M-ill take heed to guard my tongue ; A bridle on my mouth I'll lay, "While in my sight the ungodly stay. AVith such resolve my peace I held, My lips to silence I compell'd ; Yea, though it cost me grief and pain, E'en from good words I did refrain. While thus I mused, the fire suppress'd Long time \nthin my labouring breast. Kindling at last, resistless broke. And as the Spirit moved, I spoke. 10 PSALM XXXIX. Lord, let me know mine end, I said, And since my days are numbered, Tell me their sum, and make me sure, How long my life may yet endure. Behold, my days are but a span, For verily the age of Man Is nothing in respect of Thee, But altogether vanity. Man walketh in a shadow vain, Vexing himself with fruitless pain, He heaps up riches, nor the while Knows who shall use the hoarded pile. And now my hope, what is it. Lord ? On Thee it rests and thy sure word ; Keep me from all transgressions free. The scoff of fools I would not be. PSALM XXXIX. 11 In mute submission, for 'tis Thou, Who chastenest mc, I humbly bow Yet oh, if such thy will, my God, Take from me thy consuming rod. When with rebukes thou dost chastise Proud man for his iniquities, Thou mak'st his beauty to decay. Like garment to the moth a prey. Thus ev'ry man, whate'er his state. Or rich, or poor, or mean, or great. Yea, ev'ry man whoe'er he be, Is altogether vanity. Hear Thou my prayer, in pity hear, .\nd to my cry bow down thine ear ; Oh keep not silence when I cull, Xor let mv tears unheeded fall I 12 PSALM xxxrx. Some space to serve Thee here accord ; I am a stranger with Thee, Lord, A sojourner on life's brief scene, As all my sires before have been. Then spare me, for a little spare ! That my lost strength I may repair, To walk with Thee, ere hence I go And be no longer seen below. 184(j. PSALM xcn. In songs of praise, unheard before, Let all the earth the Lord adore ; Sing to the Lord and praise his name, Tell how frona Him salvation came ; His honour to the heathen show, Let the whole earth his wonders know. God cannot worthily be praised. Above all gods so highly raised ; They are but idols, wood and stone. The Lord our God is God alone. He made the heavens, there saints adore Him, Glory and worship go before Him ; Girded with power, with honour crowned, (iod in his holy place is found. 14 PSALM XCVI. Oh I then unto the Lord ascribe, Nation and kindred, tongue and tribe, The honour due unto his name, The glory He may justly claim. With joy unto his courts repair, And, as your gifts you offer there. Meet worship to the Lord address, In beauty and in holiness. Then tell it out, that all may hear, And God's eternal name revere. Yea, tell it out, and bid the sound Go forth to all the nations round, That He is king, and how He made The earth, and its foundations laid So sure, that they may ne'er remove Till that great day, when from above In clouds descending He shall come, To pass on all a righteous doom. Be glad, thou earth; ye heavens, rejoice; Thou sea, send forth thy glorious voice ; Forest and field, with one accord. Rejoice, rejoice, before the Lord ! PSALM XCVI. 15 For now is our redemption nigh ; E'en now, in might and majesty, He comes ; with glory round Him spread. He comes to judge both quick and dead. To heal our woes, our wrongs redress, And judge the world in righteousness. May 1829. ps.\LM cm. With every faculty combined, My soul, of body and of mind, The praises of the Lord proclaim, And bless, O bless his holy name ; Nor ever let the memory part Of all his goodness from my heart. 'Tis He, who doth thy sins forgive, Thy sickness heals, and bids thee live When death's dark shades were gathering round. He saved thee and with mercy crown'd, Thy powers to youth and strength restoring. Like new-fledged eagle heavenward soaring. PSALM cirr. 17 'Tis He who doth the wronged redress In judgment and in righteousness ; His ways to Moses He revealed, His out-stretched arm was Israel's shield : They saw His wonders, and adored The mercies of the living Lord. How doth His kindness still o'erflow, Long-suffering and to anger slow ! Our faults He will not always chide. In wrath He doth not long abide, Nor with us deal, when we transgress, According to our wickedness. For look, how high this earth above Is yonder Heaven, — so vast His love : From East to West the space survey,— So far He puts our sins away ; Yea, as a Father, is He moved With pity towards a child beloved. 18 PSALM CIII. For God, still mcrcii'ul as just, Remembers that we are but dust ; Man's days are but as grass, a flower That springs and withers in an hour ; The winds pass o'er it and 'tis not ; "Where late it bloomed, unknown, forgot. But the Lord's mercies, ever sure, Through generations shall endure ; Towards children's children still displayed Of such as in His Faith have stayed. And ever thought upon His will, How best His precepts to fulfil. The Lord in heaven hath set His throne ; His power through all the world is known Ye Angels, Avho in strength excel, With trumpet-tongue His praises tell ; Ye, who still hearkening to His voice, To execute His word rejoice. PSALM cm. 19 Praise Him, all ye His Hosts, who stand Prompt to perform your Lord's command ; Bless ye, His works, your Maker's name, In every place His power proclaim ; And thou, my soul, unite to raise The universal song of praise. (line OUi, 1837. rsALM cxmx. Omniscient, Omnipresent power ! In every place and every hour, 1 own thy sway ; when down I lie, And when I rise. Thou still art nigh ; My very thoughts to Thee are known, Ere yet in speech or action shown. About my path, about my bed. The shadow of thy wing is spread ; Thy sleepless and all-seeing eye Doth my most secret ways espy ; And in an instant every word. My tongue lets fall, thine ear hath heard. PSALM CXXXIX. 21 How, then, thy Spirit may I shun I Or whither from thy presence run I If, soaring through the realms of air, I climb to Heaven, my God is there ; If down to deepest Hell I go. There too thy Spirit rules below. If I should take the wings of morn, And to earth's utmost bounds be borne, In lonely isle, on desert plain, Escape from Thee would still be vain : E'en there thy power would be confest. And thy right hand my flight arrest. Come, night, and hide me ! should I say, Straight would the night be turned to day ; With Thee no shades obscure the night. The darkness is as clear as light ; The midnight gloom, the noonday sun. Darkness and light, to Thee are one. 22 PSALM CXXXIX, My bodj', fashioned with such art, Such nice design in every part, The work of thy Ahnighty Hand, Exceeds my skill to understand. How to such knowledge may I soar ? I can but wonder and adore. When in the womb, like unformed clay, My yet imperfect substance lay ; From Thee my bones were not concealed, But every member was revealed. E'en then, through nature's hidden plan, Thine eye beheld the future man. How dear to me thy counsels. Lord ! Who may the sum of them record ? In number countless as the sand Heaped by the billows on the strand ; E'en from my earliest waking hour, I feel thy presence and thy power. PSALM CXXXIX. 23 Shall not the wicked, Lord, be slain, All such as take thy name in vam? Depart from me, ye men of blood ; Ye that against the Lord have stood, Ye scorners of His power divine, I hate ye ! Hence, — God's foes are mine. Then try me. Lord, prove every part. Search all my thoughts, and sound my heart ; Look well my footsteps do not stray, But turn them from the evil way. Nor let me from the true path rove. That leads to endless joys above. Aui?ust.'ith,1826. PSADI CXLH. Praise the Lord, oli my Soul I — while I live shall the Lord For His mercies unnumbered be praised and adored. Yea as long as my being endures will I raise My voice to my God in thanksgiving and praise. Oh put not your trust in the princes of earth, Nor in any frail thing that from man has its birth ; There is no help in them, their race quickly is sped ; And, when once from the body the spirit is fled, Turned again to their earth in the grave they must lie. And with them their thoughts and vain projects shall die. They alone, who their hope and their confidence cast Upon Lsrael's God, shall find peace at the last : PSALM CXLVr. 25 For ne'er can our trust in that Being prove vain, Who made Heaven, Earth, and Ocean, with all they contain ; Whose promise is sure, and whose truth stands con- fessed, Who sooths the afflicted, and aids the oppressed ; Who feedeth the hungry, whose words can unbind The prisoner's bonds, and give sight to the blind ; Who uplifts such as fall from the depths of despair. While the righteous are still His peculiar care ; Who succours the stranger, the widow befriends, And His ear to the cry of the Fatherless lends — ijut the way of the wicked, though secret. He knows. And to nought brings their schemes, and their counsels o'erthrows. I'raise the Lord, oli my soul, then; His praise let me sing : For the Lord God in Sion for ever is King. Sept. 29, 1829. STANZAS SUGGESTED BY EZEMEL II, 10: AND HE SPREAD IT BEFORE ME: AND IT WAS WRITTEN WITHIN AND without; and there was written therein LAMENTATION, AND MOURNING, AND WOE." And what was the Book which that vision of old To the Prophet's rapt spirit did show ? Wherein to his shuddering sight were unrolled Lamentation, and mourning, and woe ? That mysterious roll was the volume of life. The story of man here below; The record of e\'il, of passion, and strife. Lamentation, and mourning, and woe. STANZAS. 27 Search the chronicle through, each condition and age, Young and old, rich and poor, high and low : You will still find inscribed upon every dark page Lamentation, and mourning, and woe. There is poverty, sickness, oppression, and wrong. False friend and insidious foe : Temptations and trials resistlessly strong, And their fruit, lamentation and woe. On the threshold of life, that to trouble we're born By our wailings we seem to foreknow ; And childhood's sweet prime, and youth's opening morn Are too often o'erclouded ^\'ith woe. Full of hope we set forth, but how quickly doth fate Blast that hope, and our projects o'erthrow; And conviction comes soon, and remains long and late, That our heritage here is but woe. 28 STANZAS. !Mark the struggles of manhood to weather the gale, "When the storms of adversity blow ; And the waves of destruction on all sides prevail, And beneath yawns the whirlpool of woe : Without compass or star the frail vessel is tost On the ocean of life to and fro ; Till on shoal or on rock it is shipwrecked and lost Amid weeping, and wailing, and woe. Grant these perils surmounted; what then is our lot, But with painful decay, sad and slow, To sink to the grave, disregarded, forgot, 'Mid infirmit)^, weakness, and woe ? But riches, and rank, and the pleasures of sense. These can happiness surely bestow ! — Few and short are the joys which e'en these can dispense. And their end disappointment and woe. STANZAS. 29 But the bliss, which is built on affection and love, ]\Iay not this be relied on ? Ah I no ; Too soon shall stern death each dear object remove, And leave us to bitterer woe. And though there be moments, which o'er the dark scene May at times cast a transient glow ; Like meteors they pass, and the brightness between But deepens the gloom of our woe. Cease, murmurer, cease ! hear Religion's sweet voice, "Which, whate'er we may here undergo, WTiispers peace to the mourner, and bids him re- joice In the midst of affliction and woe. For the day when in joy we shall reap draweth near, Though in sorrow awhile we may sow ; When from every face shall be wiped every tear And the wear)- sliall rest from his woe. Sept. 1837. PARAPHlUSl'l ON A PASSAGE IN BISHOP HORNE'S SERMON ON THE REDEMPTION OP TI3IE. The Husbandman with ceaseless toil Still labours to improve his soil ; When danger's near approach alarms, The soldier sleeps not on his arms ; When winds and waves are raging round, The steersman at his helm is found ; Each, to the post assigned him true, Performs the work he has to do. But when the heart as yet has known No culture ; each good plant unsown. Or choked with many a noxious weed That overtops the nobler seed ; PARAPHRASE. 31 When now the harvest is at hand, And at the gate the reapers stand, The Christian husbandman we ^■iew Sit listless, having nought to do. When man's worst foes, the world and sin, And snares without him and within The fortress of his peace assail, And Satan's powers e'en now prevail ; The Christian soldier we behold His arms upon his bosom fold, And idly some vain toy pursue ; For he, forsooth, has nought to do. When the poor weather-beaten soul Is drifting amid rock and shoal, Heaven's wrath above, and far beneath The yawning gulf of Hell and death, That very hour in sleep or play The Christian steersman dreams away ; Unconscious, 'mid a thoughtless crew, That lie or they had aught to do. 32 PARAPH KASK. Ye senseless fools — A^vakc I awake ! And fatal slumber from you shake I Think how their seed-time they employ Who hope at last to reap in joy : Be strong and gird you to the fight ; Be wise and steer your bark aright ; Lest ye too late your folly rue, And find that you had much to do. May, 1820, UN THK I:HPH.\M, SUGGESTED BY THE CONCLUDING PARAGRAPH OF BISHOP HORNE'S sermon ON THAT FESTIVAL. Obedient to the leading Star, The Eastern sages came from far Theh" infant Saviour to adore, And at his feet their offerings pour. For us that Star still beams as bright, And guides us with its heavenly light. Where all who seek Ilim still may find The promised Saviour of Mankind. T) 34 ON TUE EPIPUANY. And though nor incense, myrrh, nor gold, Be our's to give, as their's of old. Presents as meet we still may bring ; Nor will He slight the offermg. For faith, like gold that hath been tried And in the furnace purified. More precious in his sight will shine, Than richest gifts from Ophir's mine. To Him a tribute far more dear Will be the penitential tear, That dims the contrite sinner's eye, Than costliest myrrh of Araby. Then, like sweet incense, prayer, and praise, And pure devotion's kindling blaze, From the heart's altar shall arise, The best and holiest sacrifice. ON THE EPIPHANY. 35 While o'er the soul, Joy, Peace, and Love, And Hope still fixed on things above, Their balmy fragrance shed abroad, And make it fitter lor its God. -31. HllIN PUli NEW YEM'S DAY. Another year its course has sped: How awful is the thought ! 'Tis as a warning, from the dead, Home to each bosom brought^ Of those on whom that opening year With life's fair promise shone, Whom then we saw around us here, How many now are gone ! Gone to the grave, and ere that sun. Whose race begins to-day, His annual circle shall have run, We too may be as they. HYMX FOR NEW YEAR's DAY. 37 Great God, whose overruling will Our being doth sustain, Grant, since thy mercy spares us still. It may not be in vain ! Oh I grant that when this morn again The rolling months bring round. The tree now spared, if spared till then, Less worthless may be found. So teach us, Lord, our fleeting days To number, so improve. That we may turn to wisdom's ways, And seek the things above. Jan. Nt, 1840. HY:\I^■ FOR CHllDRK^'. LoKi), wlio once thine arms unfolding, Infants didst receive and bless, Us thy children here beholding, Aid, oh ! aid our helplessness ! Be our refuge and defence ; Wash our souls in innocence ! Happy they whom thou hast planted, Lord, thy hallowed courts within : Shelter there alone is granted From a world of woe and sin ; There, secure from every ill, God's own plants shall prosper still. HYMN FOR CHILDREN. 39 As the palm-tree by the fountain Heavenward lifts its towering head ; As the cedars of the mountain All around their branches spread ; Such may we, oh Lord ! be found Flourishing in holy ground. Through all changes and all chances May our leaf feel no decay, May we still, as age advances. Ampler fruits bring forth each day ; Strengthened still with vigour new. Still refreshed with heavenly dew. April, lH27. HYMN FOPi CHILDREN. Far from the paths of sin, Which else he might have trod, Blest ! who, these hallowed walls within. Is early brought to God. He, through life's various day Where'er his lot be cast, Trained from the first in wisdom's way, Shall keep it to the last. In that shall he abide Through sunshine, storm, or shade ; God's Holy Spirit for his guide, His comfort and his aid. HYMN FOR CHILDREN. 41 That book of perfect truth, Which first was taught him here, Shall guard him in the morn of youth, In age's gloom shall cheer. And when around his head Life's last dim shadows close, He shall not fear the grave's dark bed ; 'Twas thence his Sa^-iour rose. IIYMX FOR rHILDRFA\ Lord ! who once from Heaven descending, Lost mankind didst seek and save ; Us in our distress befriending, Grant the shelter which we crave. From a sinful world we flee, Shepherd of our souls, to Thee. Israel's shepherd ' Thou wilt lead us Comfort's living streams beside ; There in pastures green Avilt feed us, And i'or all our wants provide ; Hapi)y they who hear thy voice, And beneath thy staff rejoice. HYM.N FOR CHILDREN'. 43 From the great destroyer's power, From the roaring lion's rage, Seeking whom he may devour, Lord protect our tender age ; Day and night be near us still, Guarding us from every ill. From the arts that would allure us, From the toils that would ensnare. Thou, who slumberest not, secure us By thy ever-watchful care ; And, if e'er from Thee we roam, Fetch, oh fetch, the wanderer home. And at last, our perils ended, Take us to that blessed fold. Where the flock Thou here hast tended, Shall in Heaven thy face behold, And with hymns of praise adore, Christ, their shepherd, evermore. July. 1827. \mn FOR CHILDREN, When first God's word to Samuel came Calling his chosen child by name, Prompt and obedient to the word, He quickly learnt to know the Lord, And, faithful from his earliest years, "Speak Lord," he cried, "thy servant hears.'' Like that good servant of thy choice, Lord teach us too to know thy voice ; And, when within these hallowed walls That voice to us each Sabbath calls. With spirit meek, and heart sincere. Give us, thy children, grace to hear. UY.MX FOR CUILDREX. 45 If, when the tempter shall essay To draw our heedless youth astray, Some still small voice, our hearts within, Shall softly whisper, " flee the sin", That solemn warning let us fear ; 'Tis God who speaks, and we must hear. Oft as thy table shall be spread, And Thou, whose blood for all was shed, E'en us hereafter shalt invite To share that sweet and holy rite ; May we, in humble faith, draw near. Nor e'er in vain thy bidding hear. So, when life's closing scene is nigh, And soon or late with sudden cry To meet the Bridegroom we are called ; In that dread moment unappalled, With Faith's bright lamp our souls to cheer, The awful summons we shall hear. 19-10. HYMN l-Oi: THE OPKNING OF WHEELOCK CHmCH, CHKSHri!!:. Aug. OO, 1837. Wilt Thou indeed vouchsafe, oh Lord, Within these humble courts to dwell, In gorgeous Salem once adored The mighty God of Israel ? Sure Thou, whose spirit fills all space. These narrow limits wilt disdain, Thou whom e'en Heaven thy dwelling place. The Heaven of Heavens may not contain ! HTMN. 47 Yet Thou hast said, where two or three Are met together in thy name, Thou in the midst of them wilt be ; — Thy parting promise, Lord, we claim : And oh, when to the throne of grace Our prayers and praises hence shall rise, Hear Thou from heaven thy dwelling place, Xor scorn the simple sacrifice ! When here on bended knee we fall, AVith contrite hearts our sins confess. And on thy holy spirit call. To aid us in our helplessness ; Then turn not from us, Lord, thy face. In whose blest light alone we live ; But from yon heaven, thy dwelling place, Look down in mercy, and forgive ! "When here thy holy word is read, Teach us its truth and power to feel; And when thy blessed board is spread. Oh 1 make us worthy there to kneel. 48 HYMX. In every act still give us grace To please Thee in this House of Prayer. Till Thou to Heaven, thy dwelling place, Shalt bid us come, and serve Thee there. DOMESTIC. TO MY WIFE. Here, mid the friendly quiet of these shades, Whose scenes remote no worklly care invades, Where the calm soul, while all around inspires Pure joy and peace, within itself retires, Like some lone miser, o'er its bliss to brood, And undisturbed sum up its store of good ; With time to think, and leisure to be wise, Here my full happiness I feel and prize ; Wife of my bosom I Nor wilt thou too fail With grateful voice this hallowed morn to hail. Four happy years, since this auspicious day Our union sealed, have swiftly passed away; Yet in no transient pleasures have they flown. IJut rich in blessings which are still our own. 52 TO MY WIFE. By me at least of all the circling year Well may this morn be held supremely dear ; Well may my bosom with such transports glow. Conscious how much of bliss to it I owe. For thou art mine ; but when I daily see Thy noble gifts devoted all to me, jNIy wishes all preferred before thy o-w-n, And all thy tastes conformed to mine alone ; See thee for me the world's attractions scorn. And those gay scenes thou wouldst so well adorn ; And here content, without a wish to roam, Place all thy happiness in me and home ; Such love unbounded, in despair I say. How can I e'er deserve, or how repay ? My grateful bosom would, but cannot, speak ; Oh then believe, although my words be weak, And these poor lines but feebly can express How much I feel, I do not feel the less. "When He, the sovereign Lord of life and light, Just though mysterious in his ways, my sight With dim suffusion veiled, e'en then I felt And owned the chastening blow in mercy dealt ; TO 3IT WIFE. 53 Yes, even then wert thou designed to be, Thou best of women, more than sight to me. If great my loss, Heaven's bounty was as great, For thou wert given that loss to compensate ; And all those gentle aids by thee employed With ceaseless love so well supply the void. That, half in doubt if void there yet be left, I oft inquire, of what am I bereft ? My friend, companion, monitress, and guide. At home, abroad, my happiness, my pride ; Thou dearest creature e'er on man bestowed, To strew with flowers life's long and chequered road; Oh mayst thou still upon my steps attend, My guardian angel, to my journey's end I Be mine the while, whene'er returning May With new-blown hawthorn crowns this festal day. In simple numbers unadorned with art. To pour the tribute of a faithful heart ; And, though I ne'er may merit, strive to prove At least I know the value of thy love. UroJwall, May 21lh, 1825. THK TWHXTY-FOlTiTH OF MAY. What, here again, good twenty-fourth of May ! Not that I e'er can see thee with regret, But, since in pleasant Bradwall last we met, It seems to me but as the other day ; So rapidly the year has rolled away. And, sooth to speak, by various causes let, Thou find'st me unprepared to pay my debt. The promised tribute of an annual lay ; But, wouldst thou kindly condescend to stay Thy flight an instant, I will pay thee yet. How much I owe thee I can ne'er forget, And still I love my lawful debts to pay : — Now count my lines, I'll stake my credit on it. You'll find fourteen ; and fourteen make a sonnet. TO -MV WIFH mN the AJiNrS'EKSARY OF MY WEDDING DAY. Another year its course has run ; And on this happy day, Strusgling through clouds, once more the sun Has shed its genial ray. For still all other days above This morn shall ever shine ; This day first made thee mine, my love, This day first made thee mine. All uninvokcd the ready muse Takes up her wonted strain, With joy the pleasing task renews, .Vnd tunes the lyre again. 56 TO MY WIFE. Her pledge impatient to redeem She pours the rapturous line, And hails, exulting in the theme. The day which made thee mine. What though no friends in social glee My festive board surround, Nor with libations full and free The votive glass be crowned ; Less pure would glow my bosom, fired With wassail and with wine. Than by the simple thought inspired — This day first made thee mine. 'Tis said the gifts we dearly prize When first they are our OAvn, Too oft unthankful we despise By use familiar grown. Yet think not thee I prize the less, Or would for worlds resign; No ! I can never cease to bless The day which made thee mine. TO MY WIFE. 57 And tho' since first I called thee mine Six summers now are past; And fools to wedded bliss assign A term which may not last ; Think not that to my latest year My love •will e'er decline; Xo I time wiU but the more endear The day which made thee mine. Unmingled good was ne'er bestowed On Pilgrims here below ; All must alike pursue their road Through chequered weal and woe. But thou wert given to cheer my way ; Then will I ne'er repine, But stiU draw comfort from that day When first I called thee mine. The dearest vnfe e'er sent by heaven Unworthy man to bless, The sweetest children ever given To crown that happiness, 58 TO MY WIFE. Tlic happiest home love ever knew, — These blessings all combine To bid me hail with homage due The day which made thee mine. Since then so large a share of good To this dear day I owe, Well may my Soul with gratitude To bounteous Heaven o'erflow : And well all other days above May this blest morn so shine ; This day first made thee mine, my love, This day first made thee mine. May a^th, 1827. SOXXET. As amid Afric's sandy wastes, the sight Of green Oasis yields a sweet relief To the spent traveller ; so, 'mid scenes of grief, W'here all has for a while been wrapt in night, The spirit hails with joy one spot more bright, Seeking from gloomy thought a respite brief, And life's dark volume still has one fair leaf To which fond memory turns with fresh delight. To thee, and me, my love ! that radiant spot, And that fair leaf is this auspicious day. Which, or for good or ill, first linked our lot In one : — Then let us, e'er it pass away, (irateful confess, to it and Heaven we owe, ' Mid countless blessings else, our comfort too in woe. e\t:xings at home. I LOVE, for I have known and tried, The joys which friendship can divide; The pleasures of the social board To me a rich repast afford ; Not that unworthy gross delight "Which springs from pampered appetite, But that pure banquet of the mind Where the light play of wit refined. And conversation's sparkling flow. And the raised spirits' generous glow, Shed round the festive scene a charm Which e'en the dullest soul might warm. EVENINGS AT HOME, 61 But yet to me more grateful far, And sweeter beyond all compare. The evenings of that dear, dear home, From which my heart woxdd never roam ; With one beloved companion spent In chastened joy and calm content, All in one even tenour past, And each as happy as the last. Our frugal meal dispatched with speed, To crown it no desert we need. Save what our children best supply. Themselves our highest luxury. Yes, in their prattle and their play. Their merry tongues and spirits gay, There is a feast that never fails : — Then come the oft repeated tales, Which from its unexhausted stores Their Mother's ample memory pours, Of talking birds, and singing trees, And Sindbad's travelled histories. 62 EVENINGS AT HOME. And whatsoe'er has else been told Of wonderful, In days of old : Enchanting all ; yet none sui'pass That maiden's slipper, which of glass Her fairy gossip wrought, and none Thy cat, immortal Whittington. But if perchance a call to bed Cut short the imperfect story's thread, The eager listners straight obey. And at the summons bound away Without a murmur, though with sorrow, Compounding for the rest to-morrow. But other pleasures now ensue, For ever various ever new. In some instructive volume found To me, in mute attention bound, By her made vocal ; on whose tongue "With fresh delight I still have hung ; Its gentle tones distinct and clear So sweetly meet the listening ear. Nor idle lies her needle by EVENINGS AT HOME. 63 The while, but still its task doth ply ; Beneath her eye the pattern grows, The jasmin or the mimic rose ; Unless some homelier work demand The labour of her useful hand : Unrivalled gift ! with perfect skill Such twofold office to fulfill ; As if, by some kind pro\-idence, A double portion of that sense Which is to me in part denied, Were for my sake to her supplied. Oh, how unbounded is their pleasure, Wliom Heaven has blest with taste and leisure. If not profoundly to explore The depths of philosophic lore, Yet like the bee at large to stray. And lightly o'er the surface play I Stealing a sweet from every flower. Which decks fair learning's varied bower. So we, as fancy prompts us, chuse The ancient or the modem muse ; 64 EVENINGS AT nOME. Now listen to some traveller's tale, Now with some bold adventurer sail ; Thee, sober History, oft we woo, Charming with interest ever new ; Or, more attractive still to me. Thy handmaid sweet Biography ; Or haply thou mayst please us best In novel-guise by fiction drest, Such as of late thou hast been seen Too oft with too seductive mien ; And, if yon Wizard of the North Have sent again his spirit forth, As now, to fascinate once more The world so often charmed before. With transports which no words may tell, AVe yield us to the witching spell. Yet may we not forget to turn. Admonished by the bubbling urn, To where those cups our leisure wait, " Which cheer but not inebriate," EVENINGS AT HOME. 65 Grateful at once to scent and taste ; We linger o'er the loved repast, And still, with sweet discourse between, Quaff the delicious draught serene. Xor seldom, ere our evening end, Variety's sweet charms to blend, To music's captivating power We dedicate the closins: hour : Whether my humour more incline To Handel's lofty strain divine. Or learn'd Corelli better please. Or Haydn's enchanting harmonics, Or Graun sublime, or Purcell bold, (Jr he whose magic numbers hold O'er every chord that sways the heart Resistless empire — great Mozart. And ever, ere we seek repose, With solemn rite our day wc close, And with humility profound, Our little houscliold gatlured round, F 66 EVEXINGS AT HOME. To the great Author of all good AVe bend in holy gratitude ; And from whate'er by night might harm Implore the shelter of His arm. That evenings such as these are mine, My own dear wife, the gift is thine ; And, since to me such first were known, This day, eight happy years have flown. This day then will I ever bless. From which I date such happiness ; This day by me shall ne'er be past Unsung, unhonourcd ; till at last, Tired wdth its oft repeated chime, Thou bid mc cease the endless rhyme. May 2iiL, l&lO. ON THE SECOXB BHITHDAY OF J. H, L. Dear mother of my darling boy, For him you ask the lay, And bid me with a song of joy Salute this happy day ; 'Tis well! For can a fitter strain A rhyming sire employ ? Then welcome, welcome, once again, The birthday of my boy ! Since first those laughing eyes of his Exulted in the light, Two years of calm domestic bliss Have winged their rapid flight 68 ON THE SECOKD BIRTHDAY And oh I it' earthly happiness Is e'er without alloy, 'Tis then, my love, when we caress Our first-born darling boy. Yes I when that noble mien, that eye Intelligent we view, That well-knit form's fine symmetry, That fair cheek's healthful hue ; And hear the music of that voice. Each note awakening joy, Well may our thrilling hearts rejoice. In such a lovely boy. To hear his lisping tongue combine, Strange phrase in sweetest tone, While, half by sound and half by sign, He makes his meaning known ; To mark, as he with bounding pace Pursues some favourite toy. Activity, and strength, and grace United in our boy ; OF J. H. L. 69 Reflected in his features fair, To trace his gentle mind ; To see good humour smiling there, With each affection kind ; Each hour to watch new charms unfold ; — These pleasures ne'er can cloy ; Some thirst for honour, some for gold, My treasure is my boy. Should they who scoff" at joys like these The sportive mimic see Invent a thousand ways to please. With never failing glee ; Now bold, and now affecting fear. With playful archness coy ; How would they check the cynic sneer, And envy me my boy ! As with his gentle lips he presses His infant sister's cheek. And o'er her hangs with soft caresses, And looks which fondness speak ; 70 ox THE SECOXD BIHTUDAT Cold were that heart, which such pure sight Of love could not enjoy ; Think then how rapturous our delight, Whose own is that sweet boy. My child ! oh couldst thou ever be Spotless, as now thou art ; P'rom sorrow and from care as free, As pure, as gay of heart ! But. since to trouble all are born. Since ills must all annoy. And clouds may darken life's bright morn Now opening on our boy ; Hear, gracious Heaven, a father's prayer ; — Be Thou his guardian still ; In danger keep ; in sickness spare ; And shield from every ill ! But chief in youth's more trying hour, When pleasure's arts decoy, And passions urge with headstrong power. Protect our darling boy ! OF J. n. L. 71 And if, as on our child we gaze, Our hearts too proudly swell, If our fond hopes too high we raise For one we love so well ; Oh I let no blight of bitterness Those visions quite destroy, But ever give us cause to bless The birthday of our boy ! \-h liih. 1825. ON FIRST TAiaNO HIS ELDEST CHILD TO CHURCH. Lord ! to thy hallowed courts when late I brought My child, to learn how Thou wert worshipped there, And marked him lift his little hands in prayer ; And, in those holy words Thyself hast taught, Amid the general murmur feebly caught From time to time upon my listning ear His gentle voice its part spontaneous bear ; 'Twas more than fancy, sure, that waked the thought, The rapturous thought, that in the sacrifice W'liich then ascended to the throne of Grace My boy's sweet orisons might find a place. And mount like mornmg incense to the skies : Grateful to Thee, who still dost strength ordain P'rom childhood's guileless lips, and hearts that know no stain. October, 1827. SOXXET. Departed spirit of my darling child I Watch, if blest spirits have such power, (for thou Art sure a ministering Angel now, From earthly taint all pure and undefiled,) Watch o'er thy once loved parent, whispering mild To his sad bosom peace, and teach him how Submissive to the will of Heaven to bow. And oh ! forgive, if in the transports wild Of his first grief, he would have kept thee here. In life's sweet prime so lovely and so dear; Vet in far other place than this, through Him Who therefore called thee hence, more meet to dwell, And there to chaunt, 'mid choiring Cherubim, Those hymns of praise thou lov'dst on earth so well. March, 18»7. ON A YOl^^a LADY SINGING THE EVEOTSG HYMN IN HEE SLEEP, A SHORT TIME BEFORE HER DEATH. Stretched on the restless bed of pain, To slow disease a prey, C^ourting reluctant sleep in vain The gentle sufferer lay. The tedious night was well-nigh spent, When o'er her weary soul. As by some pitying angel sent, A balmy slumber stole. ox a.yoc::g lady. 75 Still by that bed with tender care The wakeful mother staid, And poured to Heaven her secret prayer For comfort and for aid. When hark I upon her startled ear, Amid the deep repose Of the still chamber, soft and clear A vocal strain arose. It was that melody divine In which, at evening hour, Their spirits pure the good consign To Heaven's protecting power. Yes I from those lips, in slumber deep Now sealed, the numbers came ; As though not e'en the body's sleep Could quench devotion's Hamc. ox A YOUNG LADY. Tlie mother licard, and knew it well That sweet and solemn air; But sad upon her heart it fell, And filled it with despair. To her of happier days gone by, Of health and joy it spoke, And of too faithful memory I'iach thrilling chord awoke. And then the thought, oft checked in vain, Resistless on her rushed. How soon the lips which poured that strain For ever should be hushed. With agony it wrung her soul, And down her woe-worn check The scalding tears began to roll. Her heart seemed nigh to break. ox A YOUNG LADY. "Tis done I --the dreaded hour is past ; Fond mother, weep no more ! The child is gone to rest at hist, Her trial here is o'er. And now perhaps a seraph bright She chants with saints above. As erst on earth was her delight, Her hymns of praise and love. Mav, iftae. KPISTLE TO MY FATHEE, ON HIS BIETHDAY, Dec. 20, 1829. Tho' thou, our Patriarch Host, art far away, Whose wont it was, on this returning day, Year after year to spread the festal board With each rich offering of the season stored, And gather round thee many a joyous guest, Kindred and friends, and all who loved thee best : Yet shall the day not pass unhonoured by. Nor good old use, by time half hallowed, die. Still shall the festal board be spread, and still Who love thee best their places there shall fill ; Still as of old the sparkling glass be crowned With votive bumpers, and the wish go round CBy fervent lij'JS pronounced from hearts sincere) That health, and every blessing which can clicer EPISTLE TO MY FATHER. 79 The gently sloping path of life's decline.. My dear, my honoured father, may be thine. While thus, with social rites and festive mirth, We hail the day that gave a parent birth, How do our grateful hearts within us glow \\'ann with the sense of what to thee we owe ! But not to us alone, the partial few From whom such tribute first and chief is due, Is the remembrance of thy worth confined ; In many a heart besides it rests enshrined. For thine the power to soften pain, to ease And boldly grapple with each fierce disease, To lengthen life, and mitigate, by skill And kindness joined, the sum of human ill ; Thine too no less that aspect all benign Which beamed with tcnderest sjmpathy, and thine That cheerful voice which confidence bespoke, And in the sufferer's sinking soul awoke Hope, which itself half wrought the promised cure, E'er art came in to make that promise sure. 80 EinsTi-E TO 3ir father. Hence, in deep lines indelibly impressed, Thy memory lives in many a faithful breast, And long shall live, to every rank endeared, By high and low still honoured and revered. But chief the poor thy virtues shall proclaim, And grateful bless their good Physician's name. Oft, as they pass thy once loved threshold by, " This was his dwelling," they shall say and sigh, " (Would it were yet so !) who ne'er closed his door, "When sickness sought admittance, on the poor; " For lis he still employed his noble art, " His sole reward his own approving heart. "Yet One there is who from His place above ." Marks every act of charity and love ; " He saw, and shall requite the generous deed "Done to Himself, when done to those in need." Meanwhile to Bradwall's peaceful shades retired. Blest with that calm thy soul has long desired, To thee perhaps the busy past may seem The transient vision of a troubled dream ; ox HIS BIRTHDAY. 81 No more in pent-up chariot, as of old, From morn to eve o'er rattling pavement rolled. Xo more condemned the same sad round to go. Day after day, of sickness and of woe, And draw with pain a suffocating breath In chambers tainted with disease and death .Methinks I see thee now at early dawn, Pacing with active step thy favorite lawn, To tell thy flock, if haply all be there, And breathe the freshness of the morning air. Then o'er the distant fields I see thee stride ^\'ith gun in hand, and setter at thy side, To seek the wild duck at the pool, or wake The whirring pheasant from the rustling brake. Or, should the recent gale a chance supply On woodcock rare thy skill once more to try. Another triumph shall thy brows adorn, And a third trophy crown the lucky morn. liiit otlier objects now thy cure demand; Nor wilt thou deem an hour mis.spcnt, to .siiiiid 82 EPISTLE TO MY FATHER. And watch tliy labourers, as beneath thme eye With cheerful toil the task assigned they ply. Whether it be some stagnant pool to drain, And spread the rich deposit o'er the plain ; Or level some old hedge, or raise a new, And bid the fence a better line pursue ; Or thro' some crowded copse to force a way, And on the smothered saplings let the day, Weed out the worthless, the more worthy spare. And give them room to breathe a freer air. How sweet the while, where'er thy footsteps tread, Where'er thou view'st the landscape round thee spread. To feel (and who the feeling shall arraign ?) Thyself the master of the wide domain ; No thriftless heir, by partial fortune spoiled. Of house and lands, for which another toiled, For every rood of land thou call'st thine own Indebted to thyself and bounteous Heaven alone. Oft arm in arm with her, who still has been Thy best companion thro' life's chequered scene, 0.\ HIS BIRTHDAY. 83 With sauntering steps my fancy sees you stray 'I'o where yon smiling cottage skirts the way ; Along whose walls the ppacanthus spread In winter garlands hangs its berries red ; There pause awhile the pleasing sight to scan, Then entering, ask how fares the good old man ; And how he bears the rigour of the year. And if he lacketh aught, his age to cheer r And draws our good Corycius towards his end ? Ah me I could wish of mine his days extend, The hundredth year his lengthened life slioiiM crown lire to the grave his silver locks went down ! But, should the lowering skies forbid to roam, As swiftly fly the busy hours at home ; While, with the love of ancient learning fired., i.ike classic Fox of public faction tired, Vou find in studies, dear indeed of yore, A charm and interest never felt before : 1 'leased to retrace, now free from ail alloy, Ihf well remembered lessons of (he I)ov. 84 EPISTLE TO MY FATHER. Whether on llion's bard your strength you try, Or better pleased with gentle Tityrus, lie Beneath the spreading beech, and hear his reed To pastoral song attuned, or martial deed ; Or warmed by Juvenal's indignant strain, Loathe, more than ever, luxury's baneful reign, And, more than ever, in the virtuous choice That bade thee quit our modern Home rejoice. Nor wilt thou e'er thy best-loved task omit, To search the hidden stores of Sacred Writ, Pure as from holy penmen first it came, And light at Learning's lamp Devotion's flame ; To trace of word or phrase the genuine force, Lost by transmission, upwards to its source ; Draw forth each beauty, each dark passage clear, And be thyself thy own interpreter. Dear honoured parent, 'mid pursuits like these, In active leisure, and in studious ease. May the calm evening of thy well-sjient day, Like some smooth current, gently glide away. — And oh ! whene'er this happy day conies round. May it still find thee as it now hath found, ON HIS BIRTHDAY. 85 Blest with whate'er can make retirement sweet, And shed a charm around thy loved retreat ; One dear companion, that retreat to share. Enhance each comfort and divide each care ; Health, and the means and spirits to enjoy Those simple pleasures which can never cloy ; With that best gift of Heaven, a cheerful mind, To every change that time may bring resigned ; Content on earth mixed good and ill to prove, In the strong hope of perfect bliss above. MISCELLANEOUS. A FRAGMENT LX IMITATION OF POPE. So, (if great things may be compared with small,) Some drowsy fiddler at a midnight ball. Lulled by his own dull strains and well-marked time To sure returns of one expected chime ; (While frequent draughts of potent ale conspire, With late fatigue, to quell his minstrel fire,) Feels o'er each sense a growing stupor creep, Till his closed eyelids sink at last in sleep ; — Yet ceases not the strain, — the unwearied soimd With method just prolongs its measured round ; For stUl, impelled by habit's mighty sway. The tuneful dreamer plays or seems to play ; Just to each string his practised fingers rove, And his curved elbow moves, as wont to move ; The restless fiddlestick still plays its part. True to the precepts of its master's art ; Th' unconscious crowd applaud the sprightly tone, And the man 's praised for quavers not his own. FRAGMENT OF A MORAL EPISTLE. I KNOW there are to whom the world appears To grow in folly as it grows in years ; Who think each age finds out, in crime more bold, New modes of sinning, or improves the old. Let the just Muse give praise where praise is due, So shall she seem to blame with justice too ; One vice at least has this our age rcdrest : Oh could our age as well reform the rest ! Time was, when fashion's fools would almost loathe The poor dull soul, who spoke without an oath : Mere affirmation could not credence gain ; ' Would you seem serious, take God's name in vain ; FRAGMENT OF A MORAL EPISTLE. 91 Oatlis mark'd in repartee the lucky hit, Embellish'd narrative, and pointed wit. Nor epithets could strength or grace bestow, Which were not summon'd from the realms below, Through all discourse the impious folly ran. Till swearing formed the finished gentleman. Now, without blasphemy may men converse, Nor need, for talk, themselves or neighbours curse. The vulgar vice may still our ears appal, Where draymen jostle, and where drunkards brawl ; But if, in better scenes, by use grown strong, It still maintains some empire o'er the tongue. Oh ! let the laws of polished life prevail. And fashion work a change where precepts fail ! i'eb. 22nd, 182C. THE B.WISHED TEA-TIUY'S COMPUKT. And is my doom resolved r and am I chased, A Avretched exile, from the board I graced ? And could not all my worth a respite gain, And twice ten years of service, borne in vain ? Fond hope ! that such weak pleas could e'er pre- vail, When e'en the tears of fair Eliza fail ! Say, by what crime have I such fate deserved r In what sad instance from my duty swerved ? Have I, unconscious of adhesive lard, Soiled the fair napkin I was meant to guard ? Or, faithless to the precious charge I bore, Dashed the frail china to the ruthless floor ? Such monstrous novelties has fashion -wi'ought ; An honest servant banished for no fault ! THE BAXISUED TEA-TRAY's COMPLAINT. 93 Was it for this, the cunning artist's hand The graceful oval shaped, and then japanned r For this, with antic pencil did he trace The Indian landscape o'er my polished face : Oh, had I been ignoble paper still, Unshaped, unpolished by the workman's skill, And in inglorious safety happier far, Or lined a tnmk, or capped a sweetmeat jar I Alas how changed I with silver vases crowned, And painted porcelain ranged in order round, True to my post I waited on the fair, And each returning sun beheld me there : Now in some corner am I rudely thrown, Or reared on kitchen shelf in secret moan : There, as I lay and wailed my hapless fate, (My yet unfinished woes to aggravate,) I heard the supercilious cook-maid say, " Thomas, we will not breakfast from a tray." — So servants act their lord's caprices o'er, And spurn the dog their masters spumed before. Hut oh, if woes like mine admit relief, Tlioughts of revenge shall mitigate my grief; 94 THE BANISHED TEA-TRAY's COMPLAINT. May all the ills that tea-tables torment Come and requite ray unjust banishment ! May buttered toast in greasy streams distil ; May some unlucky hand the cream-jug spill ; May half-boiled eggs their broken sides o'erflow. And leave their yellow vestiges below ; The urn's ill-fitted tap ne'er cease to drop ; And coffee, from the biggin's gaping top. O'er the Avhite damask pour its sable rills, And the swoln washtub swell the Aveekly bills ; The unprotected board be pierced with stains, And odious circles mock the footman's pains. ODE TO DEAFXESS. Fell tyrant of the human head, Relax thy rigid ch